Despite the title, this isn't a story about a treehouse.
This is a story about love.
This is about two people who allowed change and fear to ruin something beautiful.
Letting years go by,
Only to realize that they should've fought harder for the o...
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Turning over in the bed I read the blinking numbers before, squinting my eyes slightly due to the brightness.
3:00 AM
The clock read.
I wish I could blame me being wide awake in the middle of the night due to Talia's obnoxious snoring, but after years of sleepovers, I've learned to fall asleep to it.
I knew the reason I was awake had nothing to do with Talia and everything to do with Myles.
The first time I realized I liked Myles was when I was twelve years old.
Our middle school was having a winter dance and I decided to ask my long-time crush Joshua to the dance.
To say I was infatuated with this boy was an understatement, all he had to do was say my name and I was putty in his hand.
I saw the school dance as the perfect opportunity to make my feelings known to Joshua.
I had my mother help me bake chocolate chip cookies to hand over to Joshua the next day and I even made a card asking him to be my date to the dance.
When the time came for me to ask Joshua to the dance I was brutally rejected.
Joshua told how he could never like someone who was darker than him.
At that moment I was taken back to kindergarten when I was told I looked like poop.
I was never insecure about my skin complexion before but hearing it from someone you like, really messed with my self-esteem and planted a seed of doubt within me.
From that moment on I couldn't help be apprehensive about liking someone, wondering if they would even like me because of my dark skin.
I was crushed, but I didn't want to give Joshua the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
I ran out of the lunchroom, throwing the cookies I spent all night making in the trash.
I faked sick to the nurse so she'll call my mom and take me home.
The moment I got home I immediately went inside the treehouse and poured my heart out.
"Jesse are you okay?" Myles asked softly as he approached me.
I was curled up against the couch, my hair a mess, and my face stained with tears.
"No," I sniffled out, snot in my nose from crying for hours.
Myles sat quietly beside me before wrapping his arm around me in comfort.
Shifting slightly I leaned my head against his shoulder relishing in the warmth he provided.
"Myles, do you think I would be prettier if I was lighter?" I questioned my voice shaky.
I heard Myles inhale sharply at my words, though I kept my eyes forward not wanting him to see how vulnerable I felt.
