Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Be my valentine?

It had been a couple days and we were non-stop talking until finally he asked me out on a date. The doctors allowed us to go out. We went shopping and danced in the street. We kissed in the park under a tree as the sunlight beamed down. We got weird looks from strangers in the street but we didn't care. later at night we went home to my cold and empty house. Dean stayed downstairs as I got changed into my skintight black dress and my high heels and reapplied my make up. I wanted to impress him. Also I had text the hospital asking if we could spend the night away as a break from that place and they granted one night only! Of course Dean was very happy about it. Dean had obviously cranked up the heating while I was getting dressed because I finally felt like this place did before I caught dad that night. As I made my way down the grande staircase I saw something in the living room that caught my attention. Dean was wearing a smart suit and was holding a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other was a dozen white roses (my favourites)  . Only then did it click inside that today was February 14th ! My mouth dropped and that huge goofy grin laid on his face again.
"Will you be my valentine?" As the words left his mouth a tear of happiness fell down my cheek.
"Of course you goofy boy!" He placed the presents on the sofa and I ran into his arms. Tonight was going to special.

Our date went well and we manged to get home  at around 2 in the morning. We opened a bottle of champagne that mum had left behind. And we headed to bed. Things heated up between us and ...

Saturday, 11 February 2017

The start of a new chapter

My mum woke up a couple of days ago but the doctors say she only has a week to live so I have been next to her spending every last second I can get my hands on. My dad came in and I made him tell her his little secret and she told him to stay out of our lives until the day he dies. Dean came over and introduced himself. They got on really well. She is going into surgery that might cure her but the doctors say on 5% of people cure this illness. I'll miss her when she is gone. Let's hope it succeeds!

Mums surgery was successful but she wont be able to leave the hospital until next year. Dean and I left her to sleep for a couple hours and I hung out in his "room". His life is so sad having lost everything pretty much . He is better but cant leave for another month and he has promised me that he will come and visit me and my mum when he can. We gossiped about the popular girls and how they think their perfect. When I went to leave he asked me for my number so he could text me when visiting hour was over and I had to be in my mum's room.

The next day...

I sat next to my mum's snoring. My phone pinged and it was a text message from Dean. I crept round to his room and sat down next to him in his bed. He was fast asleep so I snuggled under the duvet and fell into my own slumber. When I woke up he whispered in my ear "You look cute when you sleep you know!" I felt my cheeks burn up and I bit my lip trying not to let out a laugh. He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't know .. I couldn't help myself." He stuttered. I laughed before leaning in and kissing his lips. They tasted like strawberries and felt soft against my own. A huge goofy grin  laid  on his face. And the rest is history...

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Meeting for the first time...

The sound of voices  echo around me as my head spins trying to figure out what happened. My mum was always at the gym  as she always felt as if she was to fat but she always ate enough. Dad never showed up and it's been a good week and a half since I got that call. My cheeks were stained from the endless tears that had dropped down then. Now I was finally out of tear and hope Occasionally Sky will come make sure I am still alive and haven't given up yet. School sent me all my homework assignments as they understand it is a difficult time for me.   Today a new person was placed next to my mum's room as it has been empty for weeks. It's a young boy around the same age as me. He tried to stab himself in his school bathroom and was found by his best friend. Dean is his name. We went to the same school but I only ever heard  gossip about him from the popular girls. Apparently he is mentality ill and suffers from depression. He lost his dad to a drug overdose when he was 6 and watched him die in front of him. His mother struggles to make ends meat and spends most of her time at work trying to get any extra hours she can leaving Dean  to look after his little brother and sister.

Another 5 hours have passed and I think the lack of sleep has driven me insane but the boy next door keeps creeping into my mind. I hope he is okay. He is a pretty good looking boy I must admit. Anyway I spoke to him and he told me about how its all getting to much for him. I held his hand as her got stitches for the cut on his arm. He was the first person to make me laugh in a week and I'm very happy we met but of not  like this of course. I may or may not have fallen asleep on his shoulder while watching toy story (one of our faves).

Maybe jus maybe I might be falling for the troubled teen named Dean....

Author's note

I would just like to give you guys the link to the book that personally inspired me to start writing again so her you go there is 3 in the series and i wold love to know what you think of it!

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