Arlo

Everyone knew that Arlo and I were polar opposites. While he was out getting in fights and tormenting the world’s peace- I was often at home, curled up with a book or movie and enjoying my own space. Everyone knew he was cold, distant, and carried zero regard for others. That’s the side he let everyone see, let everyone believe. What they didn’t know is that he’s got a soft spot for the only person who treats him like he’s human, me. Arlo had shown up late last night, knocking on my door, bruised, bloodied and exhausted. It wasn’t the first time. In fact it’d become a small routine. He shows up, I tend to his wounds and he falls asleep in my bed with his arms wrapped tight around me. No one knew. We liked that. So it was important for him to stay upstairs until I came and got him, bec