touch || c.h

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intro

It was a fairly sized city, people were out for the most parts of the days. It was a nice college town and everyone loved it.

There wasn't much violence, but we had many suicides. I hated talking about them, since my older (and only sister) decided to take her own when I was only ten. She was eighteen at the time, just days before her birthday. She said how she hated birthdays because they were he least favorite days of the entire year. I never understood her and I still haven't. I always looked up to her. She was like my mentor. Always picked me up when I was down. Made sure I felt safe at night and that my doors were locked while I was sleeping because my parents were 'untrustable' you could say. I still haven't figured that out they're just really.... Ugh, whatever.

I work at a coffee and tea shop slash cafè downtown. Well, technically, I own it. Due to the fact my parents don't take care of it and never even stop by the place anymore, its mine. The front is old and unique in a way, with a sign on the wall that spells out 'Blue Door Cafè'. Theres two italian set tables that sit inthe front along with chairs and cute little green plants that sit in the window sills with lights that droop from wooden poles we put up. But the inside is a total 'teenager hangout'. More lihts hang down from the ceiling and covers almost all of the roof. With a large chalkboard wall with many different quotes, drawings, names, phone numbers, and pictures in them. All from the kids in the neigborhood. The other wall is painted a light blue and has wooden shelves to match the flooring, on the shelves we have our tea and coffee bags that we sell to the community. Infront of it is our cash register, the two stove tops that heat up out tea, and two coffee makers. Plants are put along the elevated sides so that the others can't watch out secret mixtures. As the shelves end, they meet at a book case that holds many different stories. And on the last wall, there are pictures of all the ones who have taken their lives including some of my closest friends. Its almost like an memorial if you think about it. Flowers surround the wall with lights that surround it. Tables, like the ones outside, are spread out through the area along with a fuzzy white almost cremè carpet. All the kids hang out here.

I live about ten minutes away from the shop so its a quick drive. Our house is decent sized, with only three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a cooking area, and a living area, its perfect for our family. My room is teenager-like. I have lights that swing across the sides, a wooden desk that holds all of my school things and pictures of my friends and I stands next to my sleeping area, a mirror with light blue boarders hangs on the wall next to my desk, a book case filled with many books that I have re-read so much that the backs are breaking, my closet that is over loading with clothing of different styles sits embedded in to the wall, and my bed that covers most of the area in my room that is also light blue, has many pillows and a giant comfortor that sits atop. Might I add that it is on top of a small box that is elevated a foot up above the wooden floors.

My sisters room has been cleared out and made into a guest room. Which is all white everything, besides pink tulips that are new every month from the market, that sit next to the bed. My parents' room is a mess, a disgusting pigstye you could call it. Clothes everywhere and everything is all over the place. It is never clean and my parents are never home, so it works. I just leave the door closed because it reeks of something unearthly that no person could ever describe. Our cooking area is simple and modern, with wooden cabinets and pale yellow walls, it seems perfect. A small white table sits next to a 180 degree window at the back of the kitchen, overlooking the enormous spruce trees that grow in our back yard. On top of the table sits a slim and tall glass vase that holds a white tulip that is new weekly, (Iam very fond of the white ones). Our living area walls hold pictures of our whole family before everything happened. A white couch is against the wall across from a tv and our computer. Plants are in the corner of the room that sit on different leveled pedistals. a big light cascaded down from the ceiling gives the room its only source of light besides the other window on the wall.

Our neighborhood contains all of my friends who haven't died yet, which is about six or seven. Michael, is a crazy outgoing kid once your get him to feel comfortorable around you who has a new hair color every month, so he's technically a rainbow. Ashton, is a genuine guy who you only meet so many times in your life, he is extremely important to me in a way that nobody will ever know. Luke, is, well, shy... you could say, like he is awesome and funny and hes just Luke, there is no way of describing him. All of them are aussies with hella fine accents that could make me melt but they're like my brothers so that can't happen. Then theres this new kid, Caulm, Caylum uhm.... OH! Its Calum. And he's I guess a 'bad influence' ya ok whatever.

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It was the clove of Fall, the leaves had just changed from their brilliant green to a sunset orange that will soon be a killer red. The weather channel had called for snow tonight and I'm extremely excited. Because whenever the snow starts to fall, we can now make our glorious hot chocolate.

I was tired as hell. My body ached and groaned with every step I take. My arms feel like jelly and I'm just ready to sleep. And on top of all of that we've been extremely busy and that just makes the cherry ontop of the cake.

I was leaving the shop, I had to work late tonight because I was the one who had to clean up for the week. Boone was quiet at night, your occasional people walking down the streets coming from god knows what and who knows where. The snow had just started falling to the ground, getting whisped around by the occasional wind. I could see my breath infront of me as I made my way to my car.

I reached for my keys and felt around for them. But for the best of my luck I just had to leave them in the shop but I just had to have my keys to lock up. I turned back to walk into the shop to run into something hard. I fell back and hit my car, coming face to face with dark brown eyes. I looked up to see a boy with a protrudenr jawline that could cut cake if it wanted to, his hair had a blonde streak and was styled into a quiff. Upon his clothing was all black everything. Black converse, black jeans, and a black hoodie. He was like a god standing infront of me.

I tried to move around him but he moved the same way as I did. "Can you please move over?" I asked getting annoyed with his behavior at this time of night.

"Why would a pretty girl like you be out so late at night? Hmm?" He pondered at me, almost mocking me.

"Excuse me?" Relpying and getting even more annoyed with him.

"Well, I thought you would need these to get home." He said in a deep heavenly accent, almost like the boys' and dangled the keys infront of my face.

"Yes, indeed I do need them." I said reaching out to grab them and he jerked his arm backwards farther away from my reach.

"Ok," I said "What do you want, money? Cause I can give you mone-" He put his hand over my mouth and came close to my face.

"I need you to help me with something, but you'll find out when I need you. If you agree, you get your keys back.... If you don't, your car is mine." He said with a smirk on his face that would have make me gone weak at the knees if I wasn't in shock.

"Ya sure, give me my keys." I said not carjng and just wanting to get home. I elongated my arm to its fullest extent, freezing to death and about ready to fall off due to its jelly-like form at the moment, he raised his hand so it would meet at mines level.

He took my hand and I could've sworn I felt electricity. It was like a shockwake being sent through my body. I felt the cool metal of my car key slide into my hand. He interlocked my fingers with his and i instantly warmed up. I was tugged into him to hit his chest, yet again, and I looked into his brown almost black eyes.

He leaned down until his lips were mere millimeters away from mine and spoke just above a whisper "Thanks." He turned with the slightest smirk on his face and dashed off into the night leaving me dumfounded and alone.

He was very odd though, I saw no emotion in his eyes, they were almost dead. But when I felt his touch, he was definatly alive.

And I was certainly awake now.