A New Perspective

~Aaron McLaughlin Fan-Fiction~ A 17 year-old girl finds herself stuck and not knowing where to go. She just got into a foster home with eight other foster kids, her being the oldest is given all the responsibility, and soon finds herself overwhelmed and wanting a escape. She one day finds herself wandering the streets and a boy seems to catch her eye. He decides to talk to her and soon have a mural agreement in feelings... But along with feelings of loves comes with sadness and things of the past.

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9. Nightly Habits

Chapter Nine-- Nightly Habits.

He's got food poisoning, I've got a hangover. So we both chose to not to do anything.

I layers on an air mattress and he laid in his bed.

How lovely is this? Sitting here with Aaron and we're both vomiting our guts out right after he got back. (Yes there's a shit load of sarcasm in there.)

I soon realize I had worse than a hangover... I caught the flu.

Aaron was soon taking care of me because I guess, from his words even though I don't believe them, I was much worse than him by this point.

He lays down, tired. I couldn't blame him. He had been taking care of me like his child no matter how much I refused.

I start coughing a bit, then Aaron slowly turns his head and looks at me.

"Angel?" He asks.

"Yes?" I respond.

"Would you rather be up here?"

"Aaron, you need to worry about yourself. You're staying."

"Who said anything about me moving." He ask ax

Wait.. Did this shy kid basically just ask for me to lay in bed with him?

I blush, then bite my lip.

I don't know why my mind was refusing but my heart was telling me to. I mean... It's not like we have to do anything.

"Come on, you can lay on the other side of the bed. I just want you to get better." He insists.

I stand up and I lay down. He wraps his arm around me and I feel my heart race.

"Angel?" He whispers in my ear.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you hate me?"

That caught me dumbfounded, if anything he should hate me. I turn around. We're so close I can feel his warm breath fall on my cold skin.

"Why in earth would I hate you McLaughlin?" I ask.

"I don't know... Everyone ends up hating me..."

"I've done worse in the time we've known each other."

"Like what?" He asks confused.

Derek, I just wanted to tell him about the romance that happened between me and Derek, but personally... I don't want him to ever know.

"Um, nothing important..." I mumble.

He nods.

I soon fall asleep.

-Aaron's POV-

I think she fell asleep.

Her hair was a bit longer from last week... It always grew very fast. But she still had the same perfect curls.

I stop my train of thought and I stand up for sure now she's sleeping.

If I've learned anything about Angel... Is that she does some strange things while she's asleep.

She kicks, walks, talks, punches, sings, and hurts herself (like cutting.)

Because the fact she hurts herself in her sleep I've made a routine.

Once she falls asleep I put away knives, scissors, well... Basically anything she can harm herself with.

I do that nightly routine then I check her temperature again by feeling her forehead.

I gently place my right hand on her forehead attempting to not wake her up. She's still pretty warm.

I walk out and I sit on the couch, I end up falling asleep.

I honestly didn't mean to fall asleep, but when Angel woke up she was a bit upset I did because she insists I sleep in my bed.

I take her temperature, it's still a little bit high but, thank God, it's gone down.

***

About a week has past and nothing much has happen, even Derek hasn't stopped by.

I sit on the couch and I watch a movie (A Walk to Remember) with Angel.

I hear my parents open the door, they were in the middle of a heated argument until they turned their heads and saw us sitting on the couch with her head on my lap.

The movie soon ends after my parent's walk into their room.

Angel fell asleep with her head on my lap.

I soon put away all the sharp objects trying to not awaken her.

I hear Angel talking in her sleep.

I can't make out what she's saying, but I can tell by the tears rushing it's a bad dream, better yet, I can tell by the tears rushing and the whining it's a horrible dream. I kneel next to her, she's kicking a lot too. Sweat and tears are covering her face.

I grab her hand and I run my fingers through her hair trying to calm her. She soon shoots up awake, she's basically gasping for air. She turns to me and hugs me right and sobs into my chest.

We don't talk about her dream and I don't bother to ask. Something that could scare her that bad I don't want to know and I figure she doesn't want to talk about. I just pray she doesn't have it again.

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