Cold Metal Bars

In the security of my room, I listened to their screaming.

"Why am I the one who's always wrong!?" my mom yelled.

"That's not what I said!" Dad shouted back.

"Well say it again and set me straight... I'm always wrong, aren't I?" Mom screamed.

I heard something shatter.  Their fight raged on for another twenty minutes when a light tap on my window startled me back into the  real world.  I slid open my window for the boy outside who I recognized to be Sam.

"What?" I asked rudely.

"Are you okay?  I heard yelling, and I wanted to make sure you're alright."

"Well, I'm not.  So can I join you out here?"

Without the glare from my window, I could see Sam clearly.  I was very used to him now, with his blond hair and finely sculpted muscles.  Sam was undeniably attractive, and what was more, he didn't flaunt it.  But in the midst of all my drama, and with everything that happened with Gill, I couldn't think about anyone like that.

"So, where are you from?" I asked, just to keep the conversation going.  It was the only thing I could think of.

"Just around..."  I smirked and looked down at the street.  "What?" he asked.

"Nothing, it's fine... You don't have to tell me."

"Good, I won't tell you."

"Good."  I replied.

"GET OUT!" My mom screamed.  A dog across the street began barking.  My smile melted away, and I buried my face in my hands.

"I wish I knew what I could say, but I'm not sure. I can understand what you're going through, though," he tried, but his attempt at comforting me failed miserably.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam got up to leave, but I stopped him.  "Can you stay?" I pleaded.  He looked back at his window and nodded.

"Yeah, I can stay."  He gave me a weak smile.

"Thanks... You must think--"

"I don't think anything except that you have extremely long hair."  He interrupted me. Laughing, I sat down.

"You're too sweet for your own good.  Thanks for coming to check on me, though.  I... "  I let the sentence drop with a sigh.

He didn't say anything, only sat down next to me.

I leaned my head against the cold metal bars of the fire escape.  After a few minutes, I must have fallen asleep, because I couldn't remember anything else.

The End

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