He pulled me into a park and we began walking the path.
“I've been in and out of foster homes since I was six.
I was taken away from my mom. She was an alcoholic.” he
turned to me, “something you know all to well
I nodded with a small smile. I felt relief and sadness growing
inside me. Happy he was taken out of the pain, but sadness
because he was helpless.
“Anyways, I was at Hannah’s house when I was nine,
and it was already my fifth foster house.”
“Hannah? The girl at the movies?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I got in trouble a lot and nobody wanted
to take care of me, so they just kept shipping me away, home
after home.” My grip tightened on his hand, he turned to me
and his green eyes were saddened, “I didn't fell like I
belonged anywhere...but when I was at Hannah's I, felt like
they were my family.”
“But things got worse when Minnie, Hannah's mom, got
sick. She died shortly after. They said they've never seen
anything like it, it spread so fast there was barley time for
I saw a tear fall down his gorgeous face. “I was sent away
again, but when I was there Hannah and I became really close, not
like you and me, but like brother and sister.” I smiled, I
couldn't believe I got jealous from them hugging.
He stared at me in the eyes looking deeply in them, “I
don't want to leave again.” he whispered.
“And I don't want you to go.” He smiled and
brought his face to mine, I tried taking away the pain but I
could feel that he was really upset.
I pulled away and smiled, “Lets go home.”
“Your coming to my house,” he said pulling me onto
“No Eli..” I told him I didn't want to see him
cry anymore, and I didn't want to see the pain in his
“Please? It would mean a lot to me.” he said grabbing
I smiled, “Well...”
“Great.” he said and continued to pull me into his
His house was empty and dark, but it had a homie feel that made
me smile. He pulled me down the hall and to his room.
He didn't turn any lights on instead he led me to the bed. I
laid down and he laid next to me, our faces together.
“I had a great day today.” I told him.
“So did I.” he said grabbing my hands.
“I love you.” I said without thinking, without a care
in the world.
I just said it.
And it seemed like forever before he said, “I love you
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