Sydney's POV
I stare at the girl for a couple of seconds then I run. I run out the door and planning on running somewhere far away. But I didn't. I couldn't even move from standing in front of the door. I lean up against it with my hand's resting on my forehead.
I start to close my eyes and feel my noise starting to run, but no tears coming out of my eyes. I wasn't even sure why that didn't happen, but I didn't care. I didn't want to cry and certainly not now. I slide down to the floor with my back up against the
door still. I had no idea that living with mama would be this hard. I never wanted this to happen. I hate the fact that she lied to me. I hate the fact that she kept my half sister a secret from me and kept me a secret from her; that was even more
painful. I pull my knees to my chest and start to stare at something and think about someone who was always there for me and never did lie to me. Michael was all that came to my head. Even though I just met him it seems as though that I have
known him all my life, which I kind of do but still. Compared to anyone else that I have grown fond of he is a better bond for me. like my father. He would constantly beat me all the time, and he didn't care about me he just wanted to look like some
macho man that took responsibility for his kid. My mom is everything that Michael is, but a she's a liar. And my sister I didn't even know she was alive. So it only left him. Speaking of Michael, I see him walking out of his apartment. He closes the door behind him and looks at me sitting on the ground, angry at the world. The next thing I know, he's standing in front of me with pity eyes. oh joy, another loser that believes in fate. "Hey Sydney, why you crying?" he bent over and put his hands on his
knees to look at me. I looked up at him with clench teeth and red eyes. "I'm crying." I said through my teeth. he stepped back. It was clear that he was scared of me, shocker. He sits next to me and put's his arm around me. right now, I can't even breathe. I have never been this close to a boy before. "Come on Sydney you can tell me. We're best friends remember?" best friends; haven't heard those words in a long time. I put my face in my knees and nuzzle my head into them. I can't take this
chance ever again. He rubbed my shoulder and I lifted my face up. I looked at him and he did the same. I leaned in and laid my head on his chest. "Well if you're my best friend then you would be able to just hold me for a while." I said into his chest. He grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. I look up at and catch him staring at me. He blushed. He looked so cute. He was blushing so hard that his lips were red. The next thing I know they touch mine. They were incredibly soft. I was shocked at first, then I took charge and kissed back. He was an awesome guy, not to mention an amazing kisser. "Sydney," a familiar voice spoke down on us. Michael jerks back. I looked at him and was about to ask what was wrong. Then I had realized who it was.