Childhood Friends Turn Into Sweethearts?

I'm sorry.. My mother died last year.. So I guess I can kind of relate. I handed the note back to him, glancing at his features. He really is very attractive.. But his eyes look so sad..

Really? I'm sorry that happened.. I really am. How are you doing with that? I slid it to her and then looked down at my paper. "And Liam, what did I just say?" The teacher asked, I shrugged, and everyone started laughing. The teacher knew I chose to not talk, and I think he just liked humiliating me in front of the class.

"Don't laugh at him!" I snapped at the cheerleaders and jocks next to us. They shut up when they saw the death glare I was giving them. I looked back down at the paper. I'm a cutter. And I'm addicted to pain killers. I wrote back to him. I handed it to him when the teacher looked away. I frowned when I realized the personal information I just gave away. Why did I trust him so fast?

Why was she being so nice to me? I mean.. No one has been this year. When I read the message I frowned, and I took her arm slowly, and saw the scars.. She was telling the truth? Why would she tell me something so personal? I was happy she told me, but then sad that she was doing so. Cutting isn't good.. Neither are painkillers.. I then rolled up a bracelet on my arm, shoving lots of little slits all in one area. And including a large one on my other arm with stitch scars along it. tried to kill myself with this one. I wrote as I showed her.

Seeing his scar triggered a tightness I couldn't explain in my chest. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and I pulled my arm away from him. I'm glad you didn't succeed. I wrote to him. I laid my head down on my desk, not facing him. This poor guy.. Who could have been dead right now...

Seeing the tears start to form in her eyes I felt bad. Did I do something wrong? I just didn't bother to respond to the note, and I touched her shoulder softly. I didn't want her sad.. I really didn't, but I was glad I finally had someone I could relate to in a sense. I wrote my number down, and set it on her binder.

I slowly looked up at him when he touched my shoulder and I looked down at the piece of paper on my binder. I folded it up and slipped it in my pocket. I wrote my number down as well and handed it to him. I gave him a small smile and then the bell rang. I stood up and gathered my things before walking out to go to my next class.

I took her number and slid it in my pocket as well. I gave Her a light smile before she walked out of the room. We didn't have the next class together sadly. It was just pe.. That class went by quick, then it was third hour, a class I did have with Anna. I walked in and sat towards the back, I got stared at, but I just laid my head on my desk and watched people walk in and out.

I walked in with a new friend I had made, Rebecca. "That kid is kind of weird." She whispered, glancing at Liam. I shook my head. "If you knew half of the things he was going through you wouldn't feel that way. You have to give everyone a chance." I said softly. I sat next to him. "Hey.." I said softly, looking down at him.

I sat up as I saw her walk in. I hope I looked okay.. I nodded in her direction and grinned softly. I hated this class, math.. I was good at it, just hated the teacher. He would call on me randomly too. Maybe I would hate it less now that I knew her better. I smiled at her friend, then got out my notebook.

Math has always been my weak subject. "So, Annabelle.. What is the value of y?" I frowned down at my paper. "Um.... I don't get it..." I said softly. "You don't get what?" I glared up at the teacher. "X.. I mean.. What is an... X..." "You don't know what an X is?" The class laughed. I embarrassed. I looked down, my bangs hiding my facial expression.

The teacher chuckled then moved on, continuing the lesson. I looked at her and touched her arm softly, I wrote out how to solve the problem, and what to do and just describing it best as I could. I then handed her the paper.

I looked down at the paper, and it started to make sense. I smiled and nodded at him, then I began to work on my paper, going slowly. His advice helped though. I managed to finish most of them. The bell soon rang and it was time for lunch. I slung my bag over my shoulder and I walked over to his desk. "Hey. Would you like to go to lunch with me?" I asked him.

I looked up and nodded, standing and throwing my bad over my shoulder. "Where?" I mouthed, and walked out of the classroom with her. Her and I would be great friends.. I knew it already.

I shrugged. "There's a sonic nearby.. We can walk, or I can drive. Whatever you want." I replied, smiling at him sweetly.

"Walk?" I suggested, it was close and dealing with the school traffic now was a pain in the ass, no one knew how to drive. We walked out of the school and I saw all of the homecoming signs, it was in two weeks. I wasn't planning on going, but.. Things change.

When we went to Sonic, I got some mozzarella sticks and a cream coke. I walked with him back, me talking, him listening. I didn't mind though. "My dad is a little crazy so I don't stay home much.. My brother, Richard, is like a father to me now..."

I just got a soda, wasn't really hungry for anything. It was hard for me to order anyways. I nodded, watching her as she talked, I was a great listener. Unlike other people, I remember what they say and I don't just nod and grin. It was a pain for me to not talk, I was scared too, honestly. Scared I would be made fun of some more if I spoke. Just an anxiety thing I have. "You're more than welcome to come to my house after school.." I mouthed.

I had to have him mouth that several times before I understood. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I need help with the math homework anyway." I replied with a grin. I ate and then finished my drink as we approached the school.

The rest of the day went by fast, and we met In the parking lot. "Follow me to my house." I mouthed as I got in my car and waited as she got in hers. I drove to my house and then I got out of my car smiling as she drove up.

I parked on the curb in front of his house and I got out, smiling at him. I slung my bag over my shoulder and I locked the car as I approached him.

I walked inside with her and smiled at my grandmother who slowly stood up. "William? Why didnt you tell me we would have someone over? I could have baked cookies." She said, and I grinned. "This is Anna." I said in sign language. She wasnt good at reading lips, so thats what I did instead. "Anna? What a beautiful name.. Im Hazel." She greeted her. She was a sweet lady. "We will be upstairs." I signed. "Oh okay dear, ill be up with a snack.." zhe said and walkrd to the kitchen. I walked into my room, grinning at her. I kept my room clean, I had posters of bands all over my room and I hsd a large desk with MacBook on it. "Lets get started?" I mouthed

I nodded. "Sure." I replied softly, sitting beside him. He helped me work out the problems but I kept getting distracted, wondering what his voice sounded like. And I kept looking at his scars, wondering if has having the urges I have every day. I scratched at my scars at the though, my eyes absentmindedly staring at the paper.

I looked at her, seeing how she looked at my arm at times. "Would.. it help if I talked..?" I spoke softly. I was surprised I had gained enough curage up to talk to her. I just felt that I could trust her.. she was spectacular, so why not speak to her?

My eyes widened when he actually spoke to me. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. I scooted closer to him and gently took his arm, looking down at his scars. "Why are you hurting so much?" I asked.

I looked into her eyes, seeing the concern, and worry in her eyes. "My parents.. I... I feel it was my fault.. three years ago , on their anniversary I wanted that day to be special for them, in the middle of the night I went in to see if they were asleep, and I saw that their alarm was still on. They never get to sleep in.. so I unplugged the clock and I went to bed and set my alarm so I could make them breakfast.. I got up the next morning, and my alarm woke me up just in time to see that there was smoke everywhere.. I got up and I ran to wake my parents up, but it was their bedrooms that were in fire.. I.. saw themm burned..." I had to pause to wipe my tears. "The fire started an hour after their alarm would have gone off.. if I didnt unplug it, they would be alive.. I have so much guilt for that.."
I said, holding my head in my hands.. trying to calm myself..

I rubbed his back slowly, tears filling my eyes at his story. "It's not your fault Liam.. You didn't know that was going to happen.. Things happen.. But it's not your fault." I whispered. I lifted his chin up and moved his bangs from his face, gently wiping away his tears. I gently grabbed his arms and leaned my head down, kissing his scars. "You're really brave, you know that?"

"T..Thank you..." I whispered, and I Didnt know what else to say. I pulled her into a warm hug.. God.. I needed someone like her in my life.. I let her go slowly, and I looked down at her arms. "And... You, are strong.." I said, Running my fingertips over her scars gently. I heard a knock on the door, then my grandma walked in with a plate of cookies.. She set them on the table. "Enjoy kids." she said and I thanked her.. I picked up a cookie and took a bite.

I took a small bite of one and I looked at him and smiled. "Your grandmother makes really good cookies." I said with a grin. I put up the homework I finished and I yawned, my hand over my mouth. I slowly stood up. "I should really get going..."

"Her own recipe.." I said, and I stood, and nodded. "Oh.. Alright, well.. Since there's no school tomorrow would you be up for hanging out?" I asked, looking at the time. Wow.. We were here for a while.. I looked into her eyes, admiring her beauty for a moment or two.