I don't know why he ran away, the day before he was acting normal, same old flirty Leo, trying to impress me with his words that were never any good. Yesterday was my mum's birthday, but we didn't celebrate, I feel bad because even though there was Leo to worry about we could of still had the basics, dinner together and cake. It wouldn't of been the same without him though, it never is at the moment.
He was always pulling jokes that made everyone laugh, occasionally giving me a wink and I'd give him a stare as if to say, 'It's never gonna happen Leo.' He never takes any notice, using 'never say never' as his catchphrase, or at least he did.
I miss him.
The day he went missing we were at the cliff again. It was about one o' clock in the afternoon, nearly lunchtime. We got up to go home after an hour of laying down looking up at the sky, admiring the puffy white clouds that slowly floated by.
We started walking back and I noticed he was walking really close to me. I mean we walked close, but not this close, his bare arm was stroking against my jumper. I shrugged it off and started to walk a little faster and he matched my pace almost instantly. We were now off the cliff and walking down the path of our street. He turned to me and stopped walking. I noticed and turned around and looked at him with a hint of curiosity in my eye.
He walked closer until he was standing right in front of me. Now, I can't believe this but, he leaned in to kiss me. I freaked and jumped back pushing him away. He opened his eyes and looked at me angrily.
"Leo, how many times have I told you? I don't like you like that at all." I think I shouted a bit then because he actually flipped.
"What do I have to do to make you like me? I even send flowers round to your house every so often!" He yelled, rage in his throat that was slowly building up until it erupted out of his mouth. It was aimed at me.
"Those were from you?" I asked.
"We thought that they were to my Mum because she had a secret admirer!"
"No they were from me," he said in a really sad tone. He was staring at the ground. His rage in his throat had died down and was now turning into emotions of sadness.
Without looking up he ran home, letting out whimpers on his way. I presumed he went home, after all that was the direction he needed to go. But maybe he didn't go home at all but too somewhere we don't know about. All I know is that Leo is missing.