You're Perfect, To me
Adam Torres love story
Mallory Deskamp sat at the counter." One mocha latte" She said.
"$6.23 Please" The waitress said. Mal fiddled in her pockets. $5.40. Shit. She thought. She exhaled.
"I got it" A voice behind her said. She turned. A boy about her age pulled out the
80 cents. She smiled. He smiled back. She got it and began walking. He followed her.
"What's your name?"
"Mallory Deskamp" She replied.
"Adam Torres. How old are you? 14?"
"15"she corrected. She kept walking. He was right beside her.
"Can I walk you home?" Adam asked.
"Ok, I guess." She replied. She arrived at her house. A hovel, but it had a roof that leaked when it rained, windows that kept the cold in and the heat out, smelled like cocaine. A chill ran up her spine as a roach crawled across her shoe.
"You do not live here, do you?" He asked. She nodded sadly. He grabbed her hand.
"Where are we going?"
"My place. You're lucky. My parents are vacationing in the Caribbean. You can stay with me."
"But I barely know you!" She said. He shrugged. They soon arrived at the fanciest place she'd ever seen. "You live here?" She asked. He nodded. She was awestruck.