took me a while, but I finally found a room. by the time I looked around the place and had some food, it was already eight o'clock at night. it looked old but it was the nicest out of the rooms I had seen. Lance had chosen one a few doors down that was bigger but I like small and compact rooms. it looked like it had been previously inhabited a teenager like me. all their stuff was here. don't they usually clean this stuff out?
I went through it all. there was some cd's and things scattered around the place. cool, new stuff.
"hey, do you mind, maybe, not going through my stuff?"
I spun around to see a girl with blonde hair that fell evenly on two sides of her face. she wore a fedora and a longish dress with black boots.
"who are you? and how did you get in here?" I checked my windows. they were locked shut.
"I'm violet. I used to live here." she said, swiping her hand across the desk, her face turning sad as if she had remembered memories long ago.
"oh cool. my mum just bought the place." I said, starting to unpack my stuff.
"I guess you can have my room. it's boring anyway, I just stay with my family." she spoke softly.
I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "okay. thanks?"
"listen, you might meet more uninvited people. just shut your eyes and say 'go away', okay? this place may seem tough, believe me, but you'll pull through. my advice is to get out of this shithole while you can." she said, like she'd being saying it for years.
"thanks for the warning but I'm okay. do you want me to show you to the door or ..?" I didn't know how to act in this situation, but she seemed nice.
"no, it's fine. see you around." she waved.
"alrighty." I spoke to her. but she had already disappeared. I didn't hear footsteps or anything.
my thoughts disappeared when Lance replaced Violet's spot in the doorway. "so, how do you like your new room?"
"old but good. you?"
he chuckled. "it's nice and big. like the house. mum said this place had a library and everything!"
"I don't care what she said." Lance was silent. I turned to see him with a stoney expression. "I'm sorry."
Lance looked away from me. "it's fine. I can't stay mad at you." he smiled at me.
I smiled back.
"Lance! Maggie!"
"speak of the devil." I say as I walk out of the door with Lance.
"yeah?" lance called.
"I'm going shopping for the house, be back soon!" Martha yelled. a few more seconds and the door was heard closing.
"time to party!" lance yelled and ran towards his room. a minute later from my room I heard him blasting songs. I shook my head with a smile. it was giving me a headache and I need some air.
I walked outside and sat on the steps outside the house. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes from my back pocket of my tracky dacks light it with my lighter and brought it too my lips. the sensation of smoking relieves my stress and anxiety. I take a drag of it, puffing out the smoke. I twiddle with it in my hand until I take another drag. I flicked the end of it to get rid of the excess bits. I watched them fall to the ground. I closed my eyes and took another drag from the ciggy. when I opened them I didn't see the ground, instead I saw shoes. I peered up to see a guy around my age with messy dirty blonde hair. his scrawny body towered over me. his chocolate brown eyes pooled with worry and regret. he was dark and broody.
"hi, I'm Tate, I'm dead, wanna hook up?" he held out his hand expectantly.
I gave him a once over. "you look very much alive to me. maggie." I took his hand.
he sat down next to me leaving little distance. we didn't talk for minutes and it was dead silent until he reached over and took the cigarette out of my hand. I was about to smoke it and I got annoyed. I looked over at him taking a long drag from it. my heart started beating fast. I hadn't had the chance to look at him properly yet.
the moonlight reflected on his sculptured face and made his eyes glimmer. under his eyes were never ending bags, showing all the pain and suffering he'd been through. his lips were pink and wrapped delicately around the cigarette.
his muscles slightly ever so slightly flexed as he smoked. he then puffed out the smoke while crushing the smoke into the ground with his foot.
"you know, I never understood the point of smoking. sure, it releases the pain temporarily, but the pain never actually goes away." he finishes grinding it into the ground and looks back at me.
my heart leaped. I took a deep breath. he just scanned my face and stared deeply into my eyes. I stared back. I hoped he couldn't figure me out. I hoped my eyes didn't show the pain I felt inside.
out of the corner of my eye, I saw lights flash twice. I broke the staring to look. it was martha, locking the car. she was home.
"oh. she's home." I watched her gets the bags out the car. "I have to go. sorry."
tate doesn't speak. I look back at the car. she was heading towards the house.
"you better get going, if she sees–" i turn to warn Tate, but he's gone. I spin around, searching for him but I can't see him.
"what are you doing out here?" martha says. I look up at her, about to speak but she cuts me off. "and what is that? is that a cigarette? if you've been smoking–"
"Mum, do you need help with the shopping?" Lance comes out and saves me. he looks back at me and nods to the house. ugh, he'll be talking to me about the cigarette later.
I walk slowly up to my room and collapse on my bed. maybe tomorrow won't be as shitty.
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