(Dalton’s p.o.v.)
“I wasn’t gonna jump, ya know,” he whispered.
“What?” I asked. We fell asleep, and then he woke up around 7 a.m. and successfully woke me up as well, so we just started talking about random stuff. We were currently laying under the covers my arm draped over his torso and my head on his sholder.
“When we were at the bridge,” he turned to face me, “I wasn’t gonna jump. I just went there to think. It seems peaceful… looking over the water with the moon out and the wind blowing softly. I needed some time to think. I don’t even remember how I got there, but I’m glad I did.” He chuckled a bit at the end and I smiled along with him.
“I used to go there a lot. Then something happened and I couldn’t anymore because it was too… painful.”
“What do you mean? What happened?” He asked.
“… Nothing. I’ll tell you another time.”
He shook his head and frowned. “Tell me now. I don’t care if it’s bad, I wanna know.”
Damn, he’s persistent.
“Fine… when I was younger and really depressed, I jumped off the bridge one day when I went there to think. I got distracted by all the shit going on through my head and I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t even think about the effects the action would bring to the people who I loved most.”
He stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling. I swallowed when he finally looked over to me. “Who saved you?” he whispered.
“The coastguard… they thought I was a fallen tree branch or some luggage from a cargo ship.”
“I’ll be sure to thank them sometime.” I smiled slightly at his comment. “Are you better now?”
“Much better; especially since I met you.”
“That’s sappy. Ugh I feel like I’m in a reality TV show when I’m around you.”
I laughed and hugged him closer to my body.
“You’re hilarious,” I said sarcastically.
“Shut up,” he laughed.
We stayed silent for a while, just enjoying each other’s company.
“Do you want to go out with me?” I blurted. As soon as the words flowed out of my mouth, I blushed a deep red and tried to hide my face.
He chuckled and lifted my face up with his hands, “I’d love to.”
I leaned in and kissed him quickly.
“You’re perfect.”
“Shut up.”
“You say shut up a lot.”
“Because you talk a lot.”
“Haha,” I pretend laughed, “so where do you want to go?”
“Camping.”
“Camping? Seriously?” Awwwe, that’s cute.
“Yeah… is that okay?”
“It’s perfect,” he looked at me and started to say, “don’t do i-“ but was cut off by me saying, “like youuu.”
“Ughghghghghg I hate you.”
“You do?” I asked seriously.
“No,” he said truthfully.
“Oh, thank God cause that would’ve been awkward.”
We both laughed and continued talking.
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<>later on that night<>
Since it was Friday, we decided it would be the best time to go camping for the weekend. He packed all of his stuff this morning because he didn’t go to school. We all agreed that going to a new school on a Friday wasn’t a good idea, so we stayed home for the day. The day mostly consisted of holding hands and kissing occasionally and watching TV and cuddling and other couple-y stuff. Yeah, gross, I know. But whatever it was Skylar, so it was okay. No, it was perfect.
“Dalton! Hurry up!” my mother yelled. She was driving us to our lake house and dropping us off to fend for ourselves. Crazy woman. How are we gonna get food? Whatever.
“Coming!” I yelled back. I walked over to the bathroom and opened the door to Skylar fixing his hair. “You do realize me and my mom are the only ones gonna see you, right?”
“Your mothers not the one I’m concerned about…” he mumbled. “How do I look?” he asked finally.
“Perfect, as usual. Now can we go?” I asked impatiently.
“Fine let’s go.”
Our bags were already in the car so we just walked outside and jumped in the car. The car ride there was peaceful and silent, besides the snores of Skylar asleep on my lap. He was so adorable when he slept. He kept sniffling and nuzzling my legs and he was all curled up in a little ball and it made me die because he was so fucking adorable.
“We’re here!” my mother yelled. Mmm, I guess I started to dose off too.
I gently shook Skylar and whispered, “We’re here, love.”
He grumbled and I laughed at him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Stop laughing at me,” he pouted adorably.
“No,” I stated, simply.
I got out of the car leaving a confused Skylar. “Come on, baby! Get your bags, we’re going inside!” I called out to him from the door of the house. He finally hauled his fine ass out of the car, grabbed his little suitcase and walked over to where I was standing.
“Ready?” he shook his head.
I unlocked the door and walked through the patio room. The house was set up so the patio room covered the while front of the house, you had to walk through the room to get to the actual front door. When I unlocked that door and opened it, he gasped a little. Not that the house was big, but just the while aroma of the place felt homey.
“Do you like it?’
“I love it. This place is perfect. It feels like home; well what home is supposed to feel like.”
I took his bag and led him to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway that was used for the parents. Along the hallway were tow bed rooms; one for the girls with two beds, and the other for boys with bunk beds. His eyes kept roaming around everywhere we went and he stared in fascination. I couldn’t stop smiling stupidly at him. Geeze, I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
(Skylar’s p.o.v.)
We laid out on the deck after the sun went down. He had some lawn chairs that were surprisingly really comfortable. As I was looking up at the stars, I kept thinking; thinking about what Dalton told me earlier. He didn’t look the type but at the same time he did. He’s so confusing. I’m just happy he’s getting better, or at least I hope he is. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him when I’m just getting to know the guy.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked quietly.
“Oooh nothing,” I lied. “Just school and stuff. I’m really nervous of what people are gonna think of me.”
“They’re all gonna love you cause you’re perfect.”
“Stooppp iiitt,” I whined.
“Stop what?”
“Ugh just shut up,” I pouted. He's gonna be the death of me.
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Well there’s that. Lol I hoped y’all liked it. Idk how often I’ll update this week because I have band camp from 9am to 9pm all week and I’m probably gonna die, so we’ll see how it goes.
oh btw the lady is daltons mother. Her name shall be Ericka.