For The Second Time {Tony Perry}

2.8

{Song for this chapter; Lonely Girl - Tonight Alive}

• Tony's pov •

"Tony?" a sweet, quiet voice asked. About twenty seconds later I felt a poke on my cheek. It was Halley trying to wake me up. I could tell just by the light type of poke she had. It was like I was a delicate flower and she didn't want to ruin the pedals.

Poke . . .

Poke . . .

"Hmm?" I mumbled, my eyes still closed tightly together.

She didn't reply for a while. After five minutes, I felt her pull out of my arms that were tangled around her. The bed creaked as she got up. As soon as she was out of bed, I felt myself get colder and colder by the second. I needed her in my arms to keep me warm. She was my favourite blanket.

The reason I got up wasn't because I was cold, though. It was because I was curious about what she was doing. So, I got up, tearing the covers off of me. I put on some sweatpants and left the room quietly.

I walked along the hallway of my new smelling apartment, my bare feet squeaking the floor tiles beneath me. I could hear distant humming coming from the kitchen, so I made my way towards it, walking quicker than before. As soon as I was close enough to the kitchen, I could see Halley leaning over the stovetop, obviously in the process of cooking something.

Instead of saying anything, I came up from behind her and set my hands around her waist. "Good morning," I mumbled into her neck as I paced a small kiss there afterwards.

She giggled. "Good afternoon, Perry."

"Is it really that late?" She turned her body around, staring up at me with her big, blue eyes.

Nodding, she replied with, "Yep. One O'clock in the afternoon." She stopped to smile. "And we have to get to that family dinner of mine, babe. We definitely can not be late for that."

I rolled my eyes. "And if we are?"

She glared at me for a minute. Then said, "We'll both be in huge shit."

Laughing, I let go of her waist. She turned back to her cooking as I went to go and sit on the couch in the living room. I didn't turn on the tv or anything. I preferred the sound of Halley's humming. It was soothing and peaceful. Kind of like our relationship was.

~x~x~x~x~

"Excuse me, Mister?" someone said. "Can I get you some more coffee?" They held up the container which was filled with coffee and had a time in white letters written on the side.

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking up at the happy waitress. "Yes. That would be great, thank you."

I stared out of the window, cars passing by slowly. There was a single coffee cup in my two hands. At the moment, I was inside of a cafe just a couple of blocks away from North Wood Park. It was where Halley and I had our official first date.

I couldn't help but think about what I could've done to have kept Halley in that house the day she left. I could have ran after her, but I was a pussy. (A big one at that.) And nothing or nobody can tell me it wasn't my fault. Because it was and still is, and it always will be.

I'm an even bigger pussy (if it's even possible) because I left New York without even letting anyone know. But I only left because I felt embarrassed. The way that Halley said she only wanted to be friends, in the middle of a parking lot, made me feel embarrassed. It felt like she walked out on me again. And I really don't like that feeling. It's something I don't want to experience again. Thanks to me running away, I won't have to.

• Emilia's pov •

"Em," a small voice whispered into my ear. "The plane is about to land."

I opened my eyes, blinking a couple times to get them adjusted to the light. "Wha--?" I asked, a little groggy from my nap. There was a loud sound coming from all around me, but I figured it was just the plane. People were chatting with the people they were sitting beside, making it even louder. I couldn't remember anything that happened before I fell asleep. The last thing I remember is Mandy giving me a pill to help me sleep, but the rest is history.

I turned to my right to see Mandy smiling at me. She sighed, shaking her head towards me. She set her hand on my forehead, putting it to her palm, then to the back of her hand. "Maybe I shouldn't have gave you those pills," she said, making a face.

Pills?, I thought, my eyes going a bit wider than they were before. I only remember one pill. She shrugged, as if to say, "well, there's nothing I can do."

~x~x~x~x~

I knocked on my mother's front door, my knuckles going a little pink. "Just a minute!" her voice said, muffled by the door in between us. The door was unlocked and my mom opened it, smiling her usual friendly smile. But that smile turned into a perfect O as she saw me.

"Hon-honey?" Mom said, her eyes widening by the second. She pulled me into a quick hug, and pulled away slowly. "What are you doing here?" She had her two hands on my shoulders, examining my face.

"Well," I replied, making a nervous face. "My friends and I were wondering if we could stay here for a couple days?"

She smiled, letting my shoulders go, and looking out at our rental car where she could see everyone smiling at her. "Of course, Hal! If there's room in the heart, there's room in the house." Mom paused for a second, narrowing her eyes at me. "But why are you here, anyways?"

I but my bottom lip so hard that I could taste blood. "Uh, Tony, you remember him right?" I asked, already knowing she did. She gave me a face and crossed her arms over her chest, nodding. "Well, he ran away without telling any of us, so we think he's here."

There was a pause for a moment as I actually thought she was done asking questions, but she wasn't. At least not yet. "You think he's here, or they think he's here?" she asked, studying my face even more now. It was like she needed to study it because it may be gone sooner or later.

"Me," I said. "I think he's here."

Author's Note;

omfg i rewrote this thousands of times and i still don't think this is the right way i want it so srry if you go back to read this again and its changed

comment and tell me what you think (i think her mom is a nosybutthole) ahha

pop a little vote if you liked it and ttyl in the next authors note holla ilu

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