Tony and I continued to kiss, until he back away almost breathless.
"I don't want to rush" he whispered. I was relieved in a sense but disappointed all at once.
More than anything else I was happy to have him here with me.

He quietly looked around my room,and settled at my desk.
His eyes wondered at the guitar, and tiny smile appeared at his face.
"You never told me you played" he mumbled.
"You never asked" I teased.
He playfully rolled his eyes and swirled in the chair.

He looked awfully cute in his crew neck and beanie.
It wasn't often seeing his hair out of his face.
I'd catch him giving me simple glares and smiles and I'd return them back.
"You're so quiet" he muttered as he sat upon my bed again.

I took his hand and intertwined it with mines.
They were a lot bigger than mines, but he was so gentle handed.
I'd play with his fingers until he laid me on my back and hovered over me.
His eyes wondered but always landed on my lips.

His body arched and dipped down in the perfect position for a kiss.
His breathing was so relax - his lips felt like sweet candy to me.
Every time I was near him my mind felt at peace and I wasn't so worried on what other people thought.
its when he left me I felt so powerless against everyone.

I'd place my arms around his neck, our lips were practically inseparable. But I loved them that way.
Tony collapsed on the side of my bed, he'd play with my hair.
Words were barley spoken but our actions did the talking.
My hands would reach out for his, the touch of his skin feeling like a source of protection.

Our chest moved up and down at the same pace, our eyes connected and we drifted off into a peaceful sea. It's like his whole being out me in a state of mind I never knew existed.
I knew his was just as miserable as me, but he never talked about them.
There isn't much to his story, he's like a book - a book of suspicion.

I curled led my head in the curve of his chest.
His warm hand landed on cheek and he rubbed softly.
The warmth of the air that he blew off set in the extra comfort.
Before I knew it, I was off into a deep slumber.

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My alarm bounced off the walls, my hands searched the snooze button.
I had become frantic when I noticed Tony wasn't with me anymore.
He must of left once I had fallen asleep. There wasn't a sign of him even being in my room.
I had even second questioned if what I experienced was a dream or a sweet deadly reality.

I changed into warm clothes, topping it off with a beanie and chucks.
Liking the way I looked I felt good.
Robert knocked on the door; his facial expression wasn't the best.

"What troubles you?" I asked.
"Nothing really, ready for school?" He said without making eye contact.
"Guess so, are you okay?" I questioned.
He didn't respond he only swiftly drafted away from the door way.

The car ride was quiet, which was unusual.
"Cielo" Robert muttered.
"Yes?"
"Be strong okay?" He said, looking down at his fingers.
I was irritated that I couldn't tell what was bothering my brother. It was unlike him.

Closing the door to the car, I took a deep breath in and walked towards hell.
I was greeted by an elderly woman and man.
Walking up the stairs I was confronted by Kelly.

I was shoved around and slapped.
what was the point of fighting back? Or the point of staying strong?
Nothing.

Notes

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