Delilah.

"This is where you're living?" I said as I walked into the condo.

"Yeah. My grandpa gifted me this on my eighteenth birthday." Troy replied as he hung his jacket on the stand.

We stayed in the cemetery for almost an hour. And after that Troy told me he wanted to show me the place he was staying for now since his mom kicked him out. He hasn't really talked about the whole thing with me. I know he doesn't like to talk about something that is bothering him. Atleast I've learned that about him.

I sat on the couch as I looked around the place. The place looked a little dirty but it was in a livable condition.

"Here you go." Troy put the huge container of choclate ice cream on the coffee table as he handed me a spoon and kept the other spoon in his hand.

"You realise the temperature is in minus." I said and he gave me one of his charming smiles.

"That's exactly what makes it even more tasty." He said as he sat down beside me on the couch. "And anyways it's not that cold inside." He said as he open the container and put a spoon full of cold chocolate flavoured ice cream in his mouth. He held the container for me as he nudged me. "Come on, this thing helped me a lot during my emotional break down." He joked and I smiled at him as I also put a spoon full of ice cream in my mouth. He picked up the remote from the table and turned on the TV.

"Anything in particular you wanna watch?" He asked.

"I'll watch anything as long as there's comedy in the genre." I said and he smiled again.

"Fine,we'll watch Rick and Morty then." He said and I looked at him.

"It's that cartoons with the mad scientist grandpa and the kid with the yellow shirt?" I asked.

"Well, nicely summarized but it's an animated series." He added as he covered his legs with the blanket on the couch. He offered and I did the same.

"You mean cartoons" I said and he let out a chuckle as he played the first season.

It took almost four hours for season one to end. I loved Rick and Morty. And while watching it I realized why Troy insisted on the word "Animated series" than cartoons. Because cartoons are for kids but this... This is definitely not for kids.

"Wanna watch another season?" Troy asked and I smiled.

"You have to ask..." I said and he smiled as he played the next season. My parents were out of town and Jon was having a little party at home with all her other middle schooler friends. So I had no where else to be which was cool because I get to watch more episodes.

"Have your mood lightened up a bit?" Troy asked as I giggled at another one of Morty's stupidity.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it now?" He asked and I looked at him. I took the remote from his hand and pressed pause.

"No." I replied and he seemed a little surprised at my bluntness. He was about to say something maybe an okay when I cut him off. "First you have to talk to me." I said as I turned my whole body towards him.

"About what?" He asked as he sat up from his part lying and part sitting position.

"About this.." I waved my hand around. "Troy I know you hate talking about the things that bother you but you have to say something." I said and he shrugged.

"Talk about what? The fact that I don't have to put my earphones in when I go to bed so I won't listen to my mom having sex with her boyfriend." I heard a little anger in his voice. May be a little frustration.  Then he sighed. "Sorry. That came out." He said as he picked up the remote. "Let's just watch the show." He said but I snatched the remote from his grip and turned off the TV.

"No." I replied. "I want you to talk to me." I said in the most polite way possible. But he just looked around the room. I took his hand into mine. "Hey. I'm here so talk to me."

He sighed. "Lilah, I don't want to." He replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

He looked down at my hand holding his. "I just.. it's you." He looked at me. "You know you're the only person in my life who's not with me because you feel pity or sympathy for me. Everyone else around me is there because they feel sorry. Poor boy, lost his father, has a drug addict mother who fucks around with people." He paused as he held my hand a little firmly. "When I'm with you I feel like I'm me not that poor boy whom everybody pities. And if I tell you things that I'm going through I'm scared you'll feel the same way about me."

"Troy..." I said as he looked at me. "I would never pity you. You're someone I care about a lot. More than you can imagine. And if you talk to me about everything you can still be you around me I won't sympathize with you I'll still make fun of you and mess up your hair when they look good." I said and he let out a little chuckle. "You're really dear to me, Troy. So remember that if you'll talk to me it'll only make me happy that you also hold me dear enough to tell me things." I said and he let out a sigh as he shook his head slightly.

"I love you." He let go of my hand. "And God knows how much I want to kiss you right now."

I didn't say anything and just sat there looking at him and the fact how nervous he looked.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. It's just I've been keeping it in for far too long." He stood up. "I'll just go sleep upstairs on the bed. You can take the couch." He said as he walked away from the couch but then stopped and turned around. "No. Wait. I'll take the couch. You can take the bed upstairs." He said and I let out a laugh.

"Troy, just sit down." I said as I tried to stop my laughter but I couldn't he was too nervous and too cute.

"But-"

"It's okay." I said.

He hesitated a little at first but then sat back down on the couch with me. There was silence for a few moments.

"Look, Lilah. Please don't hate me." He started and I just listenes to what he had to say. "I know you only see me as friend and it's-"

"You're sure about that." I cut him off and he stopped as he scanned my face to see if I was playing with him or not. Then he sighed as he put his covered his face with his hands.

"I don't know." He said as he looked up at me. "All I know is that I have..." he trailed off a bit as he looked forward. "I have these feelings for you and I can't keep them in. I don't want you to answer my feelings if you don't want to. I understand that but please don't hate me or leave me. I need you." He let out a frustrated sigh this time. "Ah man! I must look so pathetic right now."

I started laughing as he looked at me. "I don't know about pathetic but you do look idiotic." I laughed and he laughed along with me. "It's like you're talking to yourself. And you have all these assumptions already floating in your brain. Just calm down a bit."

"Okay." He leaned back in couch. "So we're cool?" He asked.

"Of course we are cool." I smiled.

"Then we can go back to watch Rick and Morty?" He asked and I smiled again.

"Yeah, we can." I picked up the remote and resumed the episode. As we settled back into our positions I leaned my body towards Troy and rested my head on his shoulder.

"You know you're pretty clever." I said and he chuckled a bit.

"Why?"

"You changed the topic very fast and very smoothly." I said as I reached out and held his hand softly. "I'm not going to force you to talk if you don't want to. But know I'll always be here for you."

He turned his face towards me and asked, "You will?"

I looked up at him and smiled, "Yes." I replied.