Snippet #2047572

-Jeremy Miller-

Ali shut the door, right as Jeremy opened it for her. "Are you okay?" No. I'm not. Talking about my mom brings me down. But, I can't tell you that, or I'll have to kill myself or something. Ali looked up at him, worry in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. Jeremy froze feeling her warmness entering his body. He felt cold and heart-broken, and all he wanted was to drink until he couldn't see straight. Ali looked up at him, a half-smile hanging on her face. "About bringing stupid stuff up that reminds you of her..." They're not stupid. They're memories I keep close to me when I need her. She slowly let go of him, taking a step back. Jeremy had a smirk on his face, dull eyes that hid so much pain. "Of course, I am. I'm 20 years old, I'm a big boy now." he said, in a playfully tone to lighten up the mood.

She gave him her phone and asked him, "Hey, what is your number?" She had a smile on her face, and was still looking up at Jeremy with those blue eyes of hers. Jeremy let out a small smile and handed her the phone back. "I hate technology, love."