All Too Well - Erik Menendez

Angel Eyes

Beverly Hills. CA. 1988.

Whispers POV:

"Careful." The boy says to me before letting go and continuing to run out of the room presumably to the front door, in what I notice, quite a panic.

Blue eyes, what a beautiful boy that was. Chiseled face, sharp dimples you could see even without him smiling, very athletically built, clearly a preppy boy who had quite a shy aura. I noticed such a look of panic on his eyes however, and I practically saw how his body was shaking, riddled with anxiety as he stormed from the room. Where was he going? What was making him so anxious? Does he live around here? I've certainly never seen him before, I would've remembered those eyes. He doesn't have a local accent, not that I heard it much, from the loud music to his softly spoken voice, it came out almost inaudible, but from the little I picked up on. Definitely not a Cali boy.

Another boy enters the room from the opposite side, equally nervous but far more composed, however from the way his head switches and turns round from side to side, it gives me reason to believe that he is looking for blue eyes. I notice how he starts going up to multiple people in different groups, and from his quick movements and strict demeanor, he seems to be inquiring about blue eyes' location. It takes perhaps 10 seconds before I find him coming up to me.

"Excuse me, have you seen a kid come through here, sweater, shorts, preppy looking, curly hair?" This boy blurts out in an awfully messy way.

He's tall as well but his skin is much darker than blue eyes, his hair much darker and in contrast has dark - almost black - eyes. On paper, they're quite opposites, however there's something in their face structure that shares a similarity.

"I saw him leave, I think. Is everything okay?" I respond, suddenly growing curious about these two boys who I've never come across before.

He immediately lets out a large sigh, swiping his hand across his face before sliding his hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck, his face falls but soon looks back up at mine, his eyes softer, also growing a hint of curiosity in them.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just a lot going on. Who are you here with?"

"My friends, I've lost them though, I kind of need to be getting to my friend's place but I came here with one of them so just waiting till I see someone I know." I admit. slightly embarrassed.

"Where do you live?"

"Around Colgate Avenue."

"That's not far, I could drive you. I'm on my way out now anyway and I'm picking food up before I head home". He insists.

My mind runs wild at his suggestion, my heads spinning from the overconsumption of alcohol that I've swallowed down within the last 2 hours, blue eyes still rages through my mind, my anxiety about my lost friends is weighing in my thoughts, but most of all. My parents. I need to get back for that call. So be it, if a stranger is the only way I can answer it, then I only have one choice. Besides, this is Beverly Hills, nothing bad happens here.

"Yes, yes please. If it's not too much".

He mutters something inaudible, but I flash him a look with furrowed eyebrows that let him know I couldn't hear him. He bends down and places his mouth towards my ear.

"I'm Lyle."

Lyle. Definitely doesn't sound like he's from around here either.

"Whisper." I respond softly. A few smiles get flashed between us before he gestures his head in a way to signal we should go. Here I walk with a guy I met mere minutes ago, allowing him to drive me to Rileys home. It's not even that I trust him, it's something about his concern and worry for blue eyes, tells me hes a caring and perhaps safe individual. Perhaps it's me being naive, but there's something trustworthy in his concern.