Fifteen - The Bad Boy & The Mermaid get into a fight

BLUE

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was reach for my phone. My finger's hovered over Hunter's phone number. He had told me I could call him but only if I was in a major crisis. I was just missing him; I missed waking up to the warmth of his large body, tracing those tattoos on his arms, and even running my tongue over it when he was fast asleep. I missed that little apartment and the aroma of breakfast that he prepared for me. I missed Leslie.

My eyes were suddenly moist as I remembered every single detail. I hadn't realized that someone had been calling out my name.

"Blue."

The door barged open and Hannah walked in. I tried to wipe away the tears but she'd already seen it. Her expressions softened. "Oh, honey..." she sat down on the oversized bed. "You miss Hunter, don't you?"

I gave her a nod. "Why can't I go back to him?"

She ran her hand through my hair. "I'm so sorr