film // styles (on hold!)

chapter two

OH MY GOD. hello people. i'm back!!!! after like 4 years!!!

honestly, i forgot all about wattpad for a while. i lost myself in the midst of highschool and mental health problems, and was laying in bed and was like. holy shit. wattpad bro. and now im here. hopefully people still read wattpad fanfics! Because I really want to pick this back up.

an update of my life is that i am 18 now and i graduate in 1 month and already have my college decision!! (i wanna say where but idk, i don't wanna be tracked down). 

i am excited for my future and more so excited that i remembered about this wonderful story idea. thanks for all the love, here's more after 4 years! xxxx

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IT WAS A PLEASANT SATURDAY EVENING. Mum had the windows opened so that the fresh North Carolina summer air was flowing into the house with an aroma of freshly cut grass clippings and the ocean. Crickets were heard, and so were cicada's. I had honestly never heard of a cicada until the mover's mentioned it. 

"The worst thing about living in the South is them cicada's. Them fuckers are louder than a banshee."

At that moment, I didn't realize how loud they were until mom cracked open our windows. Oddly enough, I wasn't too bothered, just surprised by their noise.

We lived somewhat close to the boardwalk, which was rather interesting to me because, back in New York City, there were no boardwalks, just cemented walkways and crowds of busy people pushing past one another in a hurry, like rats scurrying for a crumb. 

I lay on my back in bed, waiting for sleep to hit my like a ton of bricks. We lived in this house for three days now, and everything's now coming together and we're finally settling. Maybe, just maybe, this will be a good thing. For the both of us.

'Keep this secret, it's our secret, okay? Meet me at the rocks at the beach tomorrow at noon.' The words played over and over again in my mind. I was anxious for it, frankly. 

"Harry, don't forget to take out the trash before you go to sleep!" My mom interrupted my thoughts. 

"Alright, ma." I called back.

I rolled out of my sheetless bed (I don't know how to put a fitted sheet on, and I am too embarrassed about this, so I have avoided asking my mother) and stand up too quickly, little specks blurring my vision and making me dizzy.

After regaining my composure, I head downstairs to implement my mother's instruction. 

"Hey," My mom started, "You like this house, yeah?" She looked so tired and concerned, gripping onto her coffee mug so harshly, her knuckles were white. She attempted to smile, but it only made her look more concerned somehow. 

My mother has been wanting to make up for the fact that my parents split, but it wasn't entirely her fault. She wants me to be happy despite our family situation. Gemma went to live with my father, although my mom begged her and fought with her to move away with us. When my sister didn't choose my mom, she looked utterly defeated. I probably will never forget that look on her face.

"Yeah, mom. Of course. It isn't New York, but it'll do." I placed my hand on her arm and rubbed my thumb back and forth for a second. "Don't worry."

My mom breathed a sigh of relief and dumped the rest of her coffee in the sink.

The humidity hit me as soon as I opened the door, and it seemed as though a million mosquitoes darted to me, as if I were their last source of a meal. I swatted at them whilst clinging onto the bag of garbage in my hand. I lifted the dumpster lid, and had a sudden feeling like I was being watched. Looking up, I saw a figure quickly close their curtains across the street. 

I stared at the window for about twenty more seconds, being eaten alive by these damn mosquitoes, but didn't see the figure emerge again. Shrugging, I headed back inside.

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I woke up drenched in sweat and the sun gleaming painfully in my eyes. I groan and roll over, checking the time. It was ten o' clock, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that I were to meet mysterious-note-person in two hours. 

My phone buzzed, and I swiped to see who texted me.

Hey, I was wondering when you were going to finish filming with us. Or if you were still. Where have you been????? Haven't heard from you in a few weeks and we're all worried. Message me back.

Sighing, I deleted the message. Not today.

Mom made french toast but it was waiting in the fridge for me. She left earlier this morning to go grocery shopping and other various items she needed, as she said in a note that sat on top of my food. 

I scarfed down the cold, syrupless french toast and got ready for the day, in well-fitted red sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt. I had yet to completely unpack, much to my mother's dismay. 

Since I had over an hour to spare, I decided to walk around the neighborhood and get a feel of the area.

All around me were small, old-fashioned brick houses, and occasional town houses. We lived on Huntington Avenue, a hushed and friendly street. People were nice enough to say hello and smile at you, but reserved enough to stay indoors in the air-conditioning, away from the muggy air and the scorching sun. Most people had huge porches and trees with tire swings tied to a branch in their front yards; others had gardens or gnomes; kid's play sets and basketball hoops. Two little girls sat by the curb parallel to me, eating popsicles. The music from a nearby ice-cream truck was heard.

The boardwalk was only three blocks away; an easy fifteen minute walk. I could easily see the Atlantic ocean from my front porch, too. I watched as buggy's and topless Camaro's drove past me, the laughter of teenagers and classic rock music hung in the air, and then disappeared. 

When I finally reached the boardwalk, I noticed something damn near immediately.

There were rocks all along the perimeter of the beach.

Where was I supposed to meet this mysterious-note-person? Which rocks? 

My heart thudded in my chest and I regretted even listening to the note, so I turned around to head home, only to crash right into someone. "Shit, sorry," I exclaim, holding my hands out in defense.

A girl, with obnoxiously curly ginger hair that met her hips, smiled, exposing a slight gap in between her crooked teeth. She had a dark freckle above her top lip that stretched when she smiled. "Ahoy, there. Did you bring your eyepatch?"

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OKAY HELLO AGAIN <3333 it feels great to be writing again!! :-)) this was a bit of a filler, couldn't have him meet the chica right away! Hope u enjoy, i pinky promise I'll update later in the week.

in the meantime, hug a tree, take a walk, take a nap! 

-maddy!!