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I just got out of the crazy house. Why? For setting people that are really old on fire. Yes, I really don't like old people, they piss me off. Anyways, I'm 15! And I have no friends now since I was away for nearly 7 years. Now I'm currently looking for people to talk to. Lucky for me I was let off at a place that had never heard of me.
In my search for a friend, I found this one boy named Hope Estheim. He was 14 and beyond adorable. I tried to talk to him but he was almost always in a situation that would make it awkward, so I settled for following him. Why not? The government already stated that I was insane. Of course at first I felt bad, but then I saw how monotone his life was; most of his time was spent at school or with his mother. But when he was alone is when he was beautiful – I know guys aren't supposed to be beautiful but he didn't seem like he was made for this world, like me. Soon I found that I had more than a want to be his friend, I wanted to be by him forever, to make him happy, to bring him out of this boring life of his.
One night his dad went on a business trip and his mother was at the neighbor's house. She left the door unlocked and from the conversation I heard earlier she would be gone for a while. Perfect. I waltzed into the house where Hope lived happier than I had ever been before in my life, yet I was a bit nervous. Would he like me? Would he be scared of me? Would he think I looked good? But at this point I didn't really care. I bound up the stares to his room with a giddy happiness. What would I do? I didn't know because this would be the first time I came into contact with him. I'd probably have to force myself on him, but he'd learn to like it.
Apparently, I'm a ninja when it came to breaking into houses because nothing seemed any different than it does when I watch this place. I cracked the door to Hope's room. He seemed to be not expecting anyone because he jumped and let out a small squeak. I had a shy, school girl smile on, it made me look cute.
"W-who are y-you?" he asked, clearly startled by me.
"_," I stated with a heart melting smile, "Hi, Hope."
"H-how-umm hi," he said with suspicion. I understand him, I would be scared too if some stranger just walked into my house and knew my name.
"How was your day?" I asked as I went to sit on his bed.
"G-good. You?" he asked. I could tell he was trying to make this less awkward so I wouldn't hurt him.
"Hope, I want a hug," I said while stretching my arms out to him.
He complied without a work of opposition. I loved his submissive actions, they were cute to me. He had to lean over to hug me since I was sitting. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. Soon he was sitting in my lap. Obviously this was backwards, but I was taller than him. I could feel the blush he had because his face was buried in my neck. I began to stroke his back to calm him. Then there was moisture falling down my neck and into my shirt. He was crying.
"Shhhh… Don't worry, I won't hurt you," I said in attempt to calm him. I definitely didn't want to get caught because of his weeping. By now he saw shaking.
Such fear in him made me feel like I was abusing him. I pushed his head up gently with my hand and looked into his eyes. The white of his eyes were blood shot. As I began to wipe the remaining tears away he began to shed new ones.
"Shh… It's ok. Don't cry. Nothing bad is going to happen," I said as I rubbed my thumb across his cheek.
He let out a strangled hiccup from crying and lowered his head. I shuffled a bit to get out from beneath him and started to move the bed sheets. Hope looked at me in an adorable confused way.
"I think you need some rest, ok?" I said as I got off the bed.
He only nodded and complied wordlessly. As soon as he was in place I pulled the blanket up to his chest and smoothed them out.
"Good night, Hope," I spoke then placed a soft kiss on his forehead before departing.