"Do you want to do something?"A Chapter by fanfictionlover45
I was busy fixing the covers on my bed when I heard my father barge into my room. I turned around, watching as he stood there, an emotionless look on his face.
"I'm leaving. You are to stay in this house. If I see that you've even stepped out of this damn apartment..." He trailed off, looking me in the eye. "You'll regret it."
I swallowed, throwing my pillow down on top of the duvet. "Um, okay."
He dropped his stare from mine, turning to storm out of my room. He's been getting angrier the past few weeks, and I was beginning to grow sick of it. I don't really know what his problem was. I never talked to him; I made him dinner. I cleaned the house. I went straight to my room after I got home from somewhere. You can say I'm getting depressed from his bullshit.
Justin's face instantly popped into my mind, making me smile. Even though I only knew him for two days, he was beginning to grow on me. He was everything you could want in a guy. He's sweet, caring, but he's quiet and calm. I walked to the half empty boxes stacked in the corner of my bright violet room. The sun was shining it, making the color pop. I opened one that read, Pictures on the front and pulled one of the frames out. It was of me and my friends from California. In the picture was my two best girlfriends, Rachel and Haley. We've been friends since kindergarten and they took it the hardest when they heard the news of me moving. The other person in the picture was my best friend and ex-boyfriend, Nick. We were the best of friends for a long time before we tried the whole dating thing out. He was my first boyfriend, but of course, my dad had to get in the way.
I stood up, walking over to the computer desk that was sitting in the corner of my room. I sat the picture frame down, examining it one last time. I smiled, remembering all the good times we shared. I sighed, and walked back to the same box. I pulled another frame out, this one was of my father, mother and I when I was ten. I was so happy then. My father had a bright smile on his face, while I was sitting on his shoulders. My mother, who was a spitting image of me, stood beside him, squished into his side. I remember that day. His brother and sister in law were visiting us. My Uncle, Jay, had just gotten married to my Aunt, Shaye, and they decided to come down to California for their honeymoon. I loved it.
After my mother divorced my father though, that's when he cut his family off from every having contact with us. That's when my life became a living hell. Dad was still protective of me, but he wasn't as bad as he is now. He actually let me live then.
I felt a lone tear run down my cheek. I used the back of my palm, wiping it off. I sniffed and stood up, setting the picture down by the first one. Once I realized that there were no more picture frames left, I sat the cardboard aside, grabbing the next one. After going through all of the packed boxes, I soon had an actually room. It felt homey, but I didn't feel at home.
I was busy walking back up to the roof when I heard a door open and close. I hid behind the stair case in front of me, slightly peeking to see who it was. I saw the back of Nilah's father jogging down the flight of stairs. I sighed, glad he hadn't caught me. Slowly, I moved from the wall to the door I had seen him come out of. Hesitantly, I knocked three times. I was hoping she would answer for me.
It was about a minute or so until someone opened the door. Nilah's appearance entered my view. I smiled, and looked down at her attire. She had on a pair of grey sweatpants with an almost rose colored racer back tank top on. She looked gorgeous even when she was dressed down. Her eyes grew wide, looking behind me back and forth.
"Justin. What-are you crazy?" She exclaimed, startling me.
I felt my smile slip off my face; I cleared my throat. "W-what?"
"If my dad see's you here..." She trailed off, running a hand through her disheveled hair that was in a high ponytail. "It wouldn't be good."
"Well, I was just checking up on you. Sorry for caring." I replied, starting to turn back to go home.
I started walking away until I felt someone's hand attach to my wrist. "Justin, wait." Her voice was soft, calling me back.
I walked back to her and watched as she gained her composure. "I don't have anyone else. You've been so nice to me. I don't want to lose that just because my father has a problem."
I smirked, leaning against her door frame. "Do you want to do something?"
She cleared her throat, fixing the strap of her shirt. When she did this, it brought my attention to how tan and supple her skin looked. It made me curious of what it felt like, also.
"Like what?" She replied, coping my actions by leaning on the other side of the open doorway.
"Hmm, I don't know. What do you have in mind?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets.
She had a look of concentration on her face, making her that much cuter. "How about a tour around town?"
I smiled, chuckling. "Okay, sure."
Nilah smiled, walking back into her apartment. "Come in, I'll just get ready." I slowly walked into her apartment; an almost replica of mine.
It was about fifteen minutes later when we were on our way to downtown Atlanta. I walked closely to her; I could smell her fruity perfume perfectly. Strawberries.
"I know this really good arcade place. It's kind of like a diner, but it has a huge arcade in it. How does that sound?" I asked, looking down at her.
"Sounds awesome." She smiled, giggling slightly.
I smiled, and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
© 2012 fanfictionlover45
Added on March 10, 2012
Last Updated on March 10, 2012
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