Well, I've always done that, ever since i was 8 and my cousin died. He was the only one I could open up to back then.
I trust a person in the beginning, but only a little, and then i slowly open up to them more and more, as they 'prove themselves' i trust them more and more, and then, when it gets enough to break me, they sieze the chance. I have a great example:
Lexus Owens is 13 years old atm. She'll be 14 in September. She looks alot like me, only I'm skinny. I met her when I was just barely 11 years old, 2 1/2 years ago. We were on the bus, and my best friend, Justin, wasn't there that day, he'd been picked up early by Mike, his social worker.
Justin was a sweet guy; He’d been my best friend since the day he arrived at the school, and he was a foster child, and barely knew his family. Justin, our friend Mason, and I had always been tight. Me and Mason were like Justin’s only real family, because he switched foster homes so much, we were pretty much the only ones always there for him. While Mason was the more down-to-earth one back in those days, Justin had loved to laugh, and make others laugh. He’s a lot like the kid in Indiana Jones. He acts the same, looks the same, and talks the same way. While Mason could take care of himself, I was weak. I was 8 ½ when I met Justin, and was mourning over the loss of my cousin just a month before. Justin had a sense of Chivarly to him. He was always protective of me. He held me when I got sad, and could always pull me out of any bad moods or chase away any negative emotions. Justin didn’t want anything to ever happen to me, and still doesn’t to this day. I never would have been hurt if Justin had been there on the bus that day. He knew the way people treated me, and it always took a long time for him to trust people with me, he even had trouble with the teachers that I liked to hang out with. If he were on the bus that day, I never would have met Lexus Owens, and I never would have broken as badly as I am now.
I sat and talked to Ana, a girl that I knew, but only through another friend. I wanted to get to know her a bit better. So, as I talked, the new girl whose name I didn’t know listened, and when I mentioned Final Fantasy X, she finally spoke. “My step-dad has Final Fantasy X-2” she said. I smiled. “That was the first Final Fantasy game I ever played.” I told her.
I smiled and went into my own reverie. I had fought with my mom and dad for 2 months about playing a final fantasy game. I got the kingdom hearts 2 ultimate guide book in march, my dad got it for me to shut me up for another month until I could get the game for my birthday. I’d noticed Final Fantasy kept on coming up in the character book, and wanted to play a game. After a few fights about me playing a T rated game I won, because I’d thrown it out to my mom that she let my 7 year old brother play Halo, which was rated M, and that it was unfair to let him play that, but not let me, 11 years old, play a t rated game. My dad and I went to the Hollywood Video and rented the only final fantasy game there, Final Fantasy X-2.
I started off barely talking to lexus, only on the bus. And then one morning, a year and a half after I met her, we started a tradition of walking around outside, aimlessly, talking about ourselves. She learned every secret of mine, and last year, when Justin moved, and I fell into a depression, she took the chanse to sneak the secrets I never told her out of my childhood friend, parker, and break me into gazillions of tiny pieces. I let my trust in her build up slowly, when I shouldn’t have let it at all.
Now that Justin was gone, David and Danny started picking up the pieces of me and assembling them back together, along with some help from Parker. Justin always tells me that he had a bad feeling about Lexus, he said it even before we started walking together. He hates her. Parker, the shy one, and the one who doent want to be mean, cant drop either of us. Shes too kind. Danny, I know somehow, despised Lexus, but never really lets it show. David, he kept me away from her, kept me laughing and smiling, even when I didn’t want to, and started to help me search for my heart, it’d been lost in all the pain. He found it for me, and I gave it to him, and now, he’s in Virginia, and I’m stuck in California.