It used to be Simple | ft.Cole Sprouse

Chapter 010 :

I had come over to Fran's house without asking anyone, except texting my mum so she wouldn't call the police again, and I realised I was oddly calm. For a girl who just dipped her feet in the sea since being a child, posed for photos even though I knew I looked awful, laughed hard at the simplest things and optimistically blended into the crowd, I was a lot more quiet than expected.

I thought I'd still be buzzing, that is still be jumping up and down and laughing and gazing at the stars, but in reality I just kind of walked and thought about it all.

I was always the kind to not feel as though I controlled my own body. It felt as though watching from a screen, not really in control of anything and just sitting and staring, not being able to turn it off.

I always hated that, often thought something was wrong with me because of the way people excitedly exclaimed their stories, held pure joy in seeing a piece of badly sculptured rock.

Four knocks. It was always four for me, so anyone knew it was me because I left a half a seconds gap in between each one. Fran's mum learned it, when she lived with her a few years ago.

'I thought you were raped.' Said Fran boldly without an introduction.

'Funny. Hello to you too.' I said. It wasn't funny.

'How long did he hold you hostage?' she asked as soon as I walked past her, into her little cave of a home. Fairy lights scattered her couch, pillows laid peacefully on it too. The TV was switched to a Chill Music Channel, a music video of a girl on a beach lit up most of the Livingroom. I moved past the three boxes she hasn't touched since she moved in, claiming they weren't that important anyway.

'About 0 seconds.' I knew she was joking about the hostage thing. 'It was... amazing, though.'

'Just "amazing"?' she asked as she closed the door, locking it with her key.

'Well, no. It was... more than that. It's just- it's hard to explain.' I plumped myself onto the couch and lazily wrapped the blanket around me. I got the band from my wrist and managed to somehow tie my hair into a bun.

'What happened?' she went into the kitchen and put on the water, asked me about my sugars for my tea. I told her. Everything. Every little details, every light, every swarm of butterflies, every glistening of his eyes, every time I held my breath when he laughed to try and make it last longer; Everything.

Fran wasn't a person to believe in fairytales, she preferred realistic stories and things that made my sense. I had a more open mind, open to new ideas and explanations; that doesn't mean I believed in love.

Hear me out; my way of thinking, the world didn't come with a label of instructions as to what to do with it, you just have to do something. and neither does it come with a label explaining where it came from, so that's free to imagine anything. My point is that we don't know anything really. We're free to believe in the craziest of all ideas because we have no idea what the world is.

However, although I see the world as a free dispenser of ideas, it doesn't mean I believe everything. Even I have boundaries in my own brain. I don't know if I believe in love. Sure, it's really fun to fantasise about but it's hard to tell if it could happen. It seems sceptic. So does the whole "soulmate" thing. Love is for books and movies, right?

'Sounds like an interesting night.' Was all Francesca managed to say, drinking up the last bit of her cold tea. 'Sounds like a fun night.'

'That all?'

'No. I have something else.'

'What is it?' I asked, putting my own cup on the coffee table

'You've known him for three days.' She said, plainly. She made me realise that I'm a bit crazy. Three days? THREE DAYS? God, the way we acted to each other, the way he laughed at my jokes and if they were our inside jokes, the way we knew what would make the other laugh, the way he knew what I'd like from the things I haven't tried before, how come it was just three days? It didn't fit.

It felt more than a month. More than six of those months. Ages. It felt much more, much more than three days. I'd have to be a little more carefully, maybe I don't know him at all. Anything could happen. But did I really have to overthink about it?

'I'll wait a week 'til the next time then.' I shrugged and got out the champagne. Cole gave me the awful trait of not caring as much for the little stuff. God knows what else he'll teach me.

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Yes, I did change the story a bit. I decided I wanted this story to be overly light and without major drama.

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