Trying to Find a Way

Chapter twenty-six

"Thank you for the dinner, Jordan." I say as I help her with the dishes.

Troy has baseball practice, so I stayed with Jordan to help with dishes.

"Anytime honey. You don't deserve that hell hole of a house." She says.

My eyes start to swell up with tears. She seems to notice and hugs me tight.

"You're not going back to that house ever again. You are staying here, with people who care about you." She said as she runs her fingers through my hair.

This is what I need. I need a mother who will stay with me and comfort me.

"You are like a mother to me." I croak out as my throat has a lump in it.

"And you are like my daughter." She said.

We separate and continue washing and drying the dishes.

Jordan starts to talk about how when Troy was little, he used to call his blanket, Paul.

"He-he called it P-Paul?" I question as I try to regain my breath.

Jordan also starts to laugh.

"Yes. He is quit the character. You should ask him about it." She says with a wink.

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We finally finished the dishes.

Jordan and I walk into her living room and put on the news.

The news person says freezing rain for tonight.

Maybe we will not have school!

The front door opens and Troy walks in.

He looks pretty happy.

"Why are you so happy?" I question has I hug him.

"Let's just say I had a pretty good practice." He said with a smirk.

We go up to his room without any distractions.

"So why was practice so good?" I ask Troy as I sit on his bed.

He smiles and changes his shirt.

Holy

abs.

"You know if you take a picture it'll last long, love." Troy says with a grin.

A blush creeps up on my cheeks.

"You know who you remind me of?" I question him.

He gives me a confused look.

"Warner, from Shatter Me." I say and lay back on the bed.

He comes and lays beside me.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"Well for starters I imagine him to be incredibly handsome. And he always calls Juliette, love." I tell him.

"Is it good that I remind you of Warner?" He whispers in my ear.

"Perfect." I say breathless.

"Good." He replies.

He reaches out to me and wraps me into his arms.

We stay silent for what seems like hours.

I must confront him about 'Paul the blanket.'

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him.

I feel his head nod on my head.

"What ever happened to 'Paul the blanket'?" I ask trying not to laugh.

I hear him groan in annoyance.

"Mom finally told you, didn't she?" He asked.

Not trusting my voice, I only nod.

"Do you want to know the story?" Troy asked.

Once again I nod.

"Well I got 'Paul' when I was born," He says, "He was my best friend. I would bing him everywhere and I would be proud of it. Once I turned seven and still had him, I started to make friends. They would make fun of me. Knowing a seven year old boy, they want to be 'cool'. I threw him away." He said.

I was crying.

To be honest I don't know why I was crying but it was sad how he got picked on for something he got at birth.

I get up and pull him up with me.

Hugging him tight, I try to fix the broken memories that he has deep down in his mind.

"Kids are so cruel." I said shaking my head.

"I know." Is all Troy says.

We end up laying down and falling asleep in each others arms.

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"Carolina." Troy says.

"What?" I mumble.

"You have to get up for school. It's actually pretty warm out." He said.

I get up and look outside. Opening his window, the sun beats down on my arms.

It was snowing yesterday, now it's about seventy degrees.

"I could wear shorts today!" I say excitedly.

Troy chuckles at me.

"How am I getting my clothes?" I asked Troy.

He rubs his neck.

"I went into your room and brought all of your clothes into my room." He said nervously.

Woah.

I can't believe we are going through with this.

I run up to him and hug him.

"Thank you so so much." I say to him.

"You're welcome. If you don't go get ready, we are going to miss school." He commented.

Nodding, I grab a black pair of shorts and a blue shirt.

It's perfect. The blue and black and the black mascara and eye liner, go good with the outfit. My hair is curled.

I head out of the bathroom and walk down the stairs.

Troy is already eating and talking to his mom.

"Good morning Carolina." Jordan says with a smile.

"Morning." I reply.

I plop down beside from and eat the cereal Jordan put out.

After we finish eating, we head out of house.

When Troy said we were going to be late, he lied.

We have over a hour before we have to go to school.

"Why are we out so early?" I ask.

He laced are hands together, making my arm numb.

"Let's walk to school. It's really nice out." He said.

I nod.

The sky is bright blue with no clouds in sight.

Oh how I missed the sun and the warmth.

"You look so beautiful." He said and then pecks my lips.

"I love you so much." I say.

"I love you more." He said as we walk.

His comments makes my heart go on a roller coaster that does a whole lot of flips.