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Warning: Mature Content
His lips. Oh god, his lips. Just thinking about them makes my heart flutter and my knees weak. It wasn't his fault. I went out in the night to find him, it was my decision. What if he's drinking? What if he's doing something stupid? The thought of Kian made me nauseous.
Why hasn't Lily visited me? Or anyone, like Amanda? I don't even remember how she and the others look like. It feels like ages since I last saw them. Maybe it has been.
I mean, think about everything that happened. It was enough to overwhelm me just thinking about it.
1: I moved to California which was an awfully big difference since the weather is always so hot and there's people I don't even know. 2: I met Kian. Meeting Kian wasn't a regret whatsoever. 3: I was in a coma. I was in a coma. Oh my god, that seems so long ago. 4: Kian was in a car crash....because of me. 5: Gabrielle Watson was murdered and we were blamed. Jesus Christ. 6: I'm currently out of jail and not even allowed to see Ki-
"Laura." My throat tightened as a loud voice ripped me out of my thoughts.
"Mhm?" I hummed, questioning, tilting my head to the side.
"Are you ok?" Andrea whispered.
I quickly nodded, realising I wasn't paying at attention to the movie or anything. Instead, I was biting at my nails and spitting out the bits of chipped nail polish.
She shook her head in disbelief, biting the inside of her cheek. Before anyone could say anything else, I was already up and out of my seat, walking over to the stairs and racing up them.
"Fuck my life." I cursed under my breath, reaching my bedroom, instantly walking in.
I couldn't actually think straight and before I could even realise what I was doing, I was changing into a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, rolling the ends of my jeans up. I brushed my fingers through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror and deciding to at least put some concealer and mascara on.
A knock was heard at my bedroom door.
"Laura?" George's voice was heard on the other side.
"Yeah?"
"Are you...ok?"
"I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep." I called back, thankful that he didn't open the door.
A long sigh was heard before he replied with an ok and letting me know that they were going to Andrea's house to meet up with the others.
This was great. No one was home and I could easily leave. Perfect.
A huff left my lips as I silently waited until I heard the front door shut and then carried myself to my window, carefully, opening it and throwing my leg over the window sill but not before grabbing my jacket. With a long sigh escaping me (similar to George's) I threw my other leg over and carefully shut the window again.
The cold air and the sight of the dark sky felt weird and brought back many flashbacks that I didn't really want to relive. But here I was, slowly climbing down the roof and trying my hardest not to fall until I reached the overgrown grass that just really needed cutting.
And when I walked down those streets that I haven't seemed to walk down in ages, I felt a sense of Deja Vu and I got a shock of excitement through my body, involuntarily.
