Lost....

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

                “Here is our room,” Ellen chimed as she opened the door. “Hope you don’t mind having bottom bunk?”

                “No, not at all.” I replied, as i walked in.

I went and sat on my bed and relaxed, knowing i was now safe.

                “So where’s your stuff?” questioned Ellen.

                “Stuff?”

                “Yeah, stuff, as in clothes and things.”

                “I don’t have any” I said shamefully.

                “Well you can borrow mine. What size are you?”

                “10 to 12” i replied.

“Awesome, you’re the same as me.” Ellen remarked with a smile on her face.

                “Cool.”

                I layed down and just a few minutes after my head touching the pillow, I was asleep. I slept for what felt like forever, but it was only a few hours.

I awakened from my slumber to the sound of a painful yell. I got up instantly and ran toward the sound. I got into the main room to see Tristan trying to remove the pad from his wound.

“What do you think you r doing?” I asked.

He looked up and saw me in one of the door ways. “I wanted to check it.”

                “Well you should have waited till I was awake” I said as i rushed to his side.

                 “Well, your awake now” He laughed.

                “Ha ha, very funny” I retorted, “now let’s have a look at this.” I walked over and got the first aid kit and walked back to him. I pulled a pair of scissors out of the box.

                “Wooah, what are you going to do with those?” he said in shock.

                “They are only to cut off the pad.” I explained. “I’m not going to hurt you.” And then gave him a small smile.

“Okay...” He said as he allowed me cut the pad off.

I was trying to concentrate on not cutting anything else but the pad. I was successful with this. I removed the pad to reveal a massive scab. “Well, it seems to have scabbed a fair bit. But I still have to clean it again.”

“Okay,” He said as he looked down at his leg “thanks.”

“For what?” I asked

“For helping me with the cut and getting me back here” He said thankfully.

“Don’t mention it. Anyway if it wasn’t for you finding me, I probably could have gotten attacked by a rabid squirrel or something” We both laughed.

After i cleaned his cut and rebadged it, I went and washed my hands. I returned to the welcoming smell of sizzling bacon. I walked in to see Ross at the stove cooking breakfast.

“Morning” Ross sung, he didn’t even turn around.

“Uh, morning” I replied.

“Hope you like bacon and eggs” Said Ross and he turned around and gave me a small smile.

“Yeah I do” I said with a bit of happiness.

So as I went and sat down at the table, I looked around to see that there was a small picture hanging on the far wall. I got up and walked over to have a closer look.

“Is that Tristan?” I questioned.

“Yep, this is his house.”

“Oh my god, are you serious, he’s taken me into his home.... Literally.” I said with complete shock.

“Errrrrr..... Yeah, you could put it that way.” Ross said a little confused.

“How long have you been here?” I asked curiously.

“What do you mean?” He said with a small snicker, knowing exactly what I’m talking about.

“You know, how long have you been a part of this group?” I asked with an annoyed look. Ross turned around with a plate of perfectly cooked eggs and beautifully, crispy bacon.

“2 years, when me and Tristan meet, he was just one of the popular guys in school and i was the new guy who moved from Tennessee to Miami. The head teacher got him to hang with me so i would get to know everyone.” He said as he had a small mental flashback. Once he came back to the present, he put the plate in front of me and retrieved to the fridge to get the orange juice.

“Naw, that sounds so cute. I guess you guys were best friend forever after that?” and said with a hint of wounder in my voice.

“What? No we had a week together and then we went our separate ways until a few months later when he got kicked off the footy team he had no friends, i let him hang with me and then from then on were the two amigos, practically inseparable.” He continued.

I waited for him to continue but then he was just looking behind her blankly. I turn around to see what he was looking at but there was nothing there. So i waved my hand in front of him and then just like that he was back. “Oh sorry, i was just err.....” he said feeling confused.

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” I said cutting Ross off. Then i heard footsteps. After shovelling a fork load of bacon into my mouth, i turned around to see who it was. But no one was there, I almost chocked. “Didn’t you hear that?” I asked as I gasped for air.

“Hear what?” Ross asked looking around to see what I was talking about.

“The footsteps. Did someone walk in?” I asked as i continued to look around the room franticly.

“Umm... Alana turn around” Ross said with a cheeky smile whilst rolling his eyes. So i did as Ross told me to do and i turned to see the bright smiling face of Lockie. He was kind of cute, he had dark brown eyes that i could just stare at all say and the peach fuzz round his perfect smile... wait i only just meet this guy yesterday, Alana you can’t think that way.... yet. I shook that thought from my mind and took a massive gulp of orange juice. Lockie took the seat next to me and Ross served up another plate of bacon and eggs.

 ”So Alana, how did you sleep last night?” asked Lockie “Did you sleep with Ellen’s super loud snoring?”

“Hey! I don’t snore that loud” Ellen scoffed as she walked up behind Lockie and messed up his curly orange hair. “You are so much worse, i feel sorry for Ross because he has to put up with your snore of death.” Ellen said jokingly.

“Yeah, you’re pretty bad Lockie...” said the deep voice of Tristan from behind us. I turned around he was in loose jeans and a well fitted shirt. I was practically drooling over him. He had only just had a shower because his blond hair was wet and sticking out in all different directions. “So Alana, have you thought about our offer from last night?”

“We actually i hadn’t thought about that yet.” I said sheepishly.

“Okay, can i talk to you in another room.... Please?” Tristan asked as he walked into the next room. I followed thinking what he was going to say, or what he was going to do. “Alana, when you helped me when i hurt my leg i knew that we needed to have you here. I need you, I really like you...” Then all of a sudden his hands were around my waist pulling me in. For some reason i wasn’t resisting. His hands were cold, his hands trailed up my back, wrapped my arms around his neck. Then he pulled me in and out lips pressed together. He chewed on my bottom lip. I eventually pulled away.

“Okay, I’ll stay.” I said with my heart going against my gut.