Misfits

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

[ Alice POV ]

I swear my heart was about to burst. I can hardly believe he couldn't hear it thumping in my chest, at about a mile a minute.

How could I seem so confident when I spoke, but on the inside, I was having a panic attack?

Whatever. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like I can't help but get lost in him as we speak. It takes everything in me not to blurt out my thoughts. So I turned my attention to him. His features, his voice, everything.

I could describe him in a different million ways if I had the time. Brown hair poking out from under his beanie, soft, pink lips, entrancing blue eyes, tattoos scrawled here and there, practically perfect face, a smooth, British accent. Like it couldn't get any better, he had to be British too.

"So Louis," I crossed my arms and tilted my head at him, setting my arms down on the table, "What's your story?"

He just kind of stared at me for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, like he was concentrating on something. And then he began. "I'm a teenager. I got into trouble at school, mum got upset with me and signed me up for volunteer work. So here I am, discussing the weather and other simple things that are no matter."

A smile played at his lips, earning a smile right back from me. He was interesting. I pulled out a new cigarette, lighting it and bringing it to my lips, taking in a long drawl and exhaling as I spoke. "No matter? I believe your story is much more than just 'no matter.' Now, your story might not be as interesting as others, but that doesn't make it no matter." He just blinked at me, his head cocking to the side and he laughed. Just laughed at me.

"You're a strange thing Alice. You know that?" I smiled to myself and nodded, taking another long drag from my cigarette. "So tell me, what's your story?" So, there were certain things I could tell him. And others, not so much. Louis may be a wonderfully strange individual, but I had still just met him. "Well, I'm an only child. I'm sixteen, went to an okay high school, and I-" "No. Your story. Why are you here? What makes you so different from the rest of these people? Who is Alice?" He cut me off, staring at me intently, "I told you how I ended up here, now what about you?"

I couldn't believe him. My jaw dropped slightly, staring at him, he was different. And I loved it. So, I thought about it.

Who am I?

"I'm Alice. I had parents who were rich and wonderful, but were never there. Always doing something business related, bringing me a souvenir or a random present every once in a while to make up for it." Louis nodded, his gaze set on me, hanging on to every word I said. Good, I needed someone to finally listen. "So, not having my parents there for me, I found myself. Sure, I was smart and good-mannered, I had to be in order to please them. And then I found this guy."

I didn't realize I was smiling until Louis smiled back at me, chuckling a bit. "A guy?"

I shook my head, immediately erasing the smile that was there once before. "Yeah, his name was Kellin. And I loved him. And he loved me. He was my escape whenever I needed someone, I've never felt so alive around someone."

He grinned and tilted his head a bit more, reaching for the cigarette pack beside me, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. "Alive as in?" "Free, loved. He was my first too." Louis' eyes widened and he started coughing, smoke releasing from his mouth and I laughed, watching him. "You definitely didn't have to tell me that." I laughed more and grinned at him, shrugging as I watched him recover. "Well, you asked for my story. That's a part of it."

Louis just glared at me, inhaling from the cigarette in his hand and quickly exhaling the smoke in my face. "Continuing, something happened to him. And he went crazy, and started losing himself. He was living in a broken home, his family falling apart before his eyes. I was with him every moment I could, trying to comfort him, bring my Kellin back to me." I blew out some smoke, watching it swirl around in front of me before meeting his eyes again, "And I never found him again. He was shit-faced, showed up on my doorstep one night, crying his eyes out."