Lexie is a 14 year old girl who has been through hell. Her parents have died, she's been abused, she nearly got shot, fell in love, tried to find a killer in Mexico. She realises that she sees Riggs as a father figure.
"Oh, he didn't tell you?" "Tell me what...?" I question, getting worried. "He's gone to Mexico."
"What?!" I shout. "Without telling me..? The bastard." I sit next to Grayson and I put my head in my hand.
A couple of minutes pass and I have an idea. "Grayson, go back home and pack your bags!" I enthusiastically say. Oo "What? Why?" He asks confused. "Cuz we're going to Mexico." I smile.
"Why would I go to Mexico?" He asks too loud. "Shut up." I laugh. "And we're going because I don't wanna go alone." "My uncle'll kill me." "So? Come on! It'll be funny."
He thinks for a while. "Please..." I say leaning my head to the side. He sighs and nods. "Oh, and why do we need to go there anyway?" He asks.
"Um, we need to go because.. I need to speak to Riggs.." "We have phones for a reason..." He tells me like I'm dumb. "I need to tell him face to face."
"So, go pack and I'll meet you at the park down the road." I say and he nods.
I go to back to the house and I pack some stuff.
Wow, I've ran away loads the last couple of days.
I get all my things and I run down the stairs. Passing Rianna and Robbie.
"What are you doing?" She asks suspiciously. "Nothing.." I 'casually' say.
She gives me a *don't give me shit and tell me* look. "Okay, I'm going to my friends house for a sleepover." I lie.
"Okay..." it doesn't sound like she believes me but oh well. I smile at her and I leave the house.
I walk to the park and Grayson is sat on a bench on his phone. "Texting your girlfriend, are ya?" I jokingly ask.
"No, partly because I don't have one." He laughs and I smile.
He's too cute to not have a girlfriend.
Wait, wtf did I just say? Ew.
His bag is next to him, as he stands up he grabs it. "How're we getting there?" He asks and I realise I haven't thought about that.
"Uhh.." I think. "We'll just get loads of busses. Have you got money?" I ask, worried he's gonna say no.
"Well, yeah, I brought loads." He giggles and we go and get buses.
I then find out that it takes a 33 hour drive to get to Mexico... ffs.
At night...
We get rejected from hotels because we're too young. And I'm surprised none of them called the cops.
We find shelter and a flat surface. It's not really a bit where people can see us so that's okay I guess.
I get out a double duvet and I pull it up because I'm fucking freezing.
He puts his arm around me and I look at him confused. "You're cold.." he explains and he laughs. I smile.
It goes awkward and I hate awkward things.
"So what do you need to tell Riggs?" He asks breaking the silence. "S-Something.." I shiver.
I look up at him and he looks down at me. He leans in and the next thing I know, his lips are moving in sync with mine.
My hands move to his jawline and his rest on my waist.
We pull back and he smiles. I return the smile but then I lie down, ignoring what just happened. Soon I fall asleep.
Next day...
I wake up feeling happy that I didn't have a bad dream. But I remember what happened. I look at the time on my phone and it says 9:12am. "Grayson!" I say shaking him. "Wake up, dude." "What time is it?" He asks in a morning voice.
I tell him the time and I get up and pack the things away.
I tell Grayson to turn around so I can get dressed. And I wear this:
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I turn around so he can get changed.
We get on more buses and I fall asleep in loads of them.
Finally! We're in Mexico!
We loom around for ages, I don't know what we're looking for.
"Are we trying to find Riggs?" He asks. "I don't know..." "What?" He says confused. "I thought you needed to tell him something..?" "Y-Yeah, I do.." "Why are we here?" He sighs clenching his jaw.
"Fine... I want to find the guy who killed my dad." I say looking down.
