Above

20

Estelle
"So how's Chicago?" Logan asks, through the phone.
"It's fun, as far as hanging out in a city goes." I reply, playing with the straw on my coffee. "So what are you up to?"
"Annaliesee is teaching me to sew." She says. "I only know the classic stitch but apparently I'm learning."
"Hi Estelle!" Annaliesee yells.
"Hey!" I reply.
"How's Leeciy?" Logan asks.
"He's back in the hotel room, probably sleeping, he'll find me later." I say. "He always does."
"How's the search?" Annaliesee asks.
"We're going to try and find them today or tomorrow. How are you doing?"
"She's lost her fever, and her wounds are healing, so all in all, better." Logan answers.
"Is she still in the hospital?" I ask.
"I am, but I'm not under constant watch." Annaliesee says.
I take a long sip on my coffee, looking out the window at all the people.
People-watching has always been fun to me, mostly because August and I used to come up with lives for them.
"Estelle?" Logan's voice rings through the phone.
"Sorry." I apologize. "How's September?"
"He's good, been watching Cirus this whole time." Logan says.
"Okay." I breathe. "Can you tell him that I miss him, and I said hello?"
"You're such a mom." Annaliesee laughs.
I smile softly. "He's more like a younger brother, but I guess mom works too."
"I'll be sure to let him know you're worried." Logan says. "Expect a call from him."
"Okay, I will." I reply.
I hear a door squeak open, than Fran's indistinct voice starts rambling.
"We have to go, Bye!" Logan says, before hanging up.
I set my phone on the table, gazing out the big glass window at the front of the coffee shop.
Times like these make me realize how much I miss August, because if he were here, he'd be pointing out all the Vanessas and Stevens.
I take a drink of my coffee, my gaze falling to the marble table.
"I thought I would find you here."
I look up to see Leeciy, then smile softly. "Hey."
He sits across from me. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"She looks like a Veronica." I say, pointing at a dark-haired lady out the window.
He glances over. "She does, what do I look like?"
"Tobias." I say. "You look like a Tobias."
"How so?" He questions.
I shrug. "Just something about you."
"You look like a Camille, or an Iris." He says. "It's your hair."
I twist a strand around my finger, smiling.
He reaches forward and grabs my iced coffee, taking a few sips. "I say we go for a walk, or window shop."
I reach forward and swipe my coffee. "That sounds good."
He half-smiles, glancing out the window.
I slurp my near-empty coffee, standing once I finish.
"Ready?" He asks, standing with me.
I nod. "Let's go Q-tip."
***
Leeciy and I stand on the sidewalk of some bridge, over-looking a body of water.
Traffic behind us was busy, but we were pretty wrapped up in our conversation.
"Hang on." He says, glancing over my shoulder.
I look as well, two police officers were talking quickly on their radios, their eyes trained on us.
"Do you think they know who I am?"
He nods. "I'm positive."
I look down. "It's very unlikely that they have bullet proof vests, as they're just patrol officers, but they're probably calling some higher rank people."
"We don't have weapons, Estelle, we're screwed." Leeciy says, running a hand stressfully through his hair.
I grab his bicep. "We'll figure something out."
Sirens ring through the air, getting closer and closer.
"They won't hurt you." I point out.
"But they'll hurt you." He says. "That's even worse."
It didn't take much time for us to be surrounded by armed officers, all pointing their guns at me.
I glance over at Leeciy who seems to be running every situation over in his head.
I glance behind us, at the short metal fence blocking us from the freezing tides.
"Underground Girl, put your hands behind your head!" An officer yells.
Leeciy's eyes open, eyes searching mine.
"Trust me." I whisper, before leaping over the fence, falling to what seems to be my doom.
***
Leeciy
The second she jumps, every negative emotion seems to hits me like a ton of bricks.
Sadness, anger, hate, rage, even heartbreak.
I whip my head around to look at the bewildered police officers, whose guns were all still up.
I turn around in time to hear a splash, looking down at the water, a little smudge of red hair was apparent against the water.
'She's not a strong swimmer, and the water's freezing. She'll probably drown.' I think, before running towards the end of the bridge.
I sprint down the ledge, manuevering myself in ways I didn't know were possible.
The smudge was moving slightly, giving me hope.
I fall to a rocky beach, tucking and rolling so I don't break my legs.
I kick off my shoes, drop my phone into one of the soles, drop my jacket on top of the shoes, then jump in.
The cold stuns me for a moment, shocking the breath from my lungs.
I start swimming when the temperature of the water doesn't sting so much.
I reach her in a minute tops.
Her lips were blue and she was trembling. "W-what are you doing?"
"I'm helping." I say, looping my arms under hers.
Her fingernails dig into my biceps. "I'm freezing."
"I am too." I say, helping her swim to shore.
She falls to her knees on the rocky beach, shivering.
I grab my jacket and place it over her shoulders, to hopefully bring some sort of warmth.
"Y-you're an idiot." She gets out, her voice trembling.
I shake my head. "You jumped off a bridge."
"How are you not freezing?" She asks.
"I am, I just handle it better." I answer.
"Can we go back to the room?" She asks. "I may freeze."
The lights of the police cars diminish, leaving us trembling on a rocky beach. "Let's get back to the room."