paranoid : lrh

eleven

Warning: Mild triggering content.

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"You."

Violet doesn't get spoken to very often, but apparently Luke liked to talk to her and maybe...Violet liked to talk to Luke.

The fact that he had said that she was his favorite thing about moving here surprised, yet moved, her.

She didn't want nor liked to admit it, but she actually enjoyed her time with the blonde headed boy that day.

She softly reached a hand up to touch the tingling sensation on her cheek of where Luke had kissed it, and she felt herself blush.

She looked up the street to where Luke had left and she didn't see the dressed-in-all-black boy.

Sighing happily she turned on her heel and went up the path to her house, seeing her parents' car in the driveway.

Right before she was about to enter the house, the door sprung open and her mother stood there - looking exasperated and in shock.

"Oh god, Violet!" She exclaimed, taking the shaking purple headed girl in her arms. "You're freezing cold, get inside."

Violet hadn't realized how cold she actually was nor how much she was shivering, she was too focused on the warmth that Luke had given her only by holding hands and a kiss on the cheek - something she feared she'd have to get used to.

Yet, at the same time, didn't mind.

"Where've you been, huh? You've been gone all day," the woman frowned, brushing a little trickle of snow off of the smaller girls' shoulders and then hanging the jacket she wore up.

Violet sighed slightly and took her notepad and small pencil from her waistband and wrote a quick reply.

'With a friend.'

"Friend?" The woman's eyes lit up, and Violet instantly regretted telling her mother.

Violet visibly groaned and pushed past the lady, and into the kitchen to get a drink and go upstairs.

"You have a friend?" Her mother, Charlotte, asked - in her British accent.

Her mother was actually from London, England and her father too was from a place called Liverpool in England - Violet was very much born in London but moved here when she was seven years old with her elder brother at the time...but...her brother is now...

Not around anymore, you could say.

Violet shrugged in response to her mother and tried her best to ignore the shatter of her heart and tears in her eyes at the thought of her dead brother Christopher who would have been twenty - two now.

"Does this hat and jumper belong to them?" Her mother questioned, and Violet whipped around in time to see Luke's sweater and Snapback in her hand, and Violet tried recalling the last time she saw him in those clothes.

Violet nodded rapidly and went to go grab it from the woman's grasp only to have Charlotte gasp and take it out of her reach and examine the items of clothing.

"Oh!" The mother gasped, eyes twinkling as she smirked. "Men's size 'sweater ', a Large hm....oh, and a men's 'Snapback cap'. Violet Ariana Darling! Is this friend of yours...a man? "

Violet blushed at the use of her middle name and also at the fact that her mother had caught her out, but she shook her head stubbornly and bit her lip, grabbing her notepad again.