P h o e n i x || . .
Phoenix wrote:x. Mood; "Sick...again."
x. Crushing: "Aiden"
x. Location; "My Bedroom."
x. Taking to: "Someone, No one."
Phoenix's head shoot up. "No, I just figured this out, and he is not going to know, at. All." She snapped, before the call was dropped. She stood up wrapping her arms around her stomach, tears continuing to stream down her checks, warm and wet. She climbed into the shower, loving the feeling of its warmth. She climbed out climbing into skinny jeans, and a tight tank-top looking at the slight bump that showed. She sighed slipping a white pull over baggy hoody to hide it, taking in a deep startling breath marching down the steps, and outside, heading to where she knew Aiden would be. Her eyes cold and hard.
***
Phoenix arrived at Aiden's house in an hour and a half. Her eyes like sharp ice shards, ready to fall and pierce skin if her new secret was told. She climbed the steps onto the porch leaning against the house wall, crossing her arms, holding back warm tears that wanted to climb their way down her checks, but she refused to let them win.