The Elements.

Chapter 1; Moving.

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xoxo Chelsie

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I absolutely couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was being trapped in a cage like an animal in the zoo. I could not take the warm weather, the sunny days, the palm trees, nor the wind blowing in the blonde hairs of every superficial girl on the blocks of Los Angeles. I had to start over, with a new name and address, a whole new identity. I couldn't do it alone. Every person living in the state of California knew my name, and I wasn't going to let that hold me back.

I needed a way out, and Spencer was going to be my way. I pulled my iPhone out of my back pocket and scrolled through my recently used contacts. I called his number and he picked up, groggily answering "hello?". I knew that he was probably high, since drugs seemed to be his day job.

"Spencer?" I asked, since he didn't seem to recognize my voice. "Yeah who's this?" he quietly asked me, probably waking up from a nap. "Spencer, It's me, Olive." I responded.

Spencer and I were particularly close. Even though we had dated only a year ago, we were always really good friends before and after. I knew I could count on him for anything that I needed, just like he could count on me. And right now, I needed him more than anything.

"Oh Oli, hey." he responded, sounding a bit more awake this time. "Yeah Spencer it's me, and I need you." There was a moment of hesistation before I heard some shuffling of covers on the other end.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, being concerned. I knew I had grabbed his attention. "Yes I'm okay but I need a favor. A big one." I looked around my small apartment, observing all the boxes and bags I had already packed up. I knew my landlord wouldn't be happy with me leaving, since I'm believed to be a very good tenant, who paid her rent on time. But I was getting really tired of his seductive and inappropriate staring at me. Twice,  had he broken into my apartment and waited for me in my bedroom, half naked! Not ever again would that happen.

"What kind of favor, Olive?" Spencer asked. "Because you know I am on probation. I can't just be robbing banks for you." he joked on the other end. "Spence. You know I would never get you in trouble. Last time was an accident, and you know that you should be blaming that on Jo." Spencer lightly chuckled at my answer. "Okay I'll be over in a minute."

I quietly paced back and forth in my apartment, nervously biting at my nails. I didn't normally have this bad habit, but I was all out of cigarettes today. I flicked my lighter on and off as I sat down on the couch, waiting for him. As soon as I heard Spencers truck park outside my apartment window, I shot up and quickly unlocked the door to welcome him with a large hug. He stepped out of his pick-up, wearing jeans that were unexpectedly less tight than normal. His dingy t-shirt was stained with mustard at the collar, his open flannel blowing in the wind and his converse were beaten up badly. Yep, same old Spencer.

He took off his sunglasses and placed them in his flannel pocket and ran his hand through his light brown hair. He stepped up closer to me and I engulfed him in a large hug as he held me tight in his embrace. He was definitely my best friend. "How are you Oli?" asked Spencer just as he was letting me go. I stepped back, allowing him into my apartment. I stayed quiet, watching him observe all the boxes stacked up by the door. "What's all this?" he confusingly asked. I grabbed his hand when I knew that he had already figured out what the favor was.

"Tell me you're just moving into a larger apartment in the city. One with a less creepy landlord." he persisted. I stared back into his brown eyes, noticing all the sadness and hurt inside of them. I could only mumble the word no, hoping he didn't hear it. I decided that food would be the best way to tell him, as I pulled him further into my home and closed the front door. He sighed, pulling a pack of Marlboros out of his back pocket. "Do you mind if I have one of those?" I pleaded, desperately needing one. He handed me one, as he lit one for himself. "Look Spencer, I know -" he cut me off by placing a finger over his lips as I took a long drag of my cigarette.

He was always so understanding, so I knew he wouldn't mind helping me out. Spencer looked into my slightly swollen eyes, knowing that I already let out my grief and pain the night before. He blinked a few times before opening his mouth to speak, only to be replacing his words with his cigarette and he silently smoked it, without breaking his stare into my eyes. "Please talk to me Spence." I motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen so that I could make us a snack. I started walking away, only to look back and find a silent Spencer, still standing at the front door looking back at me. I kept walking into the kitchen as I sighed in complete frustration and looked through my fridge.

"Don't.. Don't ignore me Spence." I called back to him. I heard him walking towards the kitchen. "Olive, you know I love you." Spencer said looking into my eyes with all the hurt that he had mustered up in the silence between us. I did know this, it was no secret. "But I know you want me to help you move, and you know damn well I'm not going to help you with that favor." he sternly said. Me being an emotional person, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Spencer I need you. I don't want to be in California anymore! I need you to help me get away." We both flicked the gathering ashes of our cigarettes off into the homemade ashtray we made when we were small.

He sighed, knowing he had no other choice but to help me. "But you know I can't leave the state, I would be violating my parole. And I'm not risking that, not for this nor any other reason." I pondered his statement, wondering where the hell I wanted to go. I had eventually decided Seattle in Washington state up North. It rained there a lot, which I frequently enjoyed. Plus they have really good coffee and who can resist that? I looked at my pottered ashtray, then back at Spencer, who seemed ready to cry. I hugged him again, knowing how bad he was hurting inside. "Spencer I just want to go" I said quietly. He gripped me tighter and kissed my forehead. " I have to get away from my past." I said, shivering, and pulled back to look at his face. I wiped his tears as he slightly nodded at me.

I finished my cigarette as I quietly told Spencer "I'll be back for you."

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What did you think of Spencer? Does he sound like the typical hippie pothead?? I was going for a James Franco look, but with long light brown hair. Ooooo. c;

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