The next morning I woke up to someone knocking on my door. Growling like a little baby dinosaur, I got out of bed, opening the door greeted by Michael. His cheeks turned pink when he saw what I was wearing. My sports bra and an old pair of my brother basketball shorts, you see I was comfortable walking around this boys like this. I've been around boys all my life, my best friend was a boy. I've never had a friend that was a girl.
His eyes racked down my body as he let out a small "wow." That I was surprised that I heard.
"Like what you see?" My cheeky self came out, winking at him I sat on my bed resting on my elbows as he eyes went from me to around my room. Posters of all different bands and T.V. shows, and some hand drawn pictures.
"Who drew these?" He asked tracing the face of a man.
I let out a shaky breath "It was my brother who drew it, it is my dad."
"Oh. Where are they?" Michael asked setting the picture back down on the window seat.
"Um... They dont come here." Was all I could think to say. I didn't want to tell him something so close to me. The truth is my mother died when giving birth to me and my twin brother, when me and my brother were 5 my father was caught in a gun shooting and got shot in the head died instantly.
I guess that's when it went down hill for me, but for my brother I guess it gave him a lease of life. When I was 14, I got involved with the wrong people and started to do all sorts of things, then when I was out getting high, drunk or setting fire to things my brother was in his room drawing our family nothing ever happened.
But something did happen. I changed.
"Rose!" Michaels voice brought me out of my daze.
"Yeah?" I asked a bit shocked that I zoned out, I dont zone out as much any more. It used to happen all the time, everyday but it now only happens when the memories come back. The memories of mum and dad
"Are you okay?" He asked worry last in his voice.
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I shot back maybe a little to harsh as I leaned over my bed rummaging though my draws for my lighter.
"You have a lighter?" Michael asked confused looking down my arm at the purple metal thing in my hand, I didn't say anything just nodded as I walked out the door looking behind me to see Michael following.
When we got to where I wanted to be and opened the door I toke a beep breath, I love the smell. It smelt like my Dad an old wooden smell mixed with the smell of cigarettes and there sat in the middle of the room was a bong, you know those thing people smoke from. No one knew about this place only me and I guess Michael now. Maybe it could be our place, this place needs some memories.
Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
I wanna be laughed at
Laughed with, just because
My phone started ring I knew it was Zayn because that was his song, we both loved 'All time low' Alex Gaskarth is just pure sex.
I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough
But I'm stuck in this fucking rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I'm over, getting older
I just ignored him I dont want to talk to anyone right now, all I want to do is sit here and be on my own - with Michael -.
Here we go again,
It’s like you’re calling all the shots before I shoot them
and I hate that.
Every time I turn my back I wonder what you’ll
say to make me sound like someone different.
Now Luke was calling me! Cant these people stop and leave me alone! But to tell them this I need to pick up.
"I-its Liam. Rose we need you please." was all he said before hanging the phone up, he sounded like he was crying and there was shouting in the background.
Sorry its sort but you guess needed an update and I wanted to leave it on cliffhanger and sorry again. Thank you for the comments fell free to do more if you want but what do you think that room his and what was happening to Liam. We are no back at school and year 11 ahh so I will try to update every Wednesday if I can. and again sorry its this chapter is short the others will be longer I promise
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