DON'T JUDGE

TWENTY

(Scarlet)

Jordie was silent on the car ride back to the apartments. He lived only a few rooms away from me. His apartment had the exact same style except it was filled with his things. Surprisingly it was organized. Posters filled the walls and the video games were stacked high.

He grabbed chips and soda then plopped down on the couch. We watched a movie then he walked me back to my apartment.

Just kidding. That's what normal people would do. But by now you should know I'm not exactly in the norm. So what really happened was...

Five minutes at his apartment and we had made a huge fort out of furniture and blankets. Jordie and I sat under the canvas of sheets above us. We laid down next to each other listening to music. One headphone in my right ear and a headphone in his left ear. I had my journal in my lap drawing and he was tapping his fingers to the beat on my thighs. Then he took a paper from me. One that had fallen out of my journal. He started to fold and crease the edges until it was a airplane. That's when it all started.

We launched paper airplanes at each other and ran around the apartment. I thought I was alone in the kitchen waiting for him to come so I could ambush him. But then I felt arms around my waist and he yelled to scare me. And hell it worked. I turned around banging my nose on his shoulder in the process of screaming. He pulled away,

"Shit. Scar, your nose is bleeding."

I lifted my hand and pressed it under my nose. Yep, it was a war zone. He ran throwing all the drawers open searching for paper towels. He couldn't find any so I ended up shoving a tampon from my purse up my bleeding nose. He fell over laughing when he heard the idea. Oh but little did he know I wasn't joking.

       He held his stomach and begged,

"Please take that thing out of your nose. I can't take you seriously. "

       I scrunched my nose at him then shook my head no,

" And you were taking me serious before? "

       He laughed,

" I guess this is what I get for scaring you. "

         I poked his shoulder with hatred,

" I'm not blaming it on you. I'm blaming it on your shoulder. For now on I shall despise that shoulder of yours. " 

And that is how we became aqquantices, friends, best friends and maybe even more.