Angel from hell

I knew that if I kissed her right now, I could ruin everything. I had to fight the urge. I had to just keep telling myself that she's 16 and that it would never work out. She looked away and cleared her throat, ending the awkward silence. I stood up as straight as possible.
As I heard the front door creek open, I jumped. I turned around to see Juliet standing there, barely able to stand up.
"Juliet, did you fucking drive over here while drunk, are you kidding me?"

"Baby, just don't worry about it." She said walking closer to me, slung over and not with it. She reached me and grabbed my shirt and pulled me down and met my lips. Her breath smelled so bad I almost threw up right then. she pulled away. I looked at Trevor, her looking at the floor, twirling her hair. Looking back at Juliet, I knew I couldn't break up with her right now. She's drunk. She can't drive and she won't remember we broke up. I'll have to do it in the morning. Walking to Trevor, she looked up at me.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear why I can't break up with her right now. She nodded, i smiled.

"Juliet, go ahead and sleep on the couch tonight." I said. She nodded and plopped herself down on the couch and laid down, and almost instantly fell asleep, at 2 in the afternoon. Smiling, I looked at Trevor. She looked confused, yet anxious.

"Where am I going to sleep?" She questioned. I have a guest room, but the guys have put extra guitars in there and an extra drum set. I've put boxes full of childhood photos of me and my mom and dad. Sometimes I like to go look through them when I miss them.

"I actually don't have a spare room." I said, adding a chuckle at the end of the sentence. Her eyes widened. She mouthed the word "oh" , causing the air around us awkward again.

"Well, you could sleep in my bed and I'll just go get a hotel for the night." I suggested. Her eyes glistened with sympathy and guilt.

"No, I'll just walk to the police station and stay there. I'll take a shower before I go and pack a bag full of those clothes you gave me." It would be weird if she slept with me. That's actually illegal. But, I kind of wanted her to? Fuck.

"No no. We will sleep in my room. You on the bed and me on the floor." I nodded, turned around, and walked to the kitchen. Making the conversation end. I opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of orange juice.
Trevor's P.O.V:
I watched him pour his juice into a nice intricate glass. He's acted really strange today. Always looking googley eyed at me. Always having a twinkle in his eyes. No... Omg fuck no.
"Andy, why have you been acting so weird today." He looked at me confused as he sipped his juice.

"What do you mean?" He asked, setting his empty glass, now, in the sink.

"You almost constantly looking at me, with that twinkle in your eyes. Those awkward pauses when you're really close to me."
He bit his lip awkwardly. He walked past the island and into the living room, grabbed his bag, filled with God knows what, and walked up the stairs.
Well fuck you too then.
I stayed sitting there for a moment. Did he really just do that? I stood up and walked to the stairs, took my shoes off, and walked up the stairs.
I reached the top. Right there was Andy's room, his door left a crack open.
I slowly pushed it open to see him on the bed, pulling something out of his bag. He looked at me and patted on the bed for me to sit down.
I sat down on the bed and looked at what was in his hand.

"This was my journal back in 9th grade." He started. "It's filled with my thoughts on high school, my feelings. I wrote in here a lot about Macey. I acted like I was so deeply in love with her. Sure I loved her-"

"Can I read it?" I interrupted. He looked down at the worn-out, tan-brownish colored journal and sighed.

"Sure." He said handing me the journal.

I flipped through the pages. I stopped on a random one and started reading.
-journal entry// April 27,2005 //-
~Today I asked Macey out. Finally! She said yes and were about to go to a movie. I hope she lasts. I've heard that only 1/24 teenage relationships last. I've wanted to ask her out all year, and I finally got enough courage to." I started to tear up. This relationship didn't last because of a usual reason, teenage drama and emotions, no...
I closed the book, trying to blink away the tears that wanted to fall. I handed the journal back to Andy, he smiled.

The day went on. We talked a bit more about his journal, and how he and Macey felt about each other. We ate some food, and Juliet slept on that couch the whole day. When it was time for bed, I felt anxious. Sleeping in the same room with Andy made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, yet comfortable.
We were in his room, I had just showered and gotten dressed in the pair of sweats and an old T-shirt that he lent me. My hair was still dripping wet, but felt pretty good.
I watched Andy lay down on the floor and pull a blanket over him.
He shut his eyes. I went to the bed and laid down and wrapped myself in the covers. I must've been sleeping in Andy's side, because the smell was of cigarettes, and the most scent pleasing cologne.
The smell did make me feel pretty safe. As the night went on, I couldn't sleep. I could hear Andy tossing and turning and silently groaning. I looked at the clock on the nightstand next to me to see it was 2:11am. I sighed.
I crawled out of the bed and walked by the door to turn the light on. I looked at Andy, his eyes squinting.

"Andy, sleep in your bed. Please. I'll sleep on the floor." I crossed my arms.

"Are you sure?" He asked, wanting a clarification.

I nodded. He got up and walked to the bed. He watched me lay on the floor and cover myself up, like I watched him. He turned the light off and laid in his bed.
As I laid there, I heard a soft faint voice.
"Trevor, I appreciate you, so fucking much." I heard Andy whisper. I quietly giggled.
"I appreciate you too. Andy, could you please wake me up at 7:00. I have to be at school by 8:30."

"Sure." He whispered, his voice sounding rough.

I laid there for a few moments, just thinking. This past week HAS been the best week of my life. Even if it was depressing and stressful, it was still the best thing that's happened to me.

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