Different, An R5 Little Sister Story

Chapter 8, Part 2

I woke up on a park bench. As I remembered the events that happened last night, I wonder if my family was looking for me or still is.

I skateboarded (is that even a word?) around the park trying to figure out what my next move is. I wondered if my family is still trying to find me, if they even started in the first place. I decided that it was best to stay away for a little while. Maybe I can get away with getting a job. I could live in a small apartment. But what about my education? What about my violin? What about-

I suddenly felt an impact and found myself on the ground. I got up and dusted myself off trying to find my skateboard in the process. "Ahem," I heard. I whirled around to find my skateboard in the hands of a stranger. I noticed he looked about Riker's age.

"I am so, so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and I had some things on my mind lately," I babbled, "And I was just zoned out and-" "Hey, hey it's okay," he said. I calmed down and took a breath. "I'm sorry. I was just distracted," I said finally. The brown-eyed stranger held out his hand. "I'm Lucas," he said. "I'm Rei," I replied, shaking his hand. "So, what brings you to the park?" Lucas asked. "Nothing much," I replied, "I'm just trying to clear my mind. I got some issues." "Oh, really? Like what? If you don't mind me asking," he said. "No, it's fine. Well, um, I got some family issues. I guess I'm feeling a little neglected," I replied as we started walking around. "Oh, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I kinda know how you feel," he said, taking my hand, "How about we go over to Starbucks and take your mind off this stuff." I thought about it for a moment. I wondered if I could really trust him, before I finally said, "Why not?"

We made our way to Starbucks and sat down after we got our drinks. "So what's your life story?" Lucas asked. "I was born in Colorado before I moved here. I have five other siblings. And..." I stopped. What was I supposed to say? Oh and I ran away because I have issues doesn't seem like a good conversation starter. "And..." he persisted. "Um," I started, "I guess my favorite color is silver. How about you? What's your life story?" "Okay. Let's see," Lucas said, "Well, following your format, I was born and raised in L.A.. I don't have any siblings. And my favorite color would have to be-" "Rei? Rei!" I heard someone calling my name. I looked up to see Ryland walk through the door.

"Where have you been? We were worried sick!" he ranted. Then Ryland noticed Lucas. "And who the heck is this?" he said in a disapproving tone. I stood up and said, "It's fine and this is-" "Rei where the hell have you been?!" Riker said angrily, followed by the rest of the band. "Come on we're leaving now. Mom and Dad have been so worried. Do you know how long we've been looking for you?" Ross added. "Guys... please. Give me a minute," I asked. A simple minute with Lucas, even if it's the last, would be perfect considering the circumstances. Riker thought for a moment. "One minute. Nothing more. We'll wait outside," he replied. I nodded.

As they all walked out, I faced Lucas. "So these are the siblings we talked about?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm sorry. They could be really protective," I replied, looking down guiltily. Lucas lifted my chin and I stared into his deep, brown eyes. "Red," he said. "What?" I asked, confused. "My favorite color is red," he replied. I smiled and walked away waving.

When I got outside, everyone was staring at me. "What?" I asked. "Who was that?" Rocky said, disfavor in his voice. "I met him today actually. I accidently crashed into him with my skateboard," I replied, "Oh wait! I left my skateboard back there." I ran back inside the coffee shop and saw my skateboard sitting on the chair where we sat. Lucas was nowhere to be found. He must have left through the other door, I thought. As I picked up my skateboard, I noticed a sticky note attached to it. It read:

Meet me again.

679-543-1091 (not a real phone number)

-Lucas

I smiled to myself and slipped the note in the pocket of my jeans.

Heyo!! Sorry I haven't published in forever. I know you guys probably hate me. I also said I'd publish last weekend but I didn't. Honestly I had time but I had such bad writer's block. Most of my time was just me sitting in front of a computer and staring at it, wondering how to write this chapter. Anyway, hope to publish again soon. I honestly don't want to be one of those writers who writes a story that you like (depending if you like the story or not), but then doesn't publish in forever.