cruel.”
I looked at him the whole way to the car. His scars were so evident to me but if you didn’t know him you wouldn’t think he had any. But they were there. His parents leaving changed his whole outlook on love. That’s why he let me know how he felt through music, he didn’t know how to express it through words. In fact, he had never told me he loved me. Not once.
Well, not in those words. He had told me through songs before.
There were so many times I wanted to tell him that I was undeniably in love with him. But I couldn’t tell him in fear of scaring him away.
But I was going to tell him soon. There was a lot I needed to say to him. I just had to find the right time.
Getting in his car, he pulled out and made his way to my parents’ house.
“You look beautiful, Angel.”
“Thank you, Babe. You look amazing as always.”
Resting my hand on his knee, we drove the rest of the way just enjoying being around each other. We didn’t need to fill the silence between us. That was one of the things I loved the most about our relationship, we were comfortable around each other. I had seen him at his very worst but I had also seen him at his very best. And vice versa.
We got just got each other.
“Angel? Where’s your head?”
“What? Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both. I was just thinking about how we just fit, ya know?”
“I know exactly what you mean. There’s nobody else in this great big world I would rather be with,” he said, rubbing my hand.
He was getting better at expressing his feeling, I had to give him that. But why did I still have the feeling the L word would send him running for the hills?
I wanted to say it to him, I had always wanted to. But it was like every time I mustered up the courage to say it he could sense it before the three words ever left my lips. Then he would make up some excuse to leave or change the subject.
Recognizing the street, I immediately looked to my left for my parents’ house. It held many good memories for us but tonight for West, it held an angry dad.
Pulling in the driveway, he put the car in park. Once he was out, he made his way around to help me out.
“Before I go in there, I need you to be honest with me,” he said, with this dead serious expression on his face.
“Okay.”
“Does he really want to kill me? Are you in on the plan?”
“You’re crazy. I’m not in on the plan, Babe. I promise,” I said, walking up the steps of the porch.
“So, that means he is going to kill me.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I told him through my laughter.
“No, it’s not. Should I have taken my lip ring out?”
“Maybe but it’s too a late now,” I told him, pushing the door open, “Mom! Dad! We’re here!”
“There’s my beautiful baby,” My mom, Jillian, said.
She was walking out of the kitchen, pulling her oven mitt off of her hand.
“Hey, Mom. It smells great in here,” I said, pulling her in for a hug.
“Thank you, honey. West, it’s good to see you,” she told him, pulling him for a huge hug.
My mom had always been a huge fan of my relationship with West. She saw the same thing in him that I did. A boy with a lot of love to give and a huge heart.
“It’s good to see you, too,” he said, looking relived.
He shouldn’t have been so relived because he hadn’t face my daddy yet. And unlike my mom and me he wasn’t too fond of West at the moment.
“Hey, Princess,” My Dad said, scooping me up in his arms.
“Hey, Daddy,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh, West. I didn’t see you there,” My Dad said, shooting daggers his way.
My dad and I had this unbreakable bond. I was a daddy’s girl to the fullest.
“Be nice,” I whispered in his ear.
“It’s good to see you again, Max,” West said, holding his hand out for my dad to shake it.
He shook it limply. Grabbing West’s hand, I led him to the dining room. I didn’t
I looked at him the whole way to the car. His scars were so evident to me but if you didn’t know him you wouldn’t think he had any. But they were there. His parents leaving changed his whole outlook on love. That’s why he let me know how he felt through music, he didn’t know how to express it through words. In fact, he had never told me he loved me. Not once.
Well, not in those words. He had told me through songs before.
There were so many times I wanted to tell him that I was undeniably in love with him. But I couldn’t tell him in fear of scaring him away.
But I was going to tell him soon. There was a lot I needed to say to him. I just had to find the right time.
Getting in his car, he pulled out and made his way to my parents’ house.
“You look beautiful, Angel.”
“Thank you, Babe. You look amazing as always.”
Resting my hand on his knee, we drove the rest of the way just enjoying being around each other. We didn’t need to fill the silence between us. That was one of the things I loved the most about our relationship, we were comfortable around each other. I had seen him at his very worst but I had also seen him at his very best. And vice versa.
We got just got each other.
“Angel? Where’s your head?”
“What? Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both. I was just thinking about how we just fit, ya know?”
“I know exactly what you mean. There’s nobody else in this great big world I would rather be with,” he said, rubbing my hand.
He was getting better at expressing his feeling, I had to give him that. But why did I still have the feeling the L word would send him running for the hills?
I wanted to say it to him, I had always wanted to. But it was like every time I mustered up the courage to say it he could sense it before the three words ever left my lips. Then he would make up some excuse to leave or change the subject.
Recognizing the street, I immediately looked to my left for my parents’ house. It held many good memories for us but tonight for West, it held an angry dad.
Pulling in the driveway, he put the car in park. Once he was out, he made his way around to help me out.
“Before I go in there, I need you to be honest with me,” he said, with this dead serious expression on his face.
“Okay.”
“Does he really want to kill me? Are you in on the plan?”
“You’re crazy. I’m not in on the plan, Babe. I promise,” I said, walking up the steps of the porch.
“So, that means he is going to kill me.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I told him through my laughter.
“No, it’s not. Should I have taken my lip ring out?”
“Maybe but it’s too a late now,” I told him, pushing the door open, “Mom! Dad! We’re here!”
“There’s my beautiful baby,” My mom, Jillian, said.
She was walking out of the kitchen, pulling her oven mitt off of her hand.
“Hey, Mom. It smells great in here,” I said, pulling her in for a hug.
“Thank you, honey. West, it’s good to see you,” she told him, pulling him for a huge hug.
My mom had always been a huge fan of my relationship with West. She saw the same thing in him that I did. A boy with a lot of love to give and a huge heart.
“It’s good to see you, too,” he said, looking relived.
He shouldn’t have been so relived because he hadn’t face my daddy yet. And unlike my mom and me he wasn’t too fond of West at the moment.
“Hey, Princess,” My Dad said, scooping me up in his arms.
“Hey, Daddy,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh, West. I didn’t see you there,” My Dad said, shooting daggers his way.
My dad and I had this unbreakable bond. I was a daddy’s girl to the fullest.
“Be nice,” I whispered in his ear.
“It’s good to see you again, Max,” West said, holding his hand out for my dad to shake it.
He shook it limply. Grabbing West’s hand, I led him to the dining room. I didn’t
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