Colours

Part 3

0:41:40

Elizabeth

"Lizy," someone mumbled behind me. "What are you doing?"

I looked over at my younger sister and felt a pang in my stomach. She looked so much like her. Shaking my thoughts away, I managed to get over the window ledge and onto the roof.

"Lizy, I know you heard me." she murmured.

"Uhhhh, I have to go run some errands for mom," I stammered "Go back to sleep Julia."

"Yeah, fine. Just be careful okay?" she looked at me, her eyes sad and droopy.

"You know I will kiddo." I winked at her, and started to pull the window shut behind me when she whispered something incoherently.

"What did you just say Julia?"

"Be careful." she turned to face me, "and you better bring me some chocolate for covering for your ass."

I pulled the window shut, and tip-toed towards the edge of the roof. Sitting down, I flipped onto my stomach, and gripped the pipes. As I slid off, my shirt got caught in one of the roof's shingles, and completely caught me off guard.

Now dangling off the pipes is one thing. Dangling one handed, while trying to get your shirt unhooked was a suicide mission. I looked down, and made a silent prayer as I let go of the pipe.

What worried me the most was the tearing sound I heard while falling, and where it came from. I ran my hand along my rear end, and found nothing. Peeking through closed eyes, I glanced down at the huge tear in my favourite top.

"Shit, seriously?" I groaned. "It just had to be today of all days."

I rearranged the shirt so that the rip looked like it was made to be like that. After all, in today's society girls would wear anything for a little extra attention.

0:40:21

Andrew

There was only forty minutes left until my ultimate doom. Well, since I can't fight it, might as well welcome my future with open arms. Dragging myself into my room, I pulled a button-up, checkered shirt over my head, and a pair of dark pants that didn't really qualify as jeans, but weren't as soft as pajamas either. Khaki's. I mean, that's what my ex's used to call them, before they ripped them off.

"Andy! Could you come down and eat something before you leave, please?" my mom called from downstairs.

Reaching behind my Chester drawer, I pulled out my flask of bourbon, and took a quick swig.

Feeling it burn its way down my throat was comforting, at least more comforting than what was about to happen in less than forty minutes. I grabbed my leather jacket and slid the flask into the pocket. If I was going to do this, I sure as hell wasn't going to be sober for it. I touched up my hair again, flew down the stairs, and was out the door within seconds. I could hear my mom calling my name behind me, but I couldn't face her. Especially not when I looked like my useless father. Wasted, and just tired.

0:38:11

Elizabeth

As soon as I turned onto Main St, I'm barricaded with the sounds of traffic, people shrieking with laughter and joy, and the sound of techno music pumping from the club across the road, caressing its way through the streets of Diamonds Heights.

How does this even work? Do I get to choose where we meet? I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't even notice the hooded figure, until I crashed into a firm, toned chest. Face first.

"Whoa hey, sorry. That was my bad"

I looked up to see the face of the man that the deep, sexy voice had belonged to. Might I say, I was not disappointed. At all.

"No. no. Completely my fault." I smiled.

He seemed to study my face before speaking up again.

"You know, you look oddly familiar."

"Really?" I questioned "because I'm pretty sure I would have remembered someone with such.." I paused, looking him up and down. "Remarkable features."

He grinned at me, his dimpled smile making something churn inside me. Putting out his hand, he seemed to study me some more.

"Miles Dunnerson"

I slid my hand into his, completely forgetting about the ticking time-bomb on my wrist.

"Elizabeth Sanders"

I noticed he was looking down at my wrist, when I cringed and spoke up. "Well, I'm guessing there's no point of this." I say, waving my hand between me and him. "Unless, your timer is activated too?"

"Nope, no timer." he shrugged. "I guess I'll see you later then, Elizabeth Sanders." he smiled and walked off.

"Yeah, I hope so" I told myself.

The line "I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave" was incredibly relatable at the moment. Cursing under my breath. I dragged my way towards my favourite 24-hour diner, and took a seat at my favourite booth.