Love Struck

Who the Fuck is this?

Lucy's POV

"So Allie,... Have you.... Been okay lately?"

We had gotten up of our lazy asses and gone to the mall. Kingston Collection to be exact.

Shakes in our hands, walking down the people filled hallways of this building.

I glanced over at Allie getting bored of the silence between us. She looked, sad. I wonder why. Was it her Mom? Her dad? Who knows, honestly I could guess for days and never get the answer. That gurl was like a puzzle with a missing piece. 

"OMFG PUMP&JUMP!" Her child like scream snaps me out of my trance.

"Allie they won't let us bounce were too old," I said laughing a bit.

"Psh I know someone, and I also know that they are closed right now, lemme give him a call."

She pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts to find one that I couldn't quite read the name, before she placed the receiver to her ear.

" Hey, its Allie. Are you working right now?"

Mumbles

"You are? Great! Wanna let me and Lucy in. Is there anyone else in there?"

Mumbles

"Thanks. Were at the mall entrance, thanks, Liam" she hung up the phone sounding....perky.

Ewww

"Who's Liam?" I asked quite cumfuzzled.

"Oh just a friend. Hes gonna let us in. So we can be kids. He's on his shift, alone so there is a slight chance we will get in trouble. Come let's go!"

She raced my over to the entrance of Pump'n'Jump. God I had so many memories here. As we, Allie beat me but what seemed like a million miles, but in reality it was about 3 inches.

Her 'friend' Liam appeared at the glass sliding door and slid us through without anyone noticing.

"Thanks Liam!" She says, excitly.

Liam was a tallish guy. Probably about 5'11, with light brown hair and greeny-blue eyes. He stood at least 5 inches over me.

I guess he was cute. I mean if you likes guys, who sound like their from one direction.

Justin's POV

Grrr

Why has she made me leave? Did she not want me there? Was she emaresed to be seen with me?

Did she want to talk bad about me after I left!

*gasp*

No of course she didn't. Then why?

"Justin! Dinner!" My Fathers deep voice carries from the bottom of the status up to my bedroom.

"Coming dad!"

I practically fall down the stairs, and then crawl to the table.

I HATE YOU LEG!

  We sit and eat quietly, Marisa taking glances at me, at least every 2 minutes or so. So I scrape my plate and head back up stairs without a word. 

I pull out my phone to text Marisa when there is a knock at my door.