It was reccomended for a romance story.. so here it is..

Ok, so my life used to be normal... well maybe not normal, but whose life is? It all started when I was six, yes young I know. He was only eight then, he liked me then- we played and joked and laughed together. We were such good friends, and he never seemed to mind the age difference, sometimes I would even have held his hand and tell everyone that he was my brother. Then he would just laugh and say the same- that I was his sister. That was all before both our parents died at a party I know, very coincidental- you might even think I am making this up just for the heck of it, since how the hell something can like that can happen? Believe me, I ask myself the same question everyday
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It was on Christmas, we were at a place both families had saved up to rent. Unfortunately, since we were so excited about those Christmas plans, we didnt pay much attention to what was really going on besides Christmas was so soon. At the party he was sneaking out cherries and donuts, I laughed and let him, since I knew what he was going to do with them... What he was really going to do. We were outside when the fire started, our families had let us stay out when they went to bed since this was a very safe neighborhood and his older brother had promised to watch us. Eventually we bored him as we pretended to be so interested in the sleeping turtle.
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It wasnt a normal criminal who did it, it was my real dad- he couldnt take it anymore- my sister whom he only knew had grown so much and he couldnt even see any of it. He decided to just let it all go out- kill them all, spite the fact that there was going to be so much more lives harmed. I hated him for that, how he was so drunk that even he had burned to death... How we had lost so much in that fire, how we spent almost everything that year, just so we could have had a special moment every one of us had expected to look back to with a tear and a smile, "thinking the good times..."
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But now, now its all gone- we stayed with my older cousin who was about 24, she accepted us so easily how she liked us so, but slowly I knew that he was drifting away. He wwasnt going to be with me anymore, and I knew that so soon I would have to let go
But how do u know if a guy likes you? You say it would be obvious... this isnt... its so difficult... I have no clue if he likes even me as a friend anymore, or hates me. His eyes, a piercing blue- so cold yet. So welcoming to you as though hypnotizing you, tricking you as such as an easy prey into his horrible fate of a trap... You wonder if you will ever survive. You wonder if he will survive...Most of all, you wonder how anyone can stay alive... But his presence, his uniqueness makes me want to go to him, hold his hand and tell him never to let go...
thanx so much for reading! =D
*sigh* yes, im afraid thats all u get in return...