Talia- KING PRINCESS FANFIC (finished)

Fourteen

Kp

I rode the bus to and from Calabasas many times this summer it feels like. But never as much as I did today. My hair was pinned back and I was dressed in black. The petals of the flowers in my hand began to fall neatly in a pile below me on the ride. It was a little after six now and I left the apartment at noon, with plans of being at the calling hours on time at 1:30. But here I am, getting off just to hop right back on the fucking bus.

Every time I got off images of Talia falling to her knees, screaming in pure agony haunted my mind. I thought about the first time I had seen her cry on the elevator in New York in comparison and nothing could. With every rasp of her cry, you heard her heart break with the sound. So, I would sit at the same spot and wait for another bus headed towards the blvd. When I'd get there I would think of comforting her and checking on Jessie, then I would get back on.

I took my jacket off and folded it in my lap as the bus headed to Sunset Blvd. I knew this was my last ride, I couldn't go now. I'm sure everyone was long gone and showing up at this hour would be too weird. Well, showing up at all would be weird. My head was pressed against the window as I watched the city life fly by. People were laughing, dancing, texting and carrying on without a clue. No one out there knows that somewhere in the Upper West Side was a beautiful girl with a broken family on their absolute worst day. No one knew about Talia's grandma, or the burial. No one knew the tears Talia had shed today or the pain she was feeling. No one, not even me.

I hadn't seen her since her birthday party and her name didn't pop up on my phone screen in awhile. But there it was vibrating in the palm of my hands. I sat watching the picture of her face before answering the call.

"Hello?" I answered with regrets.

"Hi KP," I Jessie's voice could've passed as Talia's but my heart didn't race the same. "It's, um, Jessie," her voice was low as if she was not supposed to be on the phone. "By chance are you with Natalia?" She finished.

"No," I replied quickly as the bus dinged indicating it was my stop.

"Look, you can be honest. Everyone is looking for her, I won't tell if you are," her voice was cracking. "I just need to know she's okay, it's not like her to just disappear," she stated.

"Yes it is," I thought before growing concerned. "No, really she's not with me. I'm sorry J. I will call you if I see her," the flowers fell to the seat I was sitting at as I rushed off the bus. "Did you try Harry?" I asked growing more concerned by the minute.

"He's um, he's here with us now," she said as if she was sparing my feelings. "Anyway, thank you. Bye Mikaela," she sounded so sad as she hung up the phone.

The bus drove off and left me standing at the edge. It occurred to me that it was Thursday's and those were spent in the studio. I couldn't think about my music when Talia was out roaming around L.A without her phone and most likely alone.

With my phone still in my hand, I dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered and I checked to make sure I called the right person.

"Lala?" I questioned sitting down on the bench next to a family waiting for the next bus.

"Yeah, what's up? Heard you were in the sunny city," she coughed as I focused on the music behind her voice.

"Yeah, hey I need a favor," I got right to the point, but I really had no other choice.

"I'm dying, but anything for my KP. What's up?" The music from the background got softer.

"Do you remember that beach house I had you pick me up from a few months ago?" I asked hopeful because I had no idea how to get there.

"Yeah, it was real close to Izzy's, why?" She questioned with another cough.