Walt's POV
I found walking to be a really peaceful hobby. April started tomorrow and my junior year was rapidly coming to an end. Junior Prom, finals, and a bunch of important things I couldn't be bothered to remember were coming up and there was no denying that I wasn't prepared. Especially walking near the beach and the cemetery. Call me depressed or lonely or whatever but I felt a lot better here. Hints with Dad were back on the rocks except this time, Madeline was out peacemaker. This morning I was sure Dad was about to lose it. I got another warning letter from the school. The same crap over and over again. I had been skipping too many days. I had been getting into too much trouble. I stopped listening to what they all had to say. Mary thought I was taking this heartbreak thing too seriously. I flipped her the finger and walked away.
But anyways, March 31st proved to be really interesting. For starters, it was pouring cats and dogs. In five minutes, I was drenched to my skin. Second, I was passing the cemetery when I noticed the car. It was like a classic spy movie car: black in color, tinted windows and a cool looking number plate. It looked familiar though.
I was really beginning to wonder what was going on. Right then, there was another car that pulled onto the road. I slipped between the space between the wall and the church. The driver of the newest addition got out and I think my breath stopped for a minute. It was Nick. He walked over to the car and slipped inside. I debated following him. Just as I was about to slip outside again, the door opened again and Nick stepped out. In his hands was a huge manila envelope. I glanced at the number plate again. It clicked immediately. Of course the late was familiar. I knew that plate.
Thankfully, I was close enough to hear the short exchange outside the car.
"Thanks babe. Gimme a call when you need anything." Nick mock saluted before driving off. This wasn't happening. But it made perfect sense. I pulled my hoodie up from under the leather jacket and ran towards my car. Both of the previous cars were long gone now.
I had to find Nat. And I needed to find her now.
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Nat's POV
March 31st was probably the rainiest days I'd ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain it's just that, today was really heavy rain. It was so bad that I couldn't see the street across from the coffee shop when I looked outside.
I had taken today off to just relax. I deserved one Sunday after the whirlwind of the last month. There was so much I had to think about. Walt and the kiss being one of the primary ones. The last incident with Walt had been a close call. I wanted to kiss him, really bad, but I couldn't. He knew I had a boyfriend, and he still kissed me. How was I supposed to know that he wouldn't hesitate in doing it again to someone else?
Eventually, I had to leave the comfort of CCD and walk in the rain. Aimless walking in the rain helped calm my nerves; however cliché that might sound.
I probably walked a block when I noticed the car trailing me. I looked back at it and boldly stopped. There were no cars in the parking so the mysterious black car pulled up onto the parking in front of me. That's when I realized it wasn't black; it was midnight blue. I only knew one person who drove a midnight blue Mercedes.
"Can we talk?" Walt rolled down the passenger window and gave me a nervous smile. I didn't blame him. Every time we had been forced to talk, I'd shut him out. I shrugged and climbed into the car. I shivered at the sudden burst of warmth that hit me. Walt fumbled for a minute before he turned the heat down. I looked at his profile as he did so. His own jacket and hoodie were wet and his face had worry etched all over it.
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Lost But Not Forgotten | ✓
Teen Fiction"Okay, so you're my Nat and I'm your Walt." "Do you have any other obvious facts you'd like to state?" "Oh shut up." "I'm just saying..." "But, what happens now?" [STATUS: In need of major editing. I'd suggest you read Swims or I Want Crazy]