YOUR POV 

After Pink-hair and his friends got a scolding, they went off, while he accompanied me to my room.

I felt quite bad, guilty because i got him scolded.

When i saw my room, my jaw dropped.

He stepped back so i could look at everything properly.

Mocha brown wallpaper lined the walls, while lightly cream coloured drapes covered the windows.

Soft lights from cloth lampshades shone everywhere.

A queen sized bed was placed near the main wall covered in purple bedsheets.

He sat me down on the bed then went to get a basin of warm water to clean my wound.

" Stay still." He said, putting down the basin of water on my wooden bedside table.

Using a cloth, he gently wiped the dried blood off my cut.

" Ouch!" I squeaked. " It hurts..." I whined.

" How childish, first smiling like an idiot when you see your room, then whining from a cut.'' Pink hair said matter of factly.

“Childish? Exscuuze me? I'm just happy cuz this is my room, the only one besides the apartment my family used to live in.” I retorted.

" Seems like home is precious to you.” He smirked, taking a plaster out of nowhere and starting to paste it on my head.

" OW!!" I shouted,cringing in pain, then exploded.

“  You never had to lose your parents! You never had to be homeless!!” I shouted.

I clenched my fists.

I was offended. After i lost my parents, i was kicked out of my old home.

I had no place to go, no one willing to take me in.

I mean, i stayed in a tent in the forest behind school!

What was worse, i was still nursing my heart, recovering from my mother's death.

After enduring bullying in class for being an orphan, being homeless, i hardened my soul.

I swore not to fall in love, so i'd never have to face heartbreak from losing anyone.

“ You're wrong.” Pink hair said quietly.

“ Mwoh? What do you mean i'm wrong?” I asked.

“ I was orphaned at 3 years old. My parents didn't even die. They abandoned me. Your grandfather took me in when he found me on the street.” He said.

“ I'm sorry about that...” I trailed off.

Wow, we had something in common now.

“ Its okay. Well, now we know something about each other,” Pink hair said smiling and stepping towards the door.

“ Oh, and by the way i'm L.Joe.” He continued, then went out the door, closing it.

L.Joe? What a queer name.

“ L.Joe...” I tried saying. Hmm, on second thought, it was cool.

I smiled, then went to the bathroom to bathe, touching the clean plaster on my forehead.

A/N

Heh, now she knows his name. Whee~ No more calling him pink hair.

I've been away again, geez, i'm super guilty now ;)

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