I laid my hand hesitantly on the door knob. It felt odd just walking into his house without throwing him a text. I walked into his house with my black booties clicking against the hard wood floor. I walked around until I heard heavy breathing and a few grunts here and there. I furrowed my eyebrows I began walking cautiously to the living room.
Cooling down the tough workout he just had. A little to much in serious matters. I could see his sweat showing through shirt. He stopped as soon as my hands landed on the sweaty fabric that clung to his chest.
It was like he just gave up, like nothing mattered to him other than drugs. I continued because Elena thought I could. He shut me down too many times, but I kept trying because Elena thought I could.
I still tried, he still pushed me away. It was as if he was a different person. He came to me after a couple months, he apologized for shutting me out for so long. He wanted my help to get him through the rest. My first thought was to slap him, but I understood my dad died when I was 9. I felt numb and denied everything that came in sight. Jeremy was there, he was the only one I let in at the time.
I was just glad that was than and this was now. I shrugged as I began walking around the room. He kept worrying about you going to go collage there and not here. His sky blue eyes searched my bland blue ones, I burst out laughing not wanting to admit it was true or that I had feelings for him as well.
