The only exception // Levi Jones

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- Abigail -

" come in" I yell as I hear 3 knocks on my bedroom door.

I hear the door open and shut slowly as the unknown person steps into my room, I open my eyes and sit up from my previous lying down position.

Stood at the foot of my bed, is the boy from downstairs. He runs a hand through his bouncy brown hair before speaking up for the first time.

" My mom wanted me to come up and socialise with you." He says, explains to me why he was currently standing in my room.

"Oh, well sit down" I say, quickly picking up my phone to prevent him from sitting on it.

"Uh thanks" he says, before gently sitting down on my plain, Purple bed duvet, turning so his body was facing mine.

I turn my music down  slightly so I can hear him speaking, although I'd rather be on my own.

" You don't speak much do you" he says rather rudely, I'm slightly taken aback by his comment.

"Your mom said you didn't either." I fire back at him, making it clear that I'm not in the mood for his shitty attempts at humour.

"Woah sorry" he said sarcastically, raising his hands in defence.

"No I'm sorry" I say, apologising for being slightly unfair, it's not his fault I'm having a bad day.

"It's okay" he replies with a kinder tone of voice, realising that I'm not in the best of moods.

We sit in silence for a minute or two, listening to Shawn Mendes playing in the background.

"Hi, I'm Abigail" I say, finally deciding to start again, I might as well try and be nice for one night.

"Levi" he smiles, offering his hand for me to shake, which I accept.

" So, tell me about yourself" he says to me, trying to make basic conversation.

" What do you want to know?" I ask cautiously, hoping he won't say anything about family.

" How about ... What music are you into?" He asks, making me smile.

" Well I love bands like  All Time Low and Twenty One Pilots, so I guess pop, and alternative?" I say, making it sound more like a question. However I can feel my smile get bigger and my eyes light up as I speak about my biggest passion in my life.

" Really? I love all time low!" He says sounding slightly surprised at my taste in music, I'm relieved that he's heard of them. We may have had a problem if he hadn't.

" Okay, what's your favorite show?" ?He asks, changing to the next question.

" American horror story." I answer without hesitation. It has always and will always be my all time favorite tv show. Calum used to make fun of me, he called me a freak, of course I retaliated. Normally calling him the first thing that came into my head, which usually made me sound stupid.

" Isn't that like,an R18?" I ask him with a smirk.

"Nobody, just a guess." He shrugs.

" You're right though, I'm 17" I say, chuckling slightly at his embarrassment.

" I'm 18 and a half!" He says proudly.

" Wow, that half really makes a difference." I say, sounding extremely sarcastic.

" It does!" He argues, making me laugh.

 We sit in silence for a minute, as I try to think of something to say, but he beats me to it.

" What's your favorite season?"

" Huh?" I reply, ripping myself away from the daydream I was having.

" American horror story. What's your favorite season?" He repeats.

"Oh right, umm, season one." I say as I try to picture  Evan Peters dressed as tate, looking adorable in his oversized jumpers.

"That's probably the only reason you've seen" he laughs, referring to those annoying people who watch season one and think they know it all.

" I have not! I've seen all the seasons up to 4!" I argue back, laughing at our stupid little argument.

" Anyways, what's your favorite colour?" He changes the subject once again.

"purple"

"Ah, that explains things" he says to me.

"Huh?"

"Nothing , nothing." He says, so I let it go.

"Any siblings?" He asks. Uh oh, what do I say? Oh yeah I had a brother but he committed suicide last week and I was at his funeral this morning!' As if.

"Um no" I reply, not giving him any time to question it before asking "you?"

"Yeah, I have a twin brother, he's called Logan. God he's so annoying." He laughs. If only he knew how much I would give if I could have my annoying brother back.

" I think you should go" I say to him " It's getting late." I point to my phone screen which read 21:47.

"Right, I'll see you around?"

" See you around" I smile lightly as I watch him go out of my door closing it shut behind him.

 I get up from my bed and walk over to my closet to get some sweatpants and Calum's warn out, old all time low t - shirt to sleep in. It still smells like him, making me smile but feel sad at the same time.

 I can't help but notice the faint white lines marking my pale skin on my left wrist as I pull the shirt over my head.

They bring back bad memories of times when I couldn't control the emotional pain.

I sigh before flopping down onto my bed and pulling the covers up over me, quickly turning  the light out and letting sleep engulf me.

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