Oh yes, I'm back, sorry to disappoint :P

I temporarily took a hiatus from writing to deal with a lot of issues I had, I shut down (or tried to shut down) most of my blogs, and stopped writing completely. But now I'm doing a lot better and writing more! I should probably repost my old stuff, but I'll do it slowly and late at night so I don't bogart the home page...

Anyway,

I still miss Adonis. I hope you all aren't getting bored to death of him, because guess who this short is about...

P.S.~ Please inform me of spelling issues, My laptop...oh this laptop...I'm just going to start calling it Satan, I swear it's cursing at me in portuguese.

"So how many more weeks until you go back to Pittsburgh?" I ask Adonis.

"Not enough!" He says, leaning back in his chair and stretching. "God, I hate it there. There's nothing to do."

"It's a college town. There must be all sorts of fun to be had!" I reply from the couch.

We've been at his house all day, and he still hasn't run out of things to talk about.

"Kid, I have to admit, I'm scared about college. I'm scared out of my mind." He's looking at me now, being serious.

"You should be," I say, looking back at him from my upside down position on the sofa, "You are a notorious procrastinator with no work ethic, not to mention a complete jerk. It will be impossible for you to complete assignments or make friends."

"He looks at me for a second, stunned. "How did you know exactly what I was thinking?" He says, a smile spreading onto his face.

"I'm going to a new school too." I say with a grin. 

He comes over and sits down next to me, beginning to play with my hair. This instantly takes the grin off my face.

"Stop it." I say,"You know I hate it when people touch my hair."

"Sorry. I've just never been able to get the texture right."

"What do you mean?"

He takes my hand and leads me down the hall, to his room. I've been to his house several times, staying for hours usually, and I have never been in his room. No one has. He doesn't like having anyone in there, it's his place. Growing up with 3 brothers can make someone protective of their own space I guess.

His friend Kemp and I used to imagine what it was like in there. Was it a jungle? A dungeon? A maze? A portal to another dimension? We finally decided that it was a criminal hideout, where Adonis hid all of his evil plans and precious loot.

He opens the door, and I have to admit I am disappointed. I expected some kind of spectacular secret chamber, full of stolen paintings, blueprints of banks, and maybe a special map of Fort Knox hanging up on the wall. Instead, I see a normal teenage boy's room. Some rumpled clothes on the floor, a few books on the nightstand, and a huge poster of Jessica Alba above the bed. Typical.

But then, he pulls a sketchbook out of the drawer of his nightstand, and motions for me to sit next to him on the bed as he opens it.

I bite my lip. The sketchbook is full of drawings of me; a few realistic, some just sketches.

"See," He says, passively flipping through it,"The curl isn't right. It's too loose."

I nod, but I'm not quite listening. "I have drawings of you, too." I say in a hushed voice."I drew you...for months..."

"Same here." He replied, smiling.

I inhale deeply. He doesn't know the pain I associate with those drawings. He doesn't know the longing that went into them, the tears and blood that fell onto them and ruined them while in my mind I screamed why don't you love me, why don't you want me, why don't you care, why,why,why....

"Shelby?" He says, gently placing a hand on my shoulder,"Are you okay?"

I lean into his arms. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna be alright."

"You sure?"

I look up at him.

"As a matter of fact, I am sure. You want me to prove it?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Touch my hair."

He hesitates before taking a single lock in his hand. I see his trepidation melt away as he realizes there will be no outburst from me.

"Wow, no unfounded rage? You really are alright!" He teases.

I smile and lay my head on his shoulder.

"You and me kid, we're gonna be fine." he says, holding me close.

And I believe him right now.