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He tugs me onto his lap.
"Did you hear me when I told you I love you? " I blurt. What is wrong with me? God, please give me an answer as to why I'm like this.
He leans back a bit to see my face in its entirety. I don't know why he'd want to do that but whatever.
"I don't think you do," he shakes his head.
"Why do you say that?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"I just, I'm not meant to be...that," his jaw ticks unpleasantly as he mumbles through his words, making them all jumbled together.
He isn't meant to beloved?
I don't get it.
"Why not?"
"I'm just not," he grows frustrated. I do too.
I don't have the most room to talk but he hardly tells me anything. All I know about his past is that his mom died not long after giving birth to him and his dad wasn't a good dad. I don't want to pry but I just want to know more about him.
Do I talk too much? Is that the problem? Does he feel like maybe I won't listen?
I open my mouth to apologize for my nonstop talking but before I can say anything, the doorbell downstairs rings.
"It's a burglar, hide," I whisper.
Why would the burglar be ringing the doorbell?
I pick up my phone, just in case 911 needs to be called...even though I have Grey here. The screen turns on and messages from Aaron fill my home screen.
Messages like 'are you at Terrip's' and 'Terrip said you're probably at home and that I should talk to you' and 'I'm here.'
My eyes bulge out of my head.
Maybe I forgot that I needed to tell him about everything. Doing drugs will do that to you.
"Um, maybe put your shirt back on," I warn Grey and head downstairs. I open the door and Aaron stands there tall, proud, and with one eyebrow raised.
"Hello, beautiful," he wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me to him in a hug.
"Whose car is here-ohthatguy," I hear his voice turn a bit darker and Grey's footsteps coming down the stairs.
Aaron pulls away from me and looks around.
"What the hell's going on?" he looks around the mostly empty house. The couch and bigger furniture is still here and will be for a few more days until the movers get here to pick them up.
"What'd you do, Silver?" Aaron's eyes narrow in Grey's direction.Silver, is he serious?
And that dude still didn't put a motherfreaking shirt on.
"What the fuck happened to your face?!" Aaron grips my face and examines it. The cut on my cheek has been doing much better, although it is still definitely visible.
"I knew he was fucking terrible," his face turns red in anger.
"Aaron, that's enough," I furrow my eyebrows unhappily.
We've already had enough of these accusations.
