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Mya's POV

I listened to lofi remixes when suddenly I was interrupted by knocking. Wait what? How can I be hearing the sound of knocking from my room? Is something wrong with my ears? I walked over to my desk next to my window to take my phone when I saw a huge thing right outside window.

Now there's something wrong with my eyes. I looked at the thing again. It was Aid.. or Aiden, I still don't know which to call him. I was shocked. My eyes widened and I was speechless. A guy. Is outside my window. A guy. Is literally outside my window. Is this even real?

He waved at me to grab my attention. Oh right! He was still outside. I must seem really mean to leave someone outside my window. I quickly opened the window and he climbed into my room without thinking twice.

"Nice socks, boo." He smiled at me. His eyes had a deep brown, the ones you could stare in and enter a whole new world where everything was perfect. He was so perfect. His lips were soft and pink. His hair looked fun to play with, to put your fingers through and ruffle. His scent. It was pleasent, it was addictive like it were a drug.

"Done admiring me?" He smirked. I let out a laugh, then I froze. It was an actual laugh. I never thought I would hear a real laugh escape my mouth again after...nevermind. I didn't want Aid to see me tearing up. I'd save it for crying to sleep later.

"I wasn't admiring you," I lied.

"Yeah...I don't think I'll buy that." He walked over to my phone which was still playing lofi remixes.

"You've got some taste, I listen to this all the time." He then looked at the pictures pinned on the cork board hanging on my wall. He held a picture of me and Mum.

I missed Mum. I miss her so badly. I want to embrace her in a huge hug and talk to her about everything. I wanted to feel her fingers tugging at my hair to tie them before school. I missed cooking with her and everything else about her. Her smell, her gentle and warm touch, the dark blonde hair I inherited from her, her ocean eyes. I missed everything about her.

I was so lost in my own thoughts of her that I didn't realise the tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt Aid turn and look at me. I looked back at him and wiped the wetness on my face.

Wait, I've been crying? Oh my God, he can't see me like this! He'll ask why I'm crying! Goddamnit Mya!

I mentally slap myself for this. Nobody other than family knew that Mum and Noah had passed away.

"Mya? Why are you crying?" he approached me with open arms. He embraced me in a huge hug and I felt like he was a huge sheild, protecting me from everything else. He felt warm and his scent was irresistable. He was like a good-looking big friendly giant. He was so tall that my head could only rest on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He breathed, his chest going up and down and up and down. My head followed the movements.

I guess it was fine to let him and Yasmin know about this. I trust them. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I told two people.