The question

Everything was so quiet. The world seemed so silent and the warmth I felt here felt unnatural for the first day. I felt like moving from this spot would ruin things somehow.

"Would it be rude if I asked you about the reason for your move?" I was startled the sudden sound of his voice but more so by the question. I looked over to Alexander with a face of supposed curiosity.

"Why ask that? You know the reason. My mom's a junkie who couldn't take care of me, that's why i'm here. You know that~ haha." oh my lord, I sound so dumb right now. Like a mentally ill person who thinks their a white suburban teenage girl in the 90's.

"I understand that that's the story your going to keep telling my aunt, but I also know that's not the truth. So what is the truth? Why are you really here?" he gave a genuinely curious expression and god help me, it is so freaking cute. Shit! What am I saying. Even if he is super hot, I can never tell him what actually happened.

"I had this group of friends that I hung out with...and we kind of did drugs and like...drank a lot. My mom's an addict and my dad doesn't want me to end up like her. My friends are a bit older than me so dad called the police on them for "dealing to a minor", and now their spending some time behind bars. Anyway he didn't want me to keep doing drugs so he took my stash and literally set it on fire. Now i'm here." this was technically the truth. I just left out a very hefty sum of it.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have asked." he looked down at the ground and began to nervously bite his lip. It was so adorable. Like watching a puppy sulk.

"It's not a secret. It's okay that you asked me about it. I wouldn't have come here if I had a say in the matter. I mean...I guess it must be weird to have to live with a drug addict, huh?" I reached out to pat his shoulder but before I could he grabbed my hand.

"That's not how I was think at all, I promise. I don't see you as a drug addict anymore than I did when I first saw you at the airport." oh wow.

"So you have jokes do ya'? That's the first thing you're going to say after I pour my heart out to you. Haha~ you're an ass!" we both began to laugh. After a while we both calmed ourselves. [sigh] I looked over at him. He still had a smile on his face but he seemed like he was thinking of something you shouldn't smile at.

"You know you didn't have to lie to me. I already know about the addict thing. You dad told me and he also told me there was something else, but he wouldn't say what. I'm not going to pressure you to tell me...but I do want you to know that now that we're living together I want you to be comfortable coming to talk to me about it. I'll be here if you ever want to talk about...well anything, really." I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Of course I want to talk about it, but how could I ever look him in the eyes after telling him what really happened last summer? It would be a disaster.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to take you up on that offer. Just don't ask anymore questions like that until I come to you about it, will ya'?" we took a moment of silence as we looked at each other.

"I can do that. Promise!" he lifted his hand to show me his pinkie finger. Really...a pinkie promise. I haven't done that since I was like six years old.

"Promise." I raised my pinkie and interlocked it with his. He gave a little shake and then let go.

"There. Now it's final." his smile seemed to beam rays of sunlight. So cute.

"Yeah. It's a done deal!"