Park Benches (EDITING)

six

six

 

 

Charlotte POV

           

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

 

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

            I scrambled for my phone, begging for the ringtone to just stop. “Ah!” I brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?” Purposely, I spoke groggily, hoping to make the caller guilty.

            “Lottie?” my eyes popped open at the familiar male voice, “Hello? It’s me Drake. Are you there? Did I wake you? If I did, it’s noon.” I giggled at Drake’s incessant questions.

            “Yes, I’m here, you did wake me,” I checked my clock, my eyes widened, but I shrugged, “What’s up?” I unplugged my phone from the charger and rolled over. Drake was my long time best friend who recently moved to Australia for college.

            “The usual, Grant is being such an ass.” I head him snicker, knowing Grant, his boyfriend, was in the room. I heard some bickering in the background.

            “Oh, well Grant I say hello and that he’s a macho hot surfer,” I giggled.

            “He’s gone out for a piss, I’m sorry, he’s going to the loo.” He kicked in his british accent, which was fantastic, well better then mine.

            “How’d you know?” I pouted, even though he couldn’t see me, but I was sure he could hear it.

            “How do I not know?” I smiled at his sassiness, “I installed a GPS in your phone, hope you don’t mind.” I could practically see him winking, his long lashes fluttering again his tan cheeks.

            “Oh Drake, but seriously, how did you know?” I opened up Marshall.

            “Em,” his tone was bland and disgusted. Sometimes I just forget Emilio and Drake were cousins.

            “Ugh, what did he say?” 

            “I’m not sure, he was crying. I managed to make out ‘Lotts,’ ‘London,’ and ‘gone.” I felt a small smile appear on my face.

            “He actually cried!” I could hear Drake’s heavy laugh on the other end of the line.

            “You bet my ass he did. I was 100% sure he was wasted,” I felt myself giggle.

            “He deserved it, he was a terrible boyfriend.”

            “But he was cute!”

            I laughed harder, “He’s your cousin!”

            I heard another voice in the background, “Frown, I have to go. Grant wants to grab a bite to eat. Kiss kiss, I love you. Enjoy your lush life! Hope everything is well and stays well! Just called to wish you a nice decade!” He hung up before I could say goodbye, leaving me with a pout.