We part ways and keep smoking, I hear the front door close and sigh. "Maybe just maybe this job will lead to more opportunities. " I say to no one knowing for the first time ever I'm alone and on my own. No roommates, no friends, just the memories that keep me up at night.
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{Chapter 2 : You are back}
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It's been only a few days since I moved in, and it's finally time to go into the world. I can't keep ordering out, it's getting too expensive. Plus it's finally time to face my fears, and if I keep hiding out I'll never work through shit. I pull on a black 'JAWS' hoodie, some {F/C} slip on vans. I grab my car keys/apartment keys and walk out the door. Locking it behind me. The walk to my car is uneventful. I pull out of my designated parking spot and make my way to the liquor store. I remember where it is, because I had to drive Tim there often. I'm going to need something to celebrate the move as well as my new job. It's not glamorous, however I love the job. It's like my dream job, I have been hired to take photos and a tattoo and piercing convention in the center of town.
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The drive takes about 10 minutes, I blare my music. I make my way into the liquor store, it feels so weird being in here I have only been on the outside sitting in my car. In fact I have had the same car since I was 16. What can I say Hondas never die. I walk over to the whisky-isle pick up my favorite whisky, honey Jack Daniels . When I'm in line to check out I see an all too familiar face. I would know those eyes anywhere, with that honey brown hair. It's Brian, I see him look me up and down and go about his business. I get to the front and the cashier asked to see my ID, its happened a lot since I turned 21, none of the liquor store employees believe that I'm 21. I hand it to them and they look me up and down "{Y/N} {L/N}?" They ask I hush them, big mistake now they really aren't going to believe me "Yes, that's me please keep it down." They give me a skeptical look. I know in the photo I look very feminine, but they didn't need to be so loud about it. "When's your birthday?" They hold my ID like they are going to take it "10/15/1999. I know I need to go get my new ID for Alabama but I promise you that's me." They give me back my ID and I pay and am on my way. I practically run out of the store and to my car. Before I know it I'm starting her up and driving away. "Okay, Okay {Y/N} he didn't hear them he didn't hear your name. Just calm down and breathe. He doesn't know you are back in town. He can't know you look nothing like you used to, and it has been 3 years since they last saw me." I blare {F/Band} on the way to the grocery store to calm down
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{Brian's Pov}
'She's back, no fucking way she's back. That person just happens to have the same name and birth date.' I pay for my beer and wine. Then leave just in time to see that car I would know anywhere speed out of the parking lot. "She is fucking back," I dial Tim's number. He picks up on the last ring. I can't wait to tell him the news our {Y/N} is back and she is not too happy to have seen me. With all those tattoos and piercing, she looks so different; from the long , {H/C}, {E/C}, {S/C} person we were friends with and would have done anything for. Now she has more of a {Favorite hair cut} with {F/C} dyed hair. "I can't believe she came back after the end of film school." Tim's voice is loud on the other end of the line. "Maybe just maybe we can get her back into our lives" I can't hide my excitement. "She would have never left if it weren't for you. You know that right?" Tim has never let me forget that I scared her away. Then again he didn't help much, with him never being there for her when she really just needed us. Then she just moved away without a trace, or a proper goodbye. It was like she never existed, except for the notes she so rudely left. "Tim, what do you think she is back in town for?" "Maybe she moved back to take a job. I mean it's not like she ever had dreams of being an actor or anything. she just wanted to film and take pictures." without another word the phone call ends and I'm left in front of the liquor store hoping for and chance to see her again.
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{Your Pov}
I get done at the store and had to load up my car. I spent like 100 dollars to get stocked up on everything I will want/need for the next 2 weeks or so. Plus don't really want to leave my apartment until I have my job, that's 2 days from now. I drop my soda, I pick it up gently. I load everything into my car/trunk. I have been holding back my freak out. When I get into my car I start to shake like a leaf in the wind "Fuck......Fuck!" I slam my hands into my lap, and grab my thighs tightly trying to calm myself. When it doesn't work I wrap my arms around myself well tears roll down my cheeks. "H-he doesn't know you are back, he can't know you are back." I choke back a sob. When I am calmed down enough to not be a danger to myself and others. I drive home, it takes about 15 minutes. When I get back to my apartment, I load up as much of my groceries in my arms, I walk Ito my apartment and unlock the door. it takes three trips to get all of the food into my apartment. On the last trip I look at my open door and almost drop my groceries, and choke back a scream. On my open door there is a note it reads in red pen 'YOU ARE BACK!!!! - The Hooded Man' It look like it was written in blood with how sloppy it was written. I throw myself and my food inside, and slam the door shut. "No No No No." I hold back a sob. I can't do this again.
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{Authors note}
Sorry, this chapter isn't the best but I thought this would be a good way to end the chapter. Let me know what y'all think about this chapter. Thanks bye
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