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.


3. Skipping Rocks

Chapter Three-- Skipping Rocks

Aaron and I should just be walking, we agreed walking not sprinting.

I'm starting to get light headed. Running, sweating, and all this blood loss, isn't a good mixture. I fall to the ground.

"McLaughlin... I don't think I can run anymore..." I say.

He picks me up and holds me up on his back.

"It's not much father..." He mumbles irritated.

We had been running for a half an hour!

I nod.

Blood is starting to cover his back. I'm bleeding more than ever.

Soon we get to the hospital and I'm rushed into the doctor's office.

He stitches up my arm. I'm left there as my heart pumps blood back into my system.

I lay there for about an hour and Aaron sits next to me on his Twitter.

The doctor walks in and Aaron leaves.

"What did you do?" The doctor asks me.

"My foster father," I have to filter my words, "Drinks and left his broken beer glasses on the floor next to his bed. I was snooping, and while I was I fell onto the glass." I say.

He doesn't ask anymore questions.

I walk out of the hospital with Aaron.

"You feeling better?" He asks.

"I think..." I mumble.

We continue walking down this cold lonely street but for some reason... It's not as lonely.

"McLaughlin." I say.

"Yeah." He replies.

"Thanks…" I mumble.

"Well," he starts to say while kicking a rock across the ground, "I couldn't just let you go bleed to death..." He mumbles.

"Why do you wanna help me? You don't even know me." I say.

"Well..." He clears his throat, "Tell me something about yourself."

"Um... Well, my favorite color is white." I tell him.

I don't want to say anything too personal.

He chuckles.

He continues to kick that single rock until we get to a small pond. He kicks it into the pond and it makes a small splash.

"Tell me something about you McLaughlin." I say.

"Well first off my name isn't McLaughlin it's Aaron." He says teasing me. I laugh a bit.

"I'd rather call you McLaughlin." I say, "Or would you rather me call you you something like Mr. McLaughlin."

"Oh I think I like Mr. McLaughlin more, has a nice ring to it." I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"Angel I didn't ask for the sass." He says trying not to smile. He had started calling me "Angel" because him and I have agreed we don't like Angelica..

"I'm not being sassy, just fierce." I say.

"I didn't ask for you to be fierce either." By now he was smiling.

It was now nighttime and the moon shimmered it's lovely light onto the lake.

"I didn't ask for your teasing." I say.

"I wouldn't call it teasing." He says laughing.

"I most certainly would." I giggle.

-Aaron's POV-

The moonlight shined on her curled hair. I'm so nervous... What should I say? I never talked to anyone this long.

"I've never said this much to anyone..." I mumble.

She shifts her hair to her right shoulder.

"Me neither." She responds.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm not talkative at all!" She says laughing.

"Me neither, but you already knew that." I say.

"You know what McLaughlin, I may not know you too well, but you're a good friend." She says swinging her legs and staring at the lake.

"Yeah you too." I mumble.

I pick up a flat rock and I skip it across the cold moonlit lake about 3 times until I hear,

"McLaughlin..." I turn around and look at her.

"Yeah?" I curiously ask.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" She whispers.

"Um, yeah.." I whisper.

I find two flat rocks, and hand her one.

I show her how to skip one, she fails her first attempt.

"No," I mumble. I stand behind her and put my hand on hers, I glide my arm through the air to show her the motion her arm needs to be moving.

"Okay..." She puts her arm in the first position, I again glide my arm with hers, "let go." I say. She releases the rock and it skips across the water.

"I did it." She says excited.

"Yeah." I turn around and sit back down at the picnic table.

She sits next to me. She pulls out we iPhone out of her pocket and looks at the time.

"It's almost midnight." She mumbles.

"Well, then we should start heading home." I say.

She nods.

"Maybe we should." She stands up and I start to walk alway. She grabs my left arm stopping me.

"Or... Maybe we shouldn't go home." She says.

"Why don't you want to go home?" I ask."

She stuffers as she tries to answer. She stops and bites her lip.

"I just don't want to..." She mumbles.

I nod.

"Me neither.." I whisper.

"What?" She asks.

She didn't hear me.

"You can come to my house... If you want." I blurt out without thinking.

"Yeah, um, okay thanks." She mumbles.

Then we walk to my house.

I open the door and we slowly walk in. Fear fills me as I slowly start to wonder how this'll end.

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