My Bobby

16 year old Emily Harbor is best friends with a boy named Bobby Howard. But Bobby's not your average boy. Bobby has a mild case of autism, and he doesn't have many friends. But Emily has a lot. When Emily realizes that Bobby is taking a toll on her relationships, what happens? What happens when Emily finds out something about Bobby that changes everything? What happens to Emily when she realizes that she still loves him anyway?


19. Chapter 18

"I love you." Bobby whispers next to me, thinking I was asleep, my back to his chest, stroking my hair softly. My eyes flew open. Did Bobby just say he loved me? He strokes my hair and kisses my neck once before tightening his grip on my waist. I hear his breathing measure out before I turn over and face him. I brush his bangs out of his eyes and run my thumb across his cheek. "My Bobby." I whisper. "I love you forever." A little smile flicks to his lips and he hugs me closer. I blush, knowing that he heard what I said, but I slowly fall asleep, my head resting on his warm chest, hearing the soft thud of his heart.

When I wake up Bobby's gone, but his black sweatshirt is in a wad on my pillow. I pull it over my head and shimmy into white skinny jeans and black vans. I put my hair in a bun and grab my keys, heading to my car. The entire drive, I wondered if Bobby would be at school when I got there. As I pull in, I see Bobby on the bench. I open the door and walk next to him. He slides his thumbs into the waist band of my jeans as we kiss. I started to wonder. Was our entire relationship just physical now? I pull away and rest my cheek against his chest. He chuckles lowly. "You're wearing my sweatshirt." I blush. "You want it back?" He cocks his head at me. "No. It looks.....cute on you. Very big, but cute." I smile wide. "Bobby......I think you should meet my parents. Officially." He tightens his jaw and breathes faster. I hold onto his hand, squeezing it until he comes back to me. He runs a frustrating hand through his hair, making it stick up. "There's no point." He says gruffly. "They don't like me anyway." I cross my arms. "How do you know that? I like you just fine." He smirks slyly and grabs my waist, groaning. "Because you've been in my room." I blush instantly and he laughs again. "Will you do it though? For me?" I pout and he presses his forehead against mine. "Anything you want in the world, anything, I will get it for you baby girl." He squeezes my waist and buries his face in my neck. "Anything."

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