Lost Kids (a.i.)

thirty nine

"A truth or a lie"

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"Since when do you smoke?" Ashton whined as the group leaned outside the nearest gas station. The two young blondes still cried out for life, each trying to fix the wounds they suffered in hopes of resurrection. As cigarette sat in between my upper and bottom lip the end not yet lit.

"Since now." I roll my eyes quite dramatically. To be fair, being dead was great sense that meant no hormones to make me pissed, but it also gave me no excuse to ever be pissed. Like right now, in the desert sun with a bunch of new dead people.

Ashton huffed and wandered off again to the road, it was still burning outside. No one had even noticed the crispy burnt bus or blood on the street when the stove down the highway.

I touched my index finger to the top of the cigarette, the end turned to an orange and grey most seeped out of my mouth.

"May I?" Calum lifted his hand near my face, wanting to take a drag. I hand it to him, noticing his still calm composure. He and Michael and taken their deaths rather well, who knew why.

"Don't, Cal!" Shouted Ashton, his fatherly instincts kicking in, but he sounded more upset than concerned. I let Cal have the cigarette anyways, what possibly could go wrong after death?

"I said don't!" The golden haired boy yelled once again, anger no longer hidden in his tone.

"Luke, come on." I groan, grabbing the wailing boy's arm and dragging him into the gas station bathroom. I dab a wet paper towel to the dried blood, cleaning him up. His tears still fell slowly as his hands clutched his stomach.

"Let me have a look." His hand leave his abdomen were his shirt is blood stained. His stomach is sliced, he could be a zombie. Though I saw that the injuries were repairing themselves slowly, like they had for me years ago.

"What do I tell my mum?" Luke's fingers laced over the spit skin, running over the leaking organs that began to fade.

"A truth or a lie." I shrug, Luke reminded me of my youngest brother, perhaps it was because they were so close in age.

"Why is Ashton so pissy?" For someone who was just crying out for their life, he sure could compose himself to ask a lot of questions.

"Who knows."

"Are you and him like a thing?" His eyebrow cocked curiously, his feet dangling from the bathroom counter.

I thought about my answer for a while. Ashton and I had made out, but making out didn't make anything official. Otherwise I'd be shaking up with Calum as well. His attitude wasn't a help at the moment either. "No, we aren't." I smirk slightly. Why did it feel good to say this? Why did I want to hurt him?

"Really?" The blonde sighed, looking at the locked door. "We better go."

The wind was got a the lonely highway. I had lived in California all my life, but the sun was never like this.

Luckily, the others had caught the eyes of a travel bus. They had convinced the driver they were desperate for a ride somewhere and had no money. The driver was far to concerned with the blood and bruises on the boys to let them wander the highway.

As I walked passed the man set in drivers seat I mumbled, "Got in a fight." I shrugged and moved to the back with the others. Chelsea sat on the opposite side, refusing to look at me, along with Ashton.