I set my iPod back down on the desk and I made my bed. I forgot I had my diary in my pillow so I took it out and put it down under my bed. I bent down and was trying to stick it far enough so no one but me could reach it.
I felt my shorts go up like they always do so my butt was kinda hanging out, not too much just a little. I didn't really care cause I thought I was quite enough to were no one could hear me, but I was wrong. I heard my door creek and I jumped. turning around there stood I assume adam, at my door.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you I just didn't know who was here." he raised a hand in defense.

"It's fine," I whispered tucking hair behind my ear.

"I'm Adam Smith I'm staying here with Mary till my mom comes back from her trip."

"Oh right, hi I'm Violet Greyson, Mary took me in."

"Why if I might ask?" his curiousness fills me with regret.

"Uh...my mom is a drunk, and my dad is abusive."
he stood silent.

"Oh uhh...sorry to hear that." he became overly awkward.

"It's fine its just I don't usually like to talk about my problems."

"Well then lets not, what are you trying to hide under your bed?"

"Oh, uh, a book."

"Your diary?" a smirk played upon his face.

"Yeah." my cheeks started to turn pink.

"That's cool, at least you had something to turn to when you were at your house." I nodded my head. I couldn't tell if I trusted him or if I need my guard up.

"So if it's not to personal can I see your scars?" I tilted my head confused. instead of asking why like I should have I just pulled my sleeve up. He came and sat down on my bed next to me, I saw his eyes count how many I had.

"39 scars?" I nodded my head. I started crying when I remembered all the reasons why I had cut myself, for each and every cut.

"Oh don't cry it's going to be just fine."

Adam hugged me until I stopped crying. I looked at him with confused eyes why did he want to see my cuts? How does he know it will get better? Why does he care about me?

"Hey, why don't me and you go in the kitchen and make something. Then we can go into my room and watch a movie together?"

"Sure that sounds fun," I said while wiping my runny mascara off my face. We went down the staircase that led downstairs.

 We went into the kitchen and got strawberries, blueberries, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream putting it all in one bowl. Then grabbed two spoons so we could share. I felt like he was my best friend or boyfriend, but mostly my best friend.

We went into his room and he turned on his TV. He had sponge bob the movie on, he looked at me and I shook my head, chuckling. He gave me the remote and I turned to Stay Alive, my favorite movie of all time beside the original horror films. He faced me giving me a look like 'you really want to see this'?

"You like horror movies?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well girls don't usually like scary movies. They go for funny, romantic, and girly movies, you know?"

"Well I'm different, I don't like that I like this, this is what I grew up on, this is what I know."

"OK."

The movie just started and he turned the volume up loud to see if I got scared. When the character in the scary part of the movie was starring at the gate and the music came on he jumped and his hand grabbed mine. I looked at his hand holding mine and he pulled away.

"Sorry, it's just.."

"Its OK." I saw him shaking every time he thought something scary was going to happen. His hand was at his side shaking. I put my hand in his so he felt less frightened. The movie was done and Mary just called saying she was on her way home.

It was 11:00 at night.

"I am going to go to bed." 

I got up from the bed not realizing Adam still had my hand. I got up and he pulled me back down kissing me on the lips, Then he let go. I was frazzled so I put my hand slightly over my mouth and walked out. I got in my bed and laid there. He kissed me and we just met does this mean we are together? Or was it an accident? I was drifting off to sleep when someone quietly snuck into my room.