the bucket list :: lrh au

02 :: rapunzel

Emily's Point of View

"And that person over there", Bailey walked over to the tv and pointed at the blonde lady: "is Angelina. We don't like her, alright?".

"Why? She looks kinda alright", I exclaimed.

"No, no, no, no", Lauren slowly shook her head in disagreement: "you can't be 'out of town' on the day of the murder. And you can totally not date our favorite character".

"Max is not my favorite".

Bailey stroked my hair slowly and shushed me quiet before I could insult them more. Believe me, I have done that before and they ignored me. 5 minutes, but still.

"Okay", I chuckled loudly at her reaction. While laughing and with one eye on the tv, I took a quick glance at the time and saw a blurry 2:47 a.m.

"Hey, guys?", I stood up from the couch: "No hard feelings, but do you mind leaving? I actually need some rest, alone".

"Ofcourse not, hon", Bailey tired-ly said before standing up herself: "We wanted to leave anyway, didn't we?".

"Yeah", Lauren exclaimed: "I already fell asleep at the second movie we were watching".

"That was the best movie we watched all night", I said.

"Shut up! Now, I need to tell you something", she told me: "I know that your dad has a alcohol collection, but promise us not to get drunk, alright?".

"I promise", I sighed loudly: "I promise not to get drunk".

"Atta girl", Bailey joked before they both stepped into their shoes and out of my house. Only to dissapear in Bailey's car and into the dark night.

Once they were out of sight, I cleaned up the mess and stepped my way upstairs. To be honest, I was far from tired. Nobody wanted to sleep on a Friday, it was like wasting away the night.

I was actually having another guest over.

Exactly 2 years ago on a friday night, a random stranger stumbled through my window, onto my bedroom floor. Confused and worried first, but he soon found out that he had sneaked back into the wrong house. He had explained it all to me before I tried to call the police.

Not that he stole anything or scared me.

But when he got here the second time on another friday, we argued for 2 hours about him being stupid and mistaken again. But we got into a conversation soon enough. Well, it was mostly me listening to one of his great adventures he just made.

He loved adventure. It's what he lived for.

And from that friday, he still comes to my house. To tell me another great story.

Luke Hemmings was his name.

Unknown stranger at first, but soon the most trusted friend.

I reached for my doorknob and opened the door wide, only to see somebody was already struggling through the tiny window frame.

I chuckled loudly, hard enough for him to hear. Which he did as he looked up, shocked and embarrassed.

"Emily!", he whined: "Why don't you just get a bigger window!".

"Luke!", I whined back: "Why don't you just get a smaller body".

I grabbed him by his elbows and pulled him in, while he wurmed himself out of the tiny space.

"I don't like this anymore", he shouted.

"Shut up! I almost got you", I shouted back.

After a few minutes of pulling, he finally fell on the floor, which was followed by a thud from his bagpack falling in front of my feet.

"I am telling ya. One day you won't be home to pull me in and... I will be stuck there", he said while pushing himself off of the ground: "forever".

I laughed loudly: "I see you're still clumsy and stupid, big goof".

His blue eyes made its way to my brown ones and he gave me a crooked smile. Leather jacket over his broad shoulders, red cheeks from the cold weather, out of breath from getting inside and his black lipring still in the same place as usual.

"I see you're still stuck in your house, Rapunzel".

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