“Good, because you snore at night. I’m surprised the next door neighbours haven’t complained yet.” He chuckled.
“Hate to break it to you Jase, we share the same room. And we will be until I leave this place.” I laughed.
“Stop calling me Jase, Oakley.” He looked up at me and stopped smiling.
“Why, doesn’t wittle Jase like his nick name?” I smiled.
“Stop.” He grunted.
“Why it’s just a nick name, calm down.”
“My sister called me that. I thought it didn’t matter that you called me it, but it gets on my nerves, just stop it alright?” He admitted.
I looked down, suddenly feeling really bad. I didn’t even think about that. He has let me call him that for years and now he finally snapped.
“Hey, Jason I’m sorry. You should have said earlier, I would’ve stopped. I’m so sorry.” I shook my head.
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t call me that anymore.” He looked up at me and pattered my leg.
I thought that even though we were on the topic it wouldn’t hurt it ask him about his family. He was the only one I didn’t know about in the house. He was so quite when he wants to be.
“Hey Jason, what happened to your sister. You talk about her sometimes and she sounds so sweet. What happened to her?” I asked being careful.
His back stiffened. He didn’t talk about this to anyone. Talking about his feelings was a whole new thing for him. I didn’t blame him. At school I hated people knowing about me.
Not that I was ashamed or anything, I have grown to love my family. But I didn’t want that to be a weakness at school. I hated when people judged me.
“I left them when I was only little.” He told me. I was surprised he didn’t just tell me to shut up and leave.
“Someone took me away.” He was being very brief about this. Like he was hiding something.
“You can tell me Jason if you want to. I’m good at keeping secrets.” I smiled trying to reassure him.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I was taken from my family, that’s it. I don’t know why I was, it just happened. Mum and Dad didn’t do anything about it. They watched as I was dragged into the hands of a stranger. I hate them, and I hate it here.” He yelled getting off the bed, slamming the door behind him.
That was the most he has even told anyone about his past. And it was terrible. He was taken away at such a young age. But he didn’t attend the orphanage until he was ten. So where was he for two years?
He was the mystery boy arond here.
Soon, I plan to find out more about him.
Getting up of the bed, I checked my phone seeing that I have 23 missed calls and 11 texts all from Rachel. I forgot about her. She said she was going to come to the ceremony, it was all so overwhelming I didn’t even look for her. I must call her in the next few hours. It feels like I haven’t seen her in ages!
Signing, I opened the slammed door, and walked down into the lounge room and gasped when I saw Scott lying on the couch sleeping.
I didn’t even realised he stayed the night here.
“Hmm, I think I could wake up every morning to see my girlfriend staring at me.” He smirked. His voice was still sleepy; it was the most amazing sound I have heard yet.
Blushing, I giggled and stepped closer towards him.
“Hey boyfriend.” It rolled off my tough before I could stop myself.
His smirk widened. “I like the sound of that.”
“Mmm, me too!”
“Did you sleep well?” He asked.
“Yeah alright I guess. If you count waking up with Jason’s arm on top of me cutting my circulation off, then yeah, it was alright!” I laughed.
He smiled holding his arms out. I grabbed his arm and he pulled me closer to him. Clumsy me tripped over the carpet rug and fell into his arms.
He chuckled and held me tighter.“Only you Oakley.”
Blushing even redder this time, Scott moved me over so I was sitting on his lap.
“You didn’t have to stay last night if you didn't want too Scott. You could have gone home. I have experienced sleeping on that couch before, it’s not comfortable at all.” I smiled down at him.