Deaf Tragedies

chapter 7 i think i really should even call these chapters more like pages

short as always honestly i think this is something that will just last along time because my writing sucks but i really do want to hear about your stories i need something good to read

Rose*******

there he is climbing though my window i didnt think he was serious though im glad i manged to fix my hair just in case and here we are staring i just dont know what to say no gut has ever done anything this crazy for me i notice he has bags under his eyes im sure i do to neither of us ever get any sleep his hair is a mess but in a good way and he is wearing skinny jeans im wearing sweats great he looks hot and im a mess hes staring at my hoody crap this is the one he left here great now hes gonna think im some freak wait is he smiling then i just break down i cant hold tears in anymore im not strong like i used to be i never used to cry infront of anyone but when hes around i cant hold them back i fall into his arms i clear my head then we sit on my bed and i just cry soaking his white shirt

i eventually pull and like i predicted his shirt is pretty well soaked then he signs (this is that part in the movies where the guy pulls off his shirt to show his awesome 6 pack right because if it is we might have a problem i only have 4 pack) after i bust out laughing uncontrolably i get up walk into the spare bedroom and pull a white shirt out that looks about his size my mom has always been so prepaired for everything atleast most things i walk back in to find he has already pulled of his jacket and shirt he draps it acrost my computer chair truns to me and signs (i will leave that here to so u have something to wear under that hoody) then he smirks i blush and throw the shirt in his face he laughs and pulls on only to find it fits perfect be is rather hot with his short brown hair that goes anywhere it likes and his deep green kinda neonish eyes that drive me insane he wears that white shirt and a black leather thats right i said leather jacket and deep black blue skinny jeans and a pair of red toms even at 3 in the morning he could get absoultley any girl he wants and look at me i would be lucky to get a troll yet he looks at me in such an unexplable way things start to get awkward so i sign (thank you for coming and dealing with my break down its hard getting through this but you are always there to help me through this i know i have alot of friends and family here to be with me but with u its diffrent u dont baby me like they do as bad as it sound being waited on constantly gets old) then he signs and by the end im sure i miss read what he waas says surly he did not just sign what i think he did......