Lost

9

Tobias Eaton, July 13th, 2005
I wake up to the smell of breakfast and the sound of the piano filling my ears. Along with the piano comes a voice.
Justin's.
The door creaks open, and I see Tris behind it.
She's smiling, "Come on. We have to hear his new song"
She walks up and grabs my arm, yanking me out of bed, smiling.
"Come on!"
I smile, "I'm coming"
She pulls me towards the couch, and she asks, "Can we hear your new song?"
"Yeah. It's not quite done yet" he says, smiling, "I used your piano tune. Is that okay?"
She smiles even wider, "Yes! Oh my gosh, it's amazing that you think I have talent"
I think you have talent.
While she may not be paying attention to it, my hand is still in hers. And it's warm. And soft.
He begins to play.
"Aren't you somethin', to admire?
Cause your shine is something like a mirror
And I can't help but notice, You refract in this heart of mine,
If you ever, feel alone, my glare makes it hard to find, just know that I'm always parallel, on the other side
Cause with your hand in my hand with a pocket full of soul, I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand in the glass
I'll be trying to pull you through, you gotta be strong"
I can't help but smile. I wonder who his lyrics are about.
"'Cause I don't want to lose you now, I'm looking right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that you now hold
Show me how to fight for now
I tell you, baby, it was easy coming back to you once I figured it out.
You were right here all along"
The way he plays with such passion, makes me know that he wrote it about someone.
"'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger, with anyone else beside me"
I stare beside me, at Tris at our clasped hand. Why did she have to be so beautiful?
"Now it's clear as this promise, that were making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me
Starring back at me

That's all I got"
Tris releases my hand to clap for him.
For him.
Not for me.
I mean, what do I expect? I didn't even do anything.
"Thank you so much Justin. I feel honored" Tris says, the smile is plastered on her face.
Why doesn't she smile at me like that?
"Also, I made you breakfast" Justin says, motioning To the table, "Sit"
I've never had breakfast waiting for me. I always had to make it myself and normally, most of it went to Marcus.
But there sat sausages, bacon, eggs, and French toast.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Thank you so much Justin!" Tris says, "How can we every repay you?"
"I counted the song as repayment" he smiles, "Thank you again, for that. Having you around makes me want to have kids"
The corners of my mouth twitch up.
We sit at the table and practically devour the food, and Justin asks, "How'd you two get here, anyways?"
"It's a long story that we'd prefer not to share-"
"You see, I ran away so I could go see Wicked because my family went-"
I glare at her, and she stops, "What? Do you want to tell him?"
I mutter into her ear, "I don't want to tell him at all"
"Why not?" She whispers. I stand and and take her harshly by the arm, to my room, and talk with her there.
I continue, but I talk in a harsher tone, harsher than I think I am.
"Because he knows we're runaway children and he'll report us and I can't go back to my house, I just can't"
"Tobias, it's okay, he can know"
I slam my fist into the wooden nightstand, "Tris, listen to yourself. You're trusting a complete and total stranger. If her was any other person besides Justin Timberlake, you would be scared as hell"
"Let me tell you something, mister, I am not a wuss"
"That's not the point of this conversation!"
She crosses her arms.
And I cross mine.
"You know what?" I say, "Tell him. For all I care, tell him. Then I can go back to my god damned abusive father"
I can't believe I just said that.
I cannot believe I just said that.
To a girl I didn't even know a week ago!
She calms, "Tobias, I didn't know, I-"
"Tell him. Do it and get back to your precious family. But you're doing it without me"
I take the sack of things and haul it over my shoulder. I walk to the door, and she calls out, "Wait!"
"Just wait" she says. I put my hand down that was reaching for the doorknob.
"What?"
She inhales, before starting, "I wish you could tell me this stuff so this doesn't happen. I won't tell. Not anymore. I promise. I didn't know, and I won't tell him anything about us"
I don't smile, but I don't frown.
I place the sack down, and I feel a pair of warm arms around me, connecting at my heart, "I'm sorry, Tobias. I didn't mean to upset you"
I place my hands on hers.
We don't have to go back, I think to myself, We could stay together forever and never leave each other's sides.
"It's okay" I whisper.
And it is.

Beatrice Prior, July 13th, 2005
When we get back to the table, I feel like a completely new person.
I feel....nice in the inside.
"What were you saying?" He asks.
"Nothin" I say, digging into the pancakes.
I steal a glance from Tobias.
"You guys brother and sister?"
"Yes" Tobias says, before I say no. I shoot him a questioned look but he had this look on his face that says, "Relax, I got it"
"Cool" Justin says, "So if you guys want to be on your way, I'll get you both some water and a wad of cash for food"
"Really? Thanks!"
He gives us $50 and water, when we leave.
And also, before we leave, I stops to say something, "Justin, I know this is a weird promise, but can you promise not to forget us?"
He grins at us, "I could never forget a song creator"
And he ruffles my hair, like a father would.
I smile.
It's still unbelievable.
A celebrity.
Taking us in for a night.
It feels so natural to wrap my arms around him.
"Thank you" I say.
"So much"
And he smiles.
I pull away from the hug, and look at Tobias.
I brush a stand of hair behind my ear.
I take his hand, as we wave to the pop star who took us in.
And we continue our path.
We follow the road.
To our futures.