when the sky falls by kerry (books under 200 pages .TXT) 📕

When 16 year old Leo moves in with 17 year old Josh after his father marries Josh's mother, Sierra. Josh is sure that he wants nothing to do with his new step-brother, Just hearing Leo breathing gives Josh a reason to be pissed. But will this be the beginning of something? Will Josh stop trying to act like his father and be a better man, or will he follow in his fathers footsteps exactly and ruin everything that Leo and Josh could have together. Or, will Josh give up and pretend that Leo doesn't exist to him...

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"Just admit it."

i shook my head. "no! i think you should leave, now."

Leo stood up and pursed his lips. "if you aren't true to who you really are, and you aren't honest to yourself....your never going anywhere in life, and you'll never make real friends... because no one will know the real you, so stop hiding, and be you."

"Josh!" i hear my step-brother scream from the hallway.

i roll over. "Leave me alone, Leo." i mutter

"Get up!" he screams, frustration evident in his voice. "Josh!"

i barely open my eyes, and then snap them shut. "go away!"

"humph!" my body jolts upwards as a heavy body lands on me. I open my eyes and stare until my sight gets adjusted. "Why are you straddling me?" i whimper in pure disgust. i gather all my morning strength and push him off of me.

"looks like someone's got some morning wood." he says' mocking me.

i roll my eyes. "whatever."

he lands on the floor with a thud. i pull myself out of bed and head into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. i walk into the shower and jump in turning the water on freezing cold. i instantly begin to shiver. "fucking morning wood." i curse myself.

i stand in the freezing cold shower until it's finally safe to get out. i reach out for my towel and feel nothing. "shit..." i mutter to myself. i call for Leo. "Leo...are you out there still?" when all i hear is silence i hesitantly twist the door knob and peek my head out as my body slides halfway out the door.

"Ahem..looking good."

without knowing who it was i quickly covered my body with my hands. "what the hell are you doing in here?!?" i freak out as Leo sits on my bed staring up at my naked body.

"oh you know, just popping up." he says with a smirk.

i roll my eyes in annoyance. "Why did you have to become my step-brother?"

he smirks. "so i can annoy the living shit out of you."

i run my free hand through my hair and pull at it roughly. "Leo, if you keep this up i'm going to end up pulling all my hair out of my head."

"errr...ok."

i was staring at my wall hoping that he had planned on leaving me alone in my room to get changed. "are you ever going to leave?" i asked rudely.

he nodded his head. " i had planned on it." Leo stood up and was making his way out of my room when my phone began to vibrate on my nightstand.

i took one look at him and seen in his eyes that he was going to lunge. without thinking i ran and jumped on him grabbing my phone from his hand and answering it. "paige, baby what is it?"

"hi josh, are you still coming over today?" she asked in her little flirty voice.

i smirked. "of course i am babe."

i glanced at Leo who was staring at me with some unknown emotion in his eyes. "ok i have to go now, i'll be over in a couple of hours."

i heard her giddy voice as she whispered goodbye. "Why are you still here, Leo?"

he stood in my doorway without any movenment. "ahehm."

he finally snapped out of it and smirked "i'm just chilling." he turned towards the door and slammed it with a loud bang.

i rolled my eyes and ran over to my dresser, grabbing my Bless The Fall T-shirt, black skinny jeans, studded belt with rainbow studs and some high top converse. i jogged out of my room and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Josh." i heard my mom whisper.

i spun around. "yes?"

"where are you going?"

"Paige's" i replied simply.

"ok."

As you can tell, my mother and i dont have a good relationship. my father left us when i was 5. happy 5th birthday Josh, this is the last day you'll ever see your father, he's leaving us and going to be with some other child's mommy. that was the talk i got after i blew out my candles. i bawled. my uncle seen me and rushed over towards me. i thought he of all people would be supportive, that he was the best in my family, next to my father but im a bad judge of character. he told me to be a man and get over it. i was 5....about a year later he left his wife and his two kids alone. just totally abondened them... i dont understand how you can do that...its just devastating. the only person who has honeslty been there my entire life, is my mom. and dont get my wrong, i love her to death....sometimes, but we just never bonded. i worked on being a hard ass like my uncle told me to do, so i wasnt an embarresment to the family, and my mother was in a deep depression, my life just sorta fell apart.

it was just my mother and i until a couple months ago when she got married to Keith, and his son Leo moved in.

i walked towards the door and yanked it open, anger shooting through me as i remembered everybody leaves. they just walk out of my life and im left her to concentrate and stress the past. blaming myself that they all leave, think what could i have done differantly, to this very day i try and remember when i was younger, think, did i cry to much? was i too misbehaved? was i a mistake? all i'll never have those answers because, he's just gone.

i took a deep breath and kept walking. i arrived at the woods about half an hour later. and went to the tree that i always sit under.

this is the last memory i have of my father. when i was little we would come here and just sit, he would talk about his day, and work...and fishing and i would just listen.

"josh?" i glanced around looking for Leo.

"Yes, Leo?" i asked as i sniffled back the thoughts. "you're a man Josh, men don't cry and no girl wants a crybaby." i kept mumbling to myself.

"are you ok?" Leo cautiously began to walk towards me.

"what the fuck does it look like, Leo? do i look ok??"

he shook his head.

i clenched my fist. "wrong answer, i am perfectly fucking fantastic!"

he shook his head. "do you want to talk about it then?"

i violently punched the tree and shook my head again. "NO!" i dont Leo i was taught to be tough. i am not going to talk about it, life sucks i will get over it!"

Leo stepped closer to me and wraped his arms around me holding me tightly in his embrace. "Let me the fuck go!" i screamed in anger as he held me tighter. i punched the tree again and started screaming. and still, he never let me go.

I was soothed by the humming of my step brother, Leo. The way he held my body tight when all I did was fight back. He placed his hands on my back and rubbed them in a relaxing motion. Shh me the whole time. Whispering and promising that everything would be fine, that my father was the one who lost someone who he would have loved and that I shouldn’t care that he’s gone…But he’s my father.

It doesn’t matter what wrong he’s done, or why he left. He was the one that was supposed to teach me how to ride a bike and cheer me on at my football games, and smile and say I’m proud when I get into a fight, for a girl.

“Josh.”

I glanced over and noticed Leo was staring at might, his eyes were piercing through my soul. I cleared my throat as I felt the tears creeping up to my eyes. “What is it?” I tried to keep my sentences short to avoid a mental breakdown.

“Don’t be afraid to cry.” He knelt down towards me as I crumbled to the ground holding my arms.

“I will not cry.” I screamed. I bite my tongue to fight back the tears.

Last thing I needed was for my step brother to see my cry and then go to school and spread it around that Josh Smith isn’t as tough as he acts. Like he’s just a cry baby.

I’ve spent years making me self the jack ass I am today, I’ve been rotten. I’ve done stuff I regret, I’ve…. I’ve made innocent people cry so I could build a rock hard shell to my guilt, to the emotion. I have none. I am simply emotionless most times.

“I’ve never felt conferrable crying in front of someone.” I stuttered. “Well, I’ve never pictured myself crying again, how do I know that’s not why my father left? Maybe I wasn’t the boy he wanted. Maybe I just cried too much…and he couldn’t handle it, so he just left my mother and I.”

“You, as my step brother should know…I don’t penalty anyone for crying. Boy or girl. If they cry and need