The next day, Lorenzo pulls into my driveway early in the morning.
After I let him in and he sits on my bed while I continue getting ready, I say, "You really don't have to pick me up."
"And let you walk in the dark? Yeah right. I was raised better than that. Anyways I want to spend time with my friend."
"Only friend?" I tease.
"Fine, best friend," Lorenzo corrects.
"I appreciate it and all, but you wake up so early to get ready and I'm just getting up while you're already here," I protest.
"Like I said, I want to spend time with my best friend. It's my life and I'll do whatever I need to to make what I want happens," he says firmly.
I roll my eyes and grab a pair of baggy pants and an extra large shirt.
Stubborn mule.
"Why do dress you like that?" Lorenzo asks before I can enter the bathroom.
"Like what?"
"Like that. You dress in baggy clothes. Like you want to hide your body."
"Because I feel like it."
Lorenzo goes into my closet and I follow him in. He goes through my clothes and starts pulling out shirts and jeans. He shoves a pair of black straight jeans and a loose olive button up top into my arms.
"Go try it on," he demands.
I lift an eyebrow and he says, "Please."
"I don't respond to demands, maybe if you ask correctly, I'll change."
"Linnea, will you please change into the clothes I gave you?" He asks, his voice sugary-sweet.
"Sure, Lorenzo! Anything for you!" I say with as much sugar.
When I come out and show Lorenzo, he doesn't say anything.
"Has my gorgeousness shocked you into silence?" I tease.
"Haha, very funny. See you look better than you did with the baggy clothes."
I smile as go downstairs to make breakfast. Lorenzo follows after bringing me a pair of knee-high boots. I quickly scramble some eggs and cut avocado to put on a slice of toast.
"Are you going to sit there or will you help?"
"Nah, I'm fine here. Hey, where's mine?" He asks after I sit down with my toast.
"The stove's right there. Make your own."
"Fine. Just remember, I can't cook, so if I try, I might burn down your house."
"Okay, fine. Take mine. I'll just make another one," I grumble.
He smiles and sits down while I get up to make more breakfast.
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Lorenzo and I are at my locker in the morning before classes when I hear a voice behind me ask.
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Death Wish
Teen FictionLinnea has been wanting to die ever since her family was in a car crash. She was the only survivor and she's been riddled with guilt since that day because she was driving the car. Her guardian, Thibault, has been telling her how worthless she is a...
