Lost Kids (a.i.)

ten

But even the happiest people are alone.

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LUKE'S POV:

I woke up early Wednesday morning oddly. I would rather sleep in another hour, but the light seeping through the cracks of the windows made my eyes wide and awake.

Tugging on my sweatpants I wore, I trudged down the stair to find last nights mess gone. Of coarse my two friends still slept in the living room. In the kitchen, a new pot of coffee had been brewed and the air smelled of lemons. In the counter a little capsule of Advil lay.

Then, like a flash of lighting, Wendy appeared. She say with her legs crossed at the far end if the table. In her hand, a small cup of tea.

" 'morning!" She smiled, taking a quick sip from her cup.

"Good morning." I greet back, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. I shuffle over to the pantry and take out the loaf of bread to make some toast. " I thought you couldn't eat?" I begin, trying to make small talk.

"I never said that, but I guess that makes sense. I can eat, it just like disappears." She snaps her fingers

And places the delicate cup down carefully.

"If it doesn't effect you, then why even bother eating?" My hands slide two slices of bread into the toaster, my head still turned to hers

"Why not?" Wen answers, throwing her hands in the air.

"Good point." I sigh and sit down near her as I wait for the toast to be prepared. As the room falls silent, her head looks down at the white cup in her hands, strands if hair falling in front of her eyes. Wen's cheeks begin to change into a rosy colour, spreading throughout her face. "What?" I ask as if I had done something to cause her sudden blushing.

"I didn't say anything." Wen glances up.

"No, you blushed." I point to her cheeks that were still slightly pink.

"That was probably a glare from the light, it was nothing. I swear." She clearly lies, her voice gets higher.

"Okay then." I left it there because I wasn't good with girls, god I couldn't screw things up with Wendy, she's basically everywhere. The sound of the toaster alerted my attention and I got to from the table.

I knew when I say back down with my buttered toast, I would need to get to know her better. It seemed as though I was the only one in the band that hadn't gotten close to the ghost friend. Michael and Ashton were constantly blabbing about how interesting she actually was.

"So, what happened to your family after you died?" I blurt out, mentally face palming at my stupid question.

"Uh... I think they moved into my Michigan house. I don't know where else they would go." She mumbles and sips at the tea once again. I notice a book sitting on her lap, it is clearly old and tattered, the binding delicate like a flower. Several sticky notes pop out of the sides.

"What's that?" I gesture to the book and crunch on the piece of toast in front of me.

"A book."

"Really, I would have never guess?" I laugh sarcastically.

"It's my book. A book of stories." She goes into more depth.

"What kind of stories?"

"My favorite stories." She states, picking up the book and placing it on the table top. "Someone left it at my grave the first year after and I took it. Someone had collected all my favorite stories and out them into this old thing."

"Who would do that?"

"I really don't know." She shrugs.

"What's your favorite one in there?" I continue to question.

"I recently have been enjoying the shirt story A Mother in Manville. Would you like to read it. I can lend you the book as long as you give it back Luke." I glance at the book. If coarse I wanted to read it, but I was the type of person to lose the book.

"I'd love too, thank you!"

"Page 928." She slides the book over a disappears just like that. I flip the book open and turn to page 928. I begin to read. It was quiet boring story to be completely honest.

The main character Jimmy is working for a writer in the Carolina mountains, chopping wood. The boy always talks about his mother, in Manville. I didn't understand why Wen liked it so much, that's until the end, when the writer goes to the Orphanage Jimmy lives at while his mother is working. The writer asks the lady who runs the place about Jimmy's mother.

"Jimmy doesn't have a mother." I read aloud. It made me think. I ponder reasons why Wendy would like the story, but I couldn't think of it.

"Morning Luke!" I was I turtles by Ashton.

"Hi." I mutter.

"What's that?" He too gestures to the book.

"It's Wendy's, she gave me it so I could read her favorite story." I tell the older boy.

"What story would that be?"

"A Mother in Manville. "

"So why so conflicted?" He asks, walk over and taking some if the Advil off the table.

"I can't figure out why she likes it. It's not a heart warming, sweet story. I do t see why." I explain my dilemma.

"She might relate to it." Ashton suggests. It was almost genius. I took a few seconds to figure out why she related to, then it all clicked. The boy Jimmy had made up the stories of his mother because he wanted the love of a mother so badly. Maybe Wendy wanted to be loved like Jimmy wanted it. She had been alone for so long.

It made me sad to think that she felt alone. She looked like the happiest person when I talked to her. But even the happiest people are alone.

{ hellooooo! I updated yayy! So I'm going tell you my adventure two weeks ago.

So it started at like seven at night, Saturday September 27th. My friends and I were outside the hotel the boys were staying in and my friends mom was getting inside info for us, inside the hotel. We made friends with the very few, when I mean few there was like 5 other people waiting there, people waiting and the bodyguards. At 8 5sos finished there set, it takes like 20 minutes to get from venue to the hotel, and I had a friend text me when 5sos left as she was at the concert that night. At like 8:25 a black car pulled up and went into the hotel, It was Michael and Luke, but we couldn't see them in the car. Just five minutes later the exact same car pulled up and it was Ash and Cal. Cal was in the back seat and ash in the middle row. We could see their outlines. I saw ash in his glasses and yeah. That's all we saw just their outlines, but It was great because they were actually two feet away. I mean before that I had never been in the same state as them so it was pretty amazing. I have a video of the second car pulling up, but you can't see anything sadly. So yeah... That was the closet I was to my babies. I did also have something similar happen with 1D , but you have to wait and read that part in my Harry Styles Fanfiction.

I saw #WWAFilm today and I cried the whole movie. Pcd is literally so bad. Every Saturday at 8:25 I think wow. It pains me seriously.

I keep having these daydreams during class where the guys come save me and it's so realistic but I know they don't know who I am, and I live in the middle of nowhere to them. Sigh. Hope you enjoyed... Maybe update Monday cause I have no school but probably next Saturday.

QOTD: have you ever read a mother in Manville?

I did for English and decided to use school in my story, so yeah.

Thank you for 250 reads!!! Love you all!

Sadie Rose xoxo}