Fallen

Chapter 3

22 days before

   “Come on Charlie, we are already running late as it is, and there’s probably traffic”, I say reapplying my lip gloss.  

 I thought inviting my brother to the concert wouldn’t be that bad, well I was wrong and it hasn’t even started yet, this is going to be a long night. We get in the car, and about 25 minuets later we get to the concert parking lot, almost all of the spots are full except a few of them in the middle of the lot. When the concert starts and everyone is in the theater, people are so close to me that even just standing still I am bumping into complete strangers.  About twenty minuets into the concert, and right in the middle of my favorite song, my brother just has to tap on my shoulder.

 “Skylar, I have to go to the bathroom”  

 “Why didn’t you go when we were home, you spent 20 extra minuets getting ready and you really didn’t use one of them to go to the restroom?”

 “No”  

 “Fine, just come right back here. Come right back!”  

 "Okay, right back. Got it.”    

 He’ll be fine, right?  Fifteen minuets later Charlie still isn’t back yet. I get up and go out to the restrooms. Okay, if he doesn’t step out in two minuets I can start freaking out. Two minutes later and still no Charlie. I take a deep breath and step into the boys restroom. Unlike the girls restroom, no one is standing in front of the mirror fixing there lip gloss or pulling down there shirts so far that they might as well not have shirts on at all. Barely anyone is in the restroom, but I can tell some people are in the stalls. I crouch down to see if I can see my brothers tiny chicken legs. Nope, no, nada. I bend down one more time, but as soon as I can see a pair of vans and jeans, that definitely aren’t my brothers in the last stall, the door opens.  

 “Can, I help you with anything?”, an amused voice asks.  

 Shit.  

 He looks so familiar, the guy Levi called a dork.  “Uh, yeah I lost my little brother. Emmett right?”

 “Skylar Woods. So you need help finding him?” He says with a smirk.  I barely know this guy, he seems nice, and maybe he really could help me. I nod in response and before I can ask him if he even knows what my little brother looks like, he speaks up.

“So, does your little brother remember where you park?”  What kind of stupid question is that? Even if he does, why would that be important.

“Yeah, why does that matter?”  I am trying really hard to be as calm as I can, even though I might have lost my little brother.

 “Lets go, he might show up there”

 We walk out of the little shops, and right before I have a heart attack I see my little brother just buying a picture of the band, and an album.

 “CHARLIE WOODS”  He jumps practically one foot in the air before he turns around and realizes it’s me, the sister who’s about to strangle him.

 “Oh, hey Skylar, um this is for you.”, he says handing an album he knows I already have.  

 I don’t say anything, because I know if I start to talk that it is going to lead to screaming, so all I do is grab his wrist and take him outside, and Emmett walks quietly behind Charlie. I would go back into the theater, but I don’t think I could enjoy it, and I don’t want to ruin my favorite band, by going back into that place. When we get to the car the sun is just about to go down.

 “Hey, thanks Emmett, even though he wasn’t in the parking lot, you got the right direction. I was wondering if would want to get something to eat.”,I ask him that I want someone to hold me back, just in case I jump on top of my little brother.

 He looks surprised, and apparently so do I. Why did I just ask that question, it was a stupid question to ask. I have a boyfriend.

“Yeah, I mean if I’m not intruding, my friends picking me up, so I don’t have a car.”  

 “I guess, you can ride with us, if you want”, maybe I’m being too nice, I mean, I really hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea.    

EMMETT’S P.O.V  

“Come on Charlie, want to go to Dave & Busters?”, She says unlocking the car doors.  I run over and open the driver car door for her and she beams at me like no one ever does that for her.  

 “Sweet!”  

 “Hi, I’m Charlie. I’m Seven. How old are you?”, he beams up at me.  

 “Hi Charlie. I’m Emmett, I’m eighteen”  When we arrive to the “restaurant” and are seated, Charlie shoots up after having one bite of a pizza and heads to the arcade.  

 “So what do you want to do?”

 “I don’t know, want to go play a game?”, I grin.    

(I hope you guys liked this chapter. I really had a fun time writing this chapter. Please vote and comment what you think, but nothing hatful :), next chapter will be up sunday)