Serendipity

Chapter Five

"We can't stand here forever."  She said.

"Where are we going?"  

"Follow me." her eyes danced with a hint of sparkle.  

Remi led me through the maze of stairs, and to the left, unveiling a lonely room at the end of the hall.  She pushed it open, and let my eyes gaze around.  It was half painted a grayish color, with white curvise lettering on one side.  A bed roughly twice the size of mine was simply placed in the corner engulfed by an off white comforter and a few pillows that tried their best to demonstrate maps and countries, despite the many folds that it obviously encountered.  

"It's from my favorite poem.  But darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero."  She recited toe phrase on her wall before finishing, "because everybody's busy trying to save themselves."

"I like it."

"And I'm going to finish painting this, obviously.  My parents don't really like it gray, but I guess they don't like much of anything I do.  I'm hanging lights around my room at Christmas, my favorite time of the year.  I also need some last things of furniture brought in but my mom doesn't want me to do it without some adult."  She rolled her eyes.  "And my dad hasn't been home all week.  Even though I can easily do it all myself."

"I can help."

"Really?  Like tomorrow?"

"Yeah of course.  Whenver you'd like."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."  She wandered over to her bed and plopped down before patting the space next to her for me to do the same.

"You're welcome.  Do you like Rosy Court?"  I tried to make conversation.

"Honestly?  No.  I don't like this town.  Or country in general."

"Why not?  There's no point in leaving."

"But there's no point in staying here either."

There was silence for a second.  I picked at my nails, and I noticed, so did she.

"Everyone here is too proper and has organized dinners and tucks their teenagers in bed at night.  You have to admit it's a bit creepy."

"It's all I've ever known.  Aren't your parents like us though?"

"They try.  There's only so much a parent can do to control what their kid does.  We move around a lot so I usually blame everything on that, even though I can almost guarentee it's not that.  I've seen a lot this world has to offer, but it certainly isn't enough."

"But are you staying here for long?"

She scooted so her criss-crossed knees touched my lenghty feet that I extended off the bed.  Her eyes pierced into mine with sincereity when she said, "I'm not sure.  Even though I hate the people here, I seem to like the people here."

Footsteps from the hall sounded, gradually growing with sound.

Remi popped up and reached under her beds, using her hands to search for something.

"And this one-" the door swung open, "is All Time Low.  They're American and I actually saw them once when I visited my cousin in New York."

Her mother stood with her arms crossed.  She looked like my mum, but a bit less uptight.  The mother and daughter shared no common looks, Remi didn't seem the have height from either parent, assuming her dad was talling than the motherly lady standing in the door way.

"You must be Harry."  Her smile shone with warmth.  "Remi talking about those bands again?"

"They sound good."  I smiled.  "I have to head home now.  I have stuff to do."

"Good to meet you dear.  I'm Remi's mother."  When I didn't respond, she joked, "You could jump off the balcony of that's easiest to your home."

Accross from where I was sitting, sat a small balcony that I had compeletey missed.  It was attached to her room, and placed on the outside of the house.  

"It's okay."  I managed to stiffle a laugh.  "I'll see you later.  Thanks for having me over."

"Bye Harry."  I tried my best to memorize the way she smiled when she said my name.

"Bye Remi."  I said, hoping she was trying to memorize mine.  

~Sorry I can't proof read because I'm in a rush so sorry for any mistakes! Hope you like it and vote and yeah have a good day or night or whatever:)~