Dear Bestfriend,

I actually had a seizure which is why Torie came out to early.

I didn't want to think about it anymore and I started to walk down into my room and fall asleep. My phone vibrated and I went to check it.

You up?
Yes. How did you know?
I saw the light on, and your face.

Creepy…

I run to the back door and slide it open. With in seconds I was hugging Brian. I was crying into his shoulders and he looked really upset aswell. We walked into my bedroom so we wouldn't wake up anyone up stairs.

"How are you?" I asked.
"Listen, babe," he still calls me that,"I finally got enough money for us to go and leave, where's Torie?" I could tell he wasn't okay.
"Go where…" I replied.
"To leave."
"Tonight?"
"No, next week."
I looked into his eyes. They were glossy looking,"Are you high?"
"What, no!?" he made it seem sarcastic or questionable. "I'm just upset." he sat down on my exercise ball and shoved his hands in his face, working his way up to his hat.
"Are you?" I asked again.
"Yes…" he made it seem to innocent. Like there was nothing wrong with the words that came out of our mouths.
"How come?" he didn't do this unless there was a reasonable answer.
"I got into a fight with my parents. They wanted me to leave for the night."
"So you just…"
"Yeah."

He got up from the ball when he looked down and saw me kneeing down next to him. I followed his steps and gave him a hug.

It was a long hug. I noticed how he smelt of cigarettes and weed. He took off his hat, and I started to smell the normal him.

I motioned for him to lay down on my bed, and I turned off the lights. Torie didn't make a peep the whole time! He turned on the T.V and turned down the volume for our child sleeping ten feet away from the Television.

He fell asleep before I did and I started to drift off to sleep. I turned off the noiseless television and curled around Brian. I started to giggle at the name. Brian for a Mexican. His real name is something like Jose but there were multiple Jose's at school, so we called him by his middle name.

Just thinking about that made me fall asleep…

 

I. Thought. You. We're. Dissing. My. Update. At. First. L.O. L.

 

Update. Is. Coming. Now!!

 

I woke up alone on my bed to my alarm clock beeping like an insane person.

beep, beep, beep, beep…

"Shut up!" I screamed at it. I forgot there was a baby in the room. But she didn't make a noise. She was actually talking. I turned from the wall and saw Torie being held by Brian.

"Shh…" he whispered.
"Good morning." I said nervously.
"Hey," he looked at me and smiled his sweet grin,"bed head." we started laughing, and I touched my forehead. He wasn't lying. I ran into my bathroom and brushed my hair like a crazy person not wanting there bestfriend to see there cruddy bed head.

I changed out of my night clothing into my everyday outfit. I had to change my bra, and it was a little awkward having a guy stair you down the whole entire time.

"What?" I said finally.
"Your beautiful."

I was blushing. I came over and kissed his soft lips. Our mouths moved up against each others for a long time. When I practically pushed him off me, he started to make bird noises.

"Oh my god, shut up." I said sarcastically. We both were laughing. It was also 6 in the morning. The mornings usually the easiest time to make me laugh.

After I was done, Brian found a bag of some of his sleeping over clothing. It was just a shirt though.

I picked up Torie and hugged her. She was our gift. I sat down by her toys in my room. Its a big room. It's bigger then my parents, but it's because I moved into the basement after having Torie and coming home from Teen Mothers Home.

Torie is over a year. I had her before I turned 16. People walked around school calling me names because I was pregnant with a guy I was dating for 5 months. Some how, a TRUE rumor had spread. It was that me and Brian had already had sex seven times.

I know I shouldn't have told you. And my family was upset! (I had bruises to prove it) I had to stay with Brian's family for 5 months. It was annoying half the time. He has 2 little brothers, and everyone there talks Spanish. His mother could've been cussing me out and I didn't know a single word that came out of her dark red lips.

We talked and watched as Torie would pick up her toys and want to play with them.
"Today's Friday." Brian said with a depressing spring in his voice.
"I noticed." I tried to make my self sound equally depressed.
"Do you still want to come?"
"Defiantly!"
"Great…"

Either he was upset I was going, or upset that he was going. So I ignored him and got dressed for school while he still watched our babe.

 

Thanks guys! I'm reading this book called 'SKIN' it's about a boy whose sister has an eating disorder. I'm really obsesse over it. 

 

Alright one more spry for you guys. I just read "I love you, my dear sibling" it's really sad at the moment, the 16 year old just had an adoration.