The Escape Artist

Chapter Two

Hey, I know it's been a while but I'm really really busy right now. So here's chapter two. I hope you like my cliffhanger ending. =3

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Chapter Two

Elissa's POV

Chapter Two: Ice Cream and songs

I awake in the morning to mum shaking me. I turn around and yawn. My mum is already wearing makeup and is dressed. All I can think is what time is it? Mum has her blonde hair tied back in a French braid. A smile stretches her lightly pinked lips. I take a big breath and rub my eyes. I’m being slow because I’m still mostly asleep.

“Morning, sunshine.” Mum says sweetly.

“Morning.” I mutter, yawning again.

“Where were you last night? We lost you after the performance.”

“Out with Blaine.”

Mum laughed and left me alone. I get up and rummage through my suitcase until I find a pair of jean capris and a white tank top. The tank top is tightly fit and not extremely revealing. I brush my hair back into a ponytail. I put on a little bit of white eye shadow and clear lip gloss. I check my phone to see a few new texts and that it’s nearly noon.

From Cam, I have a text reading: “Hey, bb, you up?”

I reply with: “Now I am.”

I go back to my messages as I grab a piece of toast. Blaine has messaged me. I feel a smile on my face as I read his message.

“Hey, beautiful, text me when you wake up. –Blaine.”

I smile and finish my toast. I text back with: “Well, I’m awake and sad that I’m not dreaming about you anymore.”

I wash my hands and feel my phone vibrate. I check it and see that Blaine has texted me back. I read his text.

“Hey meet me at the beach soon okay, sugar?”

“Okay.”

I head out, telling my mum I was meeting someone. She gave me a knowing look and tells me to be back for dinner. The moment I walk out of my campsite, there’s Blaine. He’s just standing there, looking amused. I laugh and hold out my hands as if to say “well, here you are”.

“Hey there.” Blaine says, walking towards me and grabbing me in a soft hug.

“Hi,” I murmur into his chest.

“Do you like mini golf?”

“Uhh, why?”

We start walking away from our camp site and he’s clutching my hand. “There’s this place just out of camp that has really good mini golf. And ice cream.”

“I love mini golf, then.”

“Great. Come with me then.”

Blaine leads me down to his campsite where he motions for me to get into a silver sedan. I climb in and we drive out of camp. After about a five minute ride, we park in a small parking lot. We head into the small, old looking house and head up to the counter. Blaine pays for us and we go outside into the back. The back is filled with courses and on the back porch are shaded tables, clubs and balls. We each grab one; picking different colour balls and clubs each. He picks green while I pick blue.

Blaine takes me to the first hole, where he easily gets a hole in two. I give up after I’m ten putts over par. Great, he’s beating me. The next hole isn’t much better, but this time, I only get a bogey. He still got a hole in two. It was mostly like this until we got to the sixteenth out of eighteen holes. I finally got on par. Blaine actually got a hole in one.

Once we were done, we both tried the for-fun hole. It was like, if you get a hole in one on it, you get a free ice cream. Neither of us got it. So we headed in and got ice cream. I got strawberry and he got vanilla. We sat there eating outside, and chatting.

“How did you get so amazing at mini-golf?” I ask after a mouthful of ice cream.

“I’ve been performing here since I was sixteen. When I first did perform, my mum was so impressed that she took me out for mini golf. At first, I was like you, but when I started coming here every year, it became tradition to mini-golf. And now, it’s like this.” Blaine replies, rubbing his shoulder.

“You’ve been performing since you were sixteen? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I’ve been getting out of straitjackets since I was thirteen. I’ve been performing since I was fifteen. I love performing.”

“Damn,”

“Yeah. Hey, what do you love to do?”

“Me? I kinda like to sing.”

“Only kinda? What are you passionate about though?”

“Singing, then.”

“Sing for me.”

“Here? Now?”

“No, in a hundred years. When we get back to camp, I guess.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I only really sang in front of people I trusted and was close to and there were a lot of people here. Finally, we got up and headed back to camp. We stopped at his campsite and he handed me a guitar. At first I was dumbstruck but then I realized. I sat down on the picnic table that came with each campsite, making sure the guitar was tuned. I started to strum until I remembered the notes to ‘Things I’ll Never Say’ by Avril Lavigne.

Blaine watched me intently. I sang the last chorus and extra line. He smiled as I put down the guitar, feeling my face go red. I twirl with a piece of hair hanging at the back of my head. It’s a bit of a nervous habit.

“That was awesome, Elissa.” Blaine says after a minute.

“Thank you,” I stammered.

“You’re really good.”

“Thank you. Are you any good at singing?”

“No, not at all.”

“Let me hear something.”

Blaine started to sing ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey. I laughed. I sang along with him, having a good time. We finished the song and were both basically peeing ourselves in hysterics. Before I knew it, Blaine was handing me a coke and sitting next to me. We were talking and it was nice.

“Who was the bastard that rejected you?” Blaine asks, sipping his Coke.

“His name is Jackson. I forgot he had a girlfriend and was a jerk.” I reply, nonchalantly.

“He’s a bastard. If I was him, I would’ve dumped my girlfriend for you.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

I find myself giving Blaine a hug a few minutes later. We were just sitting there, hugging and acting like nothing was wrong with that. There was a popping noise and Blaine pulled away from me suddenly. I give him a weird look. He seems to be nursing his right shoulder. He looks like he’s in a lot of pain.

“Blaine?”

“Oh, it’s okay, I just dislocated my shoulder. Again.”

I laugh and check the time. I lean down and press a kiss to Blaine’s cheek, walking off back to my campsite, just in time for dinner. I get back and mum asks me what we did. I reply very vaguely, so that my parents wouldn’t get all freaked out and want to meet Blaine. They’d sort of already met him.

I texted Cam later. She was all mad that I’d forgotten my phone.

“Cam, he took me out to mini golf.”

“What a dork!”

“He is not a dork!”

“He took you to mini golf, hun. He’s a dork.

“I hate you Camilla.”

“I love you, Elisabeth.”

We texted each other over and over until I fell asleep and I was pretty sure she had too. I awoke to the sound of my mum waking me, almost frantically.