apprehension / hemmings

(5) come as you are

I searched frantically for the small slip of paper Luke had given to me just 3 days ago. His number was scratched on to the paper in a rush of seconds.

My closet was torn apart. Bras, panties, you name it - scattered across my room and flung in various nooks and crannies.

Frustration with myself boiled my blood up inside. Once I realized I'd truly lost the phone number, I fell back onto my bed with a sigh.

"M'sorry, Luke." I muttered inexplicably beneath my breath.

"Violet?" Heavy steps above the burgundy, thick wooden floors that lead to my bedroom gerew louder by the step. Before I could sit up, my father had entered the bedroom.

As if on cue, his eyes roamed my bedroom out of what I could only make out to be curiosity, and his bulging eyes met my own fear full ones.

"What's this mess for?"

"I was looking for a boy's number. His name is Luke."

"What's his name, Vi,"

"Luke Hemmings."

My father's eyebrows raised. He shook his head.

"That boy is dangerous. He's a killer! If you find that number, tear it to shreds."

"Dad, he didn't kill Eva."

My father left the room. His thick shoes collaborated with the hard floor and made some loud noises until he left the house. I heard his engine roar, and he left the neighborhood.

I made my way downstairs ten minutes or so after. Grandma was in the kitchen, cooking foreign food, as usual.

"Rose? Stop playing with your food!" Grandma shouted from the kitchen. My feet led me into the kitchen as curiosity arose inside of my head.

I greeted grandma in the kitchen. My nose scrunched up and a small smile grew on my lips as her own pressed a hot pink kiss to my cheek.

I sat at the table.

"Answer for a question?"

"Shoot." I replied.

"What'd you do to piss him off, babe?" Her eyebrow raised, and she continued to stir some eggs in a pan.

Grandma was an interesting person. She had tattoos that didn't blob, or fade, and she had hair as black as the night sky. She always knew when I was hurting, or how to handle a situation. She also only ate and made foreign food. She was an amazing cook.

"I met a boy," replying honestly, I lifted my younger sister, Rose, onto my lap. "Princess."

Grandma turned around. Her arms folded over her chest, and she grinned in my direction. "A boy?"

"Oh, yes, Grandma. A beautiful boy, with a lip piercing and a thing for the rain." I pressed a gentle kiss to Rose's cheek. She giggled. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she began to blush.

Gran returned to her cooking.

"What are you cooking?" I did my part.

"Oh, you'll love it, babe. It's Spanish, and it's called caspios alejandres belis."

"Gran, it looks like it's just... Ramen and eggs?"

"Oh, but I have so many spices inside. Rosaline will love it." Rose covered her eyes once she heard her name.

"Well, yeah, save me some. Sounds delicious, Gran. I'm gonna head out, yeah?"

"Call me in an hour," she replied.

I left the house.

Since mum's death, Gran has been the biggest help. My father has been sketchy since Eva's death, which is something none of us understand, but we figured they were sleeping together or something.

I remember admiring the trials through our TV screen. It was something that had affected all of England. Luke was tried for her murder, but it was extremely obvious that he didn't kill her.

Either way, he would never have been looked at the same way. He was the dark, punk-ish boyfriend of and English angel that no one but the boyfriend knew couldn't keep her legs closed, even if it could have saved her life, she wouldn't have done it.

Dad was never fond of me. I wasn't the one he wanted. He wanted my brother. Always wanted my brother, and that's how it'd just be.

I made my way towards the coffee shop. The café was where I intended to go, where thy make the most delicious strawberry smoothies you'd ever taste in your life.

Once I reached the petite corner café and entered, I spotted a tall boy, with blonde, quiffed hair.

"Luke?"

He spun around. A smile appeared on his lips as his eyes caught mine, and the lady behind the countertop gave us a smile.

"Oh my. I was actually looking for your number less than fifteen minutes ago. I was going to call you, but I couldn't find the paper." With a frown, I made an attempt to explain to Luke.

"No, yeah, it's fine, babe. How about we do that coffee thing now, yeah?" He replied with a reassuring smile.

"Do you want to do it here, or?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Let's go out. I heard it was going to rain."

Luke's lip ring glistened in the fluorescent lights that strung up above us. His eyes, a pale blue colour, lit up as his gaze met mine. I shot him a smile, which he gladly returned.

I nodded. He made my cheeks blush, and my lips curve into soft smiles. I couldn't help but like that feeling. And, it wasn't like a feeling. It was just a feeling of happiness.

I then ordered my usual smoothie and left the shop with Luke.

early update!
this chapter was kind of shit, a filler, but i would love for those of you reading to follow tomlinsinned.
she's an amazing soon-to-be author, and I think that she should get some recognition.
this isn't the only time you'll see a chapter written in vi's pov.
it was kind of like a look inside of her life?
anyways.
comment-i love feedback.
kisses.
xoxo
- n o v a