A Day to Forget

Chapter 6:

"So want me to come get you or..?" Louis voice nervously trails off as we exit the school doors and walk down the now familiar concrete stairs.

"Sure. I mean if you want to." I shrug. I wasn't really sure how I felt about that, but I felt comfortable around Louis.

"Of course if that's ok. I have some place I want to show you." He smiles at me before I step into my grandmas old minivan.

"Alright just text me when you're here." I smile and he nods as I toss myself into my grandma's car.

Waving at him as we pull out of the parking lot, my grandma clears her throat.

"So who's that?" She offers me a sweet smile that shows off her pink lipstick.

"Louis." I look over at her momentarily curiously wondering where this conversation was going.

"Is he your boyfriend?" She parts her lips after speaking causing me to roll my eyes.

"No gram he's just a good friend." I sigh.

"Oh alright." Her fragile voice speaks softly.

I knew she just wanted me to be happy, but she made it slightly awkward. Another part of me also knew she was just being my grandma. That is what they do. Always being so sweet and curious.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend tonight is that ok?" I remember and decide to keep Louis name to myself.

"Of course it is!" Her small voice raises in excitement. I try to keep my annoyance minor, knowing she was just happy I was okay. Sort of.

I have been feeling better. Much better. But only when I was at school, where I knew I had to be strong. When I was alone, I mainly spent it crying and letting the pain elope my body that I had been holding in the whole day. I hated it, it seemed to be worse, holding it in and almost bursting as I finally let it all out.

Pushing the thoughts away, I grab my bag that sat on the floor near my feet and make my way inside the front door of my grandma's. Walking in the sudden smell of flowers causes my eyebrows to crease.

"Who are these from?" I look at my favorite flowers sitting in a beautiful clear vase with patterns engraved into the rim of it. The daisies sway slightly from the breeze the window they sat next to in the living room brought in.

"Your uncle." She says with a frown that I join in on.

"Why?" I shift to look at her.

"You know how he is." Her frown grows slightly causing me to sigh and nod.

I did know how he was. A drunk. Always trying to make up for lost time he had missed. Not that missing his own brothers funeral wasn't important or anything.

The words sting my mind as they roll through my thoughts. Pain trickles down my spine and I find myself hurrying for my room.

Breathing heavily, I glance around the semi familiar room. My white desk sat against the large window on the far wall where my keyboard stood close by. My bed laid on the opposite wall, inviting me to lay down.

Fighting the urge, I grab my version of Pale Fire and sit at my desk. I couldn't help think of Louis saying this was one of his favorite book, which we shared in common with many other things as well.

I had never met someone like Louis. Someone who shared as much in common as me. Maybe that was why Louis has little to no friends. Like me.

We cared more about books them parties and we cared about our GPA and our grades. Though it hadn't always been that way for me.

I had went down the path of partying every day and getting too drunk to even remember the night, but partying doesn't make the pain go away like I thought it would. It makes you forget it momentarily, yes, but reality always seemed to hit me ten times worse in the morning.

My phone suddenly vibrates next to my hand that laid motionless on the smooth book cover. Looking at the name, I see Louis was already on his way. Getting to my feet, I quickly fix my make up and wait for his headlights to jump through my window that looked out onto the driveway.

I wonder what he had to show me? I couldn't even picture what it could be. Was it a something? A someone? Or a place? I wasn't really sure and my scattered thoughts couldn't even give me a idea.

Suddenly dim headlights shine onto the wall of my room through the blinds interrupting my thoughts. It was still light out, but night seemed to creep up earlier each day.

"Bye gram I'll be home later ok?" I smile at her, knowing she wouldn't let it go that easily.

"Please be careful. Send me a message when you're where you're going and I want to stay in contact with you ok?" I chuckle lightly at her words but nod and pull my vans on before walking out of the door.

Walking up to Louis car it made me smile. It was so like him to have a car like this. I wasn't too good on car names, but I could tell it was a classic, and the red of it seemed to shine even in the dim daylight.

Making my way to the passenger seat I open the door and carefully sit, feeling slightly awkward.

"Hey!" He wore the same clothes he had from school like me, but with a jean jacket that flattered his white shirt underneath.

"Hey Lou." I smile at his excitement, and scold myself lightly for calling him Lou. Where had that come from?

"Lou? I like it." He chuckles almost reading my mind.

"So where are we going?" I find myself finally asking.

"You'll see." He smiles momentarily.

Curiosity causes my mind to think in every direction.