The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Twenty Nine: So Call Me Maybe?

"Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing." - Barry Finlay
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I wasn't exactly looking for another best friend.

But Bridgette seemed nice.

And I feel so alone and isolated.

She was sitting across from me in the coffee shop, in the corner where she used to be alone.

She was twirling a silver necklace she had, the charm was a little bird, matching her dress.

"So what do you do for a living?" I ask her. She jumps slightly, like she wasn't expecting me to talk. "I'm in Journalism." She squeaks.

"Really!?" I lean forward slightly. "I'm an author, I guess we have writing in common." I sit back and let out a light chuckle. Bridgette smiles.

Bridgette wasn't anything like Amy.

She was quiet, shy, nervous. While Amy was loud and out there, daring, and never afraid to meet new people.

Bridgette had red hair and green eyes while Amy had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Bridgette was shorter than Amy.

And I could tell that she wasn't comfortable in her own skin, the way she held herself.

And that was going to change.

I want to help her love herself.

Help get her out of her comfort zone, just like Amy did for me.

What am I doing?

No.

I can't do this.

All I needed was Amy.

Not another friend.

"Well, I've got to go." I say, standing up. Bridgette stands up too.

"Here's my number! If like you ever want to hang out or anything." She handed me a small piece of paper with her number scrawled on it in cursive handwriting.

I smile and take it.

Not knowing if I'll ever text her at all.

I jog out of the coffee shop.

Time to find a new running route.

Maybe I should go to the gym.

Maybe work out, build my muscles more. So I could protect myself next time.

He was stronger.

Tears prick my eyes but I blink them away.

I'm about to pass by a Police Station.

Maybe I should report him.

Tell someone.

"How about you?" I ask. "Well, I'm a lawyer."

I can't.

He's a lawyer, he can get himself out of it.

It's no use. And then he'd still be free, and then he'd just do it again.

But I need to tell someone....
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"Amanda?" Liam opened his door up. His red hair was sticking up everywhere, he had on an olive green t-shirt and had dark blue boxers on. He hasn't shaved in a while.

And then I started crying.

"Amanda... come here." Liam wrapped an arm around me as he brought me in and closed the door with the other.

I clutched his shirt with both hands and started sobbing, my body shaking violently. He wrapped his other arm around me and I buried my head closer to his chest.

"I miss her." I whimpered. "I know." Liam's voice was barely audible, I could tell he was struggling with trying not to cry. Liam always wanted to be strong for everyone else, that's something he and Amy had in common.

I pulled away.

"Liam, I have to tell you something."

A/N
Hey guys!
Quick question, How would you all like a sequel from Liam's point of view after The Bucket List is done?

Well surprise!! It's gonna happen! And it's going to be called, 'My Life Without You.' Yeah I know, it's sad. :'(
Sorry :/
~Padfoot621