Misfits

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

[ Alice POV ]

He really was such an awful liar, I could tell he was lying just by his expression. He'd try and put on a poker face but would fail miserably, I could see right through him.

Which is exactly why I was so damn good at that game.

Dinner had been served, I ate, I watched everyone else, and then we returned to the common room for one more hour before bedtime. I found myself sitting on a couch in the corner of the room, sectioned off from the rest of the patients, and eventually, he made his way over and joined me.

I lit a cigarette and grabbed the pack, holding it up for him, but he just shook his head and gave me a smile. So, I sat with him, smoking and staring at each other. Weird, but not awkward.

"You're a strange girl, Alice." Louis finally spoke up, giving me a goofy grin as he did. I laughed and blew smoke out, watching it disperse into the air and nodding at him, "I'm a mental patient and you're calling me strange. I think you're the strange one here." He laughed and shook his head, still grinning. "No no, I meant.. Strange. Different, ya know?" I smiled and took one last drag from the cigarette, flicking off some ashes before smushing it into a tray on an end table.

"Yeah, I'd say I was different too." He just smiled and shook his head, scooting closer to me till there was barely an inch in between us. "I don't know what it is about you that just makes me want to know more and more. But I do."

I tilted my head at him and blinked several times before replying. "You're fucking weird." And we both burst out in a little fit of laughter, getting stared at by several patients and a few employees. Then again, who cares, I was actually enjoying myself, which was a first. This guy, this stupid, crazily wonderful guy was making me smile, and I could care less what other people thought about it.

After our laughter had subsided, I looked up to find Louis giving me a very serious look, so I questioned him about it, giving him a smile. He leaned in kind of close, dropping his voice to where only I could hear. "I've got a secret to tell you, something that you've gotta keep between you and me, okay?" I nodded quickly and smiled more, waiting kind of impatiently for him to spill.

"Alright. Just between us." He took a deep breath, keeping his tone hushed, "I promise, I'm going to-"

"Up and at 'em everyone! Time for bed!" I groaned and got up, murmuring a quick 'tomorrow' to Louis, and walked to my cell amongst the other patients. I tried to look back but only got a quick glance of Louis, him giving me a small wave, but I couldn't return it as we turned a corner and I was dragged along in the sea of patients.

Finally, after a long day, I was back in my cell. My door was shut and locked, and luckily the corridor was silent tonight. I was honestly exhausted, although I hadn't done much at all today except talk. My bed creaked as I plopped down on it, curling up under the sheets and closing my eyes, waiting for sleep to drag me under. But for some reason, it didn't, and I just laid there with my eyes shut. So instead of lying there boredly, my mind began to wander.

Louis. He was the first thing on my mind. I thought of every detail I could remember of him, piecing him together in my head. Now, let's see here.. His wild hair tucked into a beanie, little strands of it escaping from underneath it. Those damn eyes, sometimes a blue like the sky on a clear day, or blue in a way that just can't be described. That little bit of facial hair he had, a little scruff here and there. Soft, pink lips... God. Tattoos scrawled along his body ranging from his chest to his arms. He had nice hands too, the kind that you see on a guy and you just want to hold them all the time.

But it wasn't just his looks that made him, it's everything. Things like his laugh, the way he smiles, that little twinkle he gets in his eyes sometimes, his horrible poker face, the way he presents himself and more. So much more.