Nothing but Trouble

.06

Okay so I had originally given up on this story a while ago, by I never deleted it like I normally do just because I felt like it seemed alright. And to be completely honest, I've 100% forgot where I was going with this. But, I've just gotten a huge amount of inspiration for writing really recently, so let's see how far it gets me with this.

The cool air kissed my face as I stepped outside.

God, I love being out in the country. Minus the faint smell of manure.

The sun off in the distance was slipping behind the trees and the faint sound of cicadas was beginning to fill the air. Nothing short of a Hallmark channel sunset.

The ground beside me dipped slightly as someone sat down. "There's a party being thrown by one of the most important people in a hundred miles and you're sitting on the grass outside."

I glanced over to the person sitting beside me and immediately frowned.

"I know and I already spend a hell of a lot more time around Levi than I would ever want to. Pervert." I muttered the last part under my breath.

Pervert glanced over at me and laughed, but making sure to let his eyes linger a little too long.

"There is a fucking beautiful sunset right in front of your face. So if you don't want a black eye, look at it." I glared at him.

"You've got fire. I like fire," he leaned over and whispered.

A smile broke out on my face. "Did- what- seriously?"

"Yes I did just quote Peter Pan."

"That's amazing." I whispered.

"Michael. Call me Mike."

"Jaxsyn and if you stop looking at that sunset I will go all evil queen on your ass. It doesn't matter if you're a Once fan or not."

We sat in silence for a short few moments before I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone walking towards us.

"That's my que," Michael stood up and walked to the quickly approaching figure.

A few muffled words were exchanged and the two came in for a bro hug before Michael walked back into the house.

"What're you doing?" Levi's voice rang through the silent air.

I kept my eyes on the lazily sinking sun, "what do you think I'm doing?"

"It's actually pretty beautiful."

I stiffened at his voice, not because I was preparing myself for what he would say next, but because I noticed his accent. Something about it wasn't quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He finally blurted.

"Are you serious?" I was taken aback. His silence answered the question for me. "Maybe it's because you're an asshole. Maybe it's because you clearly don't remember anything. Or that you're too much of a prick to have even noted any of it."

"Okay, I'm sorry but what the hell are you talking about?" He sat down in the grass next to me.

My mind was brought back to three years prior, I'd gotten an acting bug and was constantly on the lookout for any actors that I recognized. I carried an autograph book, which never got any autographs, and a sharpie with me at all times for weeks. Levi was the only actor that I ever saw in public. I vividly remember directing my dad towards Levi and his mom in the mall that we were in. I was on cloud nine when I asked him for his autograph. And, while my dad talked to his mom about whatever, Levi looked at me and said without even blinking "I only give autographs to pretty girls, not ugly fat people." I never told my dad what he said, he was too head over heels for Levi's mom already. That was where my resentment for Levi only started and where our parents relationship began.

It was a year later when I saw him again, he was taller at that point but still had the same aura of prestige or whatever about him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at me and said nothing. My dad chalked it up to be him not wanting his mom to be in a relationship. I didn't believe that. But, apparently they could sense the hatred from one child to the other because I hadn't seen Levi prior to us moving in.

"Do you remember the first time our parents met?" I asked and immediately stood up.  I didn't want to be around when he figured it out nor did I want to know exactly how long it took him to figure it out. I started walking, I didn't care where or in what direction.

"Leila! Leila!" He yelled after me. His feet began to rhythmically hit the pavement as he began to chase after me. He yelled more but I couldn't understand him, my headphones were on and my jaw was set. I wasn't turning back like some lovesick romance character. There was only a handful of people who were allowed to call me Leila, he was not one of them.