Way's Never Expected.

Chapter Fifteen: Perfect to Worse day.

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This chapter is sooo long and emotional ;( I'm crying! I wanted to add some of Elliots Point of View in this chapter :) Enjoy!

Longest chapter, second last chapter! :/

I actually think I can finish this book by August 31st. Who thinks I can? I think I can :D I listened to two main songs while writing this chapter, The Fray Never Say Never and Shawn Mendes Stitches. They I think make it seem so real!

(P.S Picture of Hailee crying to the side)

Hope you enjoy this chapter, see you soon! Hugs and kisses,

--Abbie xoxo

            Waking up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs, I couldn't help but smile. Knowing my Mum and Dad are still asleep for last night, and Luke wouldn't be out of bed till twelve o'clock, I instantly knew it would be Elliot cooking. 

Smiling, I then lie in bed for a few minutes, until I take a deep breath and I push the covers off my legs. I then run a hand through my hair, before I then open my bedroom door and I walk down the stairs. Stepping on the last step, I spot Elliot. He has his jeans and t-shirt on, his brown hair pushed away from his face.

I couldn't help but smile as the radio blares to my hearing, I then continue to watch Elliot make breakfast. After about five minutes, breakfast is served. Elliot turns his head, about to yell out for me, he notices me looking at him, before his mouth twitches, "Your up, bright and early" He said to me.

I laugh at him before nodding my head, "Yeah, guess I am. Couldn't help but smell bacon and eggs" I reply to him, before glancing down at the food. 

He looks up at me again, "I hope you enjoy breakfast" He smiles at me, "I want to take you somewhere after this anyway, somewhere that means a lot to me" He said.

I nod my head, "Sure, that's fine by me. Have nothing planned for today" I reply to him, before we both take a seat at the breakfast table, and we start to eat our breakfast.

After breakfast is over, Elliot clears the dishes before I then walk back upstairs to get changed. Getting changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, slipping on my white converse, I then run a brush through my hair. Applying some eye liner, mascara and lip balm, I grab my phone and my wallet before I then walk back down stairs.

I sigh before I walk back into the Kitchen to find Elliot, leaning on the counter, using his lower arm strength to hold himself up. His head turns and we make direct eye contact, I smile at him shyly before he smiles back, "You ready?" He asks' me.

I nod my head, "Yeah, let's get going" I said to him, as we emerge from the kitchen and opening the front door, the bright light shines through, almost blinding me. "Are you sure, you want to do this?" I ask him, feeling uneasy about the fact that we're going to see his dead-parents graves.

He nods' his head, before taking a shaky breath, "Yeah, I am. Well I should be" He replied, before unlocking his car, slipping into the passenger seat, he starts the engine and we are whizzing down the street. I look out the window, to see the sun already up, and the sunlight spreading through out the neighbor hood.

The sun shinning at my arm, the warmness radiating my body, I then see Elliot stealing glances at me. I couldn't help but smile, he doesn't notice me as he continues to look at me. He seems to be deep in thought, before his knuckles soon tighten their grip on the steering wheel, nearly turning white.

This most be a touchy subject for him, to talk about his dead parents. Didn't he say they died about four or three years ago?

Shaking my head, I touch out for his hand. When I find it, it's located just near the gear stick. I then rest my fingers through the gap, and soon enough our fingers are laced together. I couldn't care less. After time passes we then come to a stop, I then glance out the window. We are outside a grave yard, we are here.