6. Park bench
When we reach the park he grabs my hand and starts walking to the swings. I blush and look at the ground. His hand is so warm and it's much bigger than my hand, it basically covers mine. I wish I could hold his hand more often. If only...
He lets go as soon as we sit on the pair if swings and I can't help but feel a bit dissapointed. It must be nice to just be able to take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. I picture it in my mind and I wanna cry. Why can't you see.. You belong with me.
But I smile when he starts to push me on the swing. I didn't even see him stand or walk behind me.
He stops swinging the swing and looks down at me with a smile. He takes hold of the hair tie in my hair and pulls it loose. My hair comes falling down my sides. It's really long. It comes just above my butt. I've always loved keeping my hair long. And I never used to tie it up but since the bullying started they'd pull on my hair and I was always scared they'd cut it so I started tying it up.
"That's better." he says and moves my hair out of my face and behind me ear.
I blush and look away. "Yeah it is." I say with a small smile as I fidget with my fingers.
He comes to stand infront of me. "Come on." He holds out his hand for me to take.
I hesitantly take it and he pulls me off the swing and starts walking to the park bench. I smile. This bench is our spot. There are so many memories here.
He sits and pulls me down to sit next to him. He let's go of my hand and sees me smiling. He smiles back.
"Remember when we were kids and I used to sneak you out of your house at midnight and we'd come here to lay under a blanket and cuddle and talk till sunrise; like every weekend and almost every day in summer?" he asks and I look up at him in surprise thinking that he forgot.
I grin at him "Yeah and remember how every time you did that we'd both get grounded and you'd still do it even when I almost cried every time?" I ask with a giggle.
He chuckles and smiles again."Jip I had to bring tissues every time cause you were scared your dad would catch us." he says and looks up at the stars.
I smile and nod. I look up at the stars and lean my head on his shoulder. This is how it should be. It's so peaceful being here with him. For the first time in two years I feel content. I feel like everything is going to be okay.
We stay there the rest of the night just talking and before I know it I look at my phone and see it's three in the morning. Damn we have school tomorrow. I'm going to be sooo tired.
"Hey Carebear. I think we should go home it's like three in the morning and we have school tomorrow." I say as I stand up to go.
"Yeah let's go." he says a bit reluctantly but he nevertheless walks me home.
"Your dad not home yet or something?" he asks once we're infront of my house.
"Or something." I say sadly and dismiss the subject by saying goodnight.
He looks at me for a minute with an unreadable expression on his face before he says goodnight and walks across the road to his house.