Really? We agree on something? I start walking towards my house. I know what I (don't) have to do.

(Yes, we agree on one thing.)

What?

(No matter what I will like Craig. Even if I know he doesn't like me back.)

No matter what I will like Craig.

I guess. I will always like Craig. Whether I want to or not. That's why, instead of continuing to hope he'll eventually like me. Even a little. I mean, he didn't have to say he loved me. He didn't have to cry when I was almost dead.

He could've just shrugged it off. Like everyone else did. He should've just not done anything.

I go to open my front door, but then I remember that my parents locked the door and don't expect me to be home.

I walked around and climbed up the side of the house and started to open my window. I got through the window and fell roughly onto the floor.

I sat up and my nose started to bleed and sting. (Nice going, dumbass.)

I wipe my nose and stumble up from the ground and into the bathroom.

I get in there and go through the cabinet. I search for my anxiety pills. I finally find the prescription bottle and get the bottle down from the top shelf. I don't normally take them, but every now-and-then I take them.

I start to try to open it, but then I hear the doorbell.

I try to ignore it, but the person keeps ringing the bell. What the hell? I check the time and see that by now both my parents would be home soon, which is bad I guess... but who's at the door?

What if it's some serial killer? What if it's a kidnapper? What if it's a- the door bell is pressed again and held for like an entire 3 minutes.

I sigh and sit the bottle down on the counter and head down the stairs.

I get to the door and pull it open. I stare tiredly and irritated at whom ever happened to be (the jackass) ringing the bell.

I looked up and saw Craig staring at me. I blinked and gave him a confused look, "W-What are you d-doing here?" I ask.

He pushes me inside the house and closes the door behind me. Then, he turns around and tackles me to the ground.

"UF!" Craig has his arms wrapped around me, bringing my face into his chest.

"I'm sorry."