best day ever.

chapter three

We walked out of the mall, arm in arm, both holding a bag. Cath had bought everything and I felt so bad and begged her to let me pay, but she handed the cashier her card before I could do anything.
Cath had bought herself an outfit for the concert too, very high wasted denim jeans and a white crop top.
We got into her car and she began to drive out of the parking lot.
"So, it's 9:45. That leaves us like 13 hours,"
"What are we supposed to do until then?"
"Well, there is this thing called revenge..." She smirked.
"Revenge? On Will?"
At first I though it would be a bad idea. What kind of revenge was she talking about? Sleeping with his brother? Never in a million years. Micheal was in his sophomore year of college.
"Yes." She smirked.
"What kind?"
"I was thinking, we could- oh! we're here." We pulled into the parking lot of Micheal's, an art supply store.
What the hell are we doing at Micheal's?
"Why are we here?" I asked.
She parked the car and quickly jumped out. I followed her to the entrance door of the store. She dragged me with her to the back of the store and to a row of spray paint.
"What color screams 'fuck you!'?"
I laughed. We were going to vandalize something of his? I wouldn't mind doing it...
"He told me he hated mustard yellow, said it was an unflattering color."
Cath grabbed the first can she saw and passed it to me. "Perfect."
She grabbed another one, a black one and a red one.
Then we ran to the front of the store, laughing together as we handed the lady the four paint cans, the cashier giving us a questioning look.
"It's a long story." Was all Cath said and I tried not to laugh.
Cath held the plastic bag full of spray cans as we ran through the parking lot and to her car.
And then we were at Will's house, quicker than I presumed. I noticed Will's car wasn't there, which meant he was gone, making this more fun. I still didn't know what we were going to do. Were we going to write in his house somewhere?
"We have to go through his window." I said to her as we walked out of the car.
"No duh." She said.
We walked to the back of his house quietly. I watched as Cath climbed up his tree and I followed, holding the cans.
I whispered behind her. "He never locks his window."
I had snuck into Will's house through his window a few times, sometimes without telling him, and it was always open.
And I was right, because there was Cath, sliding through his window. I followed her and then I was in his room.
Suddenly, a wave of sadness hit me again.
I hadn't thought about not having someone anymore. Not having someone to hold me while watching a scary movie or not having someone to cuddle with when I felt lonely. Not having someone to hold hands with while walking down the street or through the halls of school. Not having someone to kiss and not having someone to love me.
But then I was angry. This wasn't my fault. He did all of this, knowing what would happen. He didn't want me. And now, I didn't want him.
I uncapped my yellow spray can and handed the rest to Cath as I went to the wall next to his bed, which held pictures. Pictures of me and pictures of his family and his dog and pictures of nature and more pictures of me. I ripped off every photo of me, and slowly shredding them. I watched as they flew down around me, laying all across his wooden floor. The bits of paper curled up as then landed and were suddenly sprinkled everywhere.
Another thing about Will was that he was pretty neat. His bed was made, and there was not a piece of clothing across his floor. I ripped off his comforter and stood on his bed with my shoes on.
It felt good. I felt the revenge setting in as I sprayed a blob of yellow in every missing photo of me. The yellow dripped onto the other photos, but I didn't care.  And then at the blank part of his tan wall, I wrote words.
When I was done I hadn't even realized what I was writing. I wrote capitalized THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.
I watched as it dripped down across his wall, and relished they way he would look when he would find it. The mustardy color looked strange against the tan, and the words looked harsher capitalized. Good.
I turned and noticed what Cath was doing. His text books were laying across his floor, and she had thrown two of them out of the window. She ruffled all the papers across his desk and wrote with the red. KARMAS A BITCH.
Suddenly my head was spinning and I was laying across his floor.
His bed, his bed that we always laid in, where we shared make outs and cuddles. His clothes, how I picked out his outfit sometimes when we went on dates.
"Ellie!" Cath whisper screamed.
I wanted to pass out, to drift away. I whispered to Cath, "Can we leave?"
Suddenly, I was being held. But Cath wasn't strong enough to carry me. I felt strong arms around me, familiar arms.
What was happening to me? I had never fainted from emotional pain before, just physical. It was like Will was making me go mad, his cheat had done something to me. It tore a rip through me, something I would never be able to sew together. I had realized that I had lost a sliver of trust in myself. I wouldn't just not trust Will. I don't know if I'll ever be able to be in a relationship again, able to trust someone again. Would I be able to handle another cheat?
I looked up, and there he was, looking worriedly down at me. I couldn't make out most of his features. Just his eyes, his brown eyes, white overpowering any red that was once there.
And then everything was black, and I was thankful. Thankful that I wouldn't have to face this just yet. My thoughts drifted off with me, like dandelion seeds in the wind, having no direction or destination.
...
"Ellie?" Was the first thing I heard.
It was Cath's sweet voice. It filled the car and my ears, like warm honey suckle. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I'd forgotten you were still upset from it. I'm so stupid.." She rambled on.
I was lying in the backseat of Cath's car. The black leather cushion around me, and I just wanted to sink into them until I was gone.
"What happened?" I asked.
All I knew was being held in those arms. Thinking about them made me want to just pass out again.
"Will, he came home. We didn't really think it through.." She said.
"Was he mad? What is he gonna do?" So many questions consumed me.
This could put me in Juvie. People get arrested for thing like this, breaking and entering and destroying of property.
What was I thinking? What if Will presses charges on us? What time is it? When is the concert? Did his parents see, or hear?
I realized how stupid I was. How did I not think about this? I hated consequences, suddenly hated everything. Hated Will and his eyes and his arms. Hated Charlotte and her features. I didn't want to, but I abruptly hated Cath, hated her perfect looks and her carefree being and her honeysuckle voice. Hated her for making me do this. I hated the soft leather I was laying on and the dried paint on my hands. Most of all, I hated myself. Hated myself for being so stupid, so emotional. Hated myself for being a cancer and hated myself for being so prone to fainting. I was going crazy. I couldn't stay in this car, couldn't stay with Cath, couldn't stay in a fake happiness. I had to leave, had to move, had to run. And so I did.
My hand shot to the door handle, gladly realizing it was unlocked. I wasn't thinking clearly, wasn't listening. I didn't hear what Cath was saying to me, just strange noises. Didn't hear the honking or the cars. All I felt was the soft air, the brilliant air. It was bright and it was cold. But I didn't feel the shiver than ran through me, didn't feel the ground getting closer. All I felt now was the soft, dewey grass tickling behind my neck and molding around me as I sunk, letting myself and my thoughts dissolve into the thin air.
...
I realized that I hadn't fainted. I had just stared at the clouds that hovered above me. They were nothing, just white blobs. I was nothing. Just skin and bones.
I wasn't paying attention to my actual surroundings. I didn't care where I was, I let myself imagine I was laying in an endless meadow, awake in a dream.
But I was on a lawn. I realized this when I heard a voice, a raspy male voice. I didn't care to look at who it was, I didn't want to know. It could have easily been an old man or an eleven year old boy. Everything was blurry around me, my thoughts weren't clear. The person had gotten closer, the feeling of their presence was uncomfortable. But I couldn't move, I was glued to the soft grass. If I moved, I would see them, they would see me. Maybe they already saw me, maybe they were already staring at my unflattering features, my puffy eyes and my red nose. I shut my eyes, they were beginning to sting. My head throbbed of a head ache, the sounds of cars coming to me. I didn't know I was crying again until I felt my cheeks were glistening.
And then the sounds un blurred, letting me comprehend the words. The words that shot through like a lightning bolt.
"What the fuck are you doing on my lawn?"
A lightning bold. Rain. Thunder. All things that mixed together, a storm, the things that lay ahead of me. Except it wasn't those physical things.
It was the stranger, who wouldn't be a stranger for long, just strange.
It was what he was. It was what made him.

Now the story is getting interesting..
Hey guys, I hope you like the story so far!
In case you are wondering, I haven't thought of anyone who I picture Eliana, James, Will or Charlotte as. But I definitely picture Cath as Cara Delevingne when she was Margo in Paper Towns.
If you guys have any suggestions for people who could be used for characters please let me know!
If you want a description of the characters, Eliana has slightly dark brunette hair and hazel eyes, James has brightish blue eyes and brown hair (could be dark or light), Charlotte has super dark brown hair and darkish green eyes, and Will has dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
That was a list of characters you know now, don't worry, there is more coming (;
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xx Leah