Lost Kids (a.i.)

thirty two

"It's Wendy." I rely simply, tugging on one of my waves. The soft curls flowed through my fingers.

"Oh, hey." I can feel his radiant smile shinning through the telephone.

"How's tour been?" I ask, I haven't talked to him in two, nearly three, weeks. That was a surprising long time, considering I talked to him every waking hour he was at the house.

"Great, the lads and I have never preformed in front of crowds this large! We will be going on in like thirty minutes for another show and I'm very excited. The setlist you picked out is perfect, the crowds and fans love it." The blonde begins to ramble on, he did this when he was excited. His happiness made me smile, but soon a frown formed on my lips, as I was not there to support them. Something I somewhat regret, but I felt as if I had to stay at the house.

"How about you, my dear?" He says in almost a whisper. Our relationship 'status' was uncertain, we were friends of course, but are we more? The 'are we more' cliché stuck in my head constantly. We made out, but I heard that was a thing that could happen and not lead to a romantic relationship. We had never been on a date of the sorts, and he had never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. Although he was the one who wanted us together, but I refused. I was dead, and dead and alive are two completely different things.

"Wendy?" His voice is louder now.

"Sorry, I lost my train of thought. I've been fine, done absolutely nothing- by chance is Luke in the room?" A sigh slips my lips, I am clearly jealous that they got to live excitingly.

"Uh- yeah why?" Ashton seemed confused with my request.

"I do love talking to you Ash, but I just need to talk to Luke for a moment. Then we can chat."

The boys sighs sadly on the other end of the phone, shuffling is heard. "This is Luke."

"Luke, this is Wen."

"Ah, Wen."

"Yep."

"So, you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, the journal you gave me."

"What about it?" He interrupts.

"The author is dead."

"Damn, that sucks, we can't ask him questions, unless he's in the In Between." Luke was already two steps ahead in the conversation.

"Yeah, I think he passed over already, but there was this young French girl that was in the photograph that gave me the identity of the author. She died in 1962, but I believe she's in the same state of being as me." I begin to explain my point, flipping through the journal. My fingers lightly trace the photograph, my tips cutting on the edge. A date and location under the photo catches my eye. "Yeah she's definitely dead in this photo it's dated six years after her supposed death."

"Sick, maybe I can look out for her if she's still stuck."

"Yeah, by chance are you going to Philadelphia any time soon?"

"Yeah, in two weeks! Is that what the photo says?"

"It sure is, now how can I send you this photo while your traveling?" I question him.

"Well, there's these coffee shops called Starbucks and.."

"I've been dead three years not centuries. I know what a Starbucks is you big idiot." I cut him off quickly.

"Sorry, so they sometimes have computers that you can use for a little. Make an email and send it to mine in a thumbnail." The young blond explains to me.

"Cool, so give the phone back to Ash." I demand, my work finished.

"Discovered any new powers, lost girl?" Ashton screams into the phone as its handed back to him. My time was running out with the call.

"I wish, I'll work on it! When I see you again I'll show you all my cool tricks." Giggles escaping both of us. "I have to go, but this won't be the last time I'll be calling you. I promise."

{sorry this is such a crappy update. I swear I'm just trying to get to the good twist, I just don't know how to get there.}