drown (l.t)

Chapter 2 - Face to Face

(Louis' p.o.v)

As I drove down the narrow road, I reminisced over what had just happened in the few moments before. Lindsey. Beautiful name for a gorgeous girl.

I love how her long light brown hair cascaded down her back, followed with her kind brown eyes with a sparkle of light inside the each of them and God knows I need as much light possible in my life. Short little thing she was but it was super cute.

I liked her yeah, and it may be silly to develop a crush on someone while talking to them within the time span of 1 hour, but I have.

I stopped by Mcdonalds quickly to get something to eat, although I'm never supposed to be out this late, for my safety of course. Ever since that night, I had always had to be home early, and only be allowed an extra 4 hours out when I didn't have school. One day they'll find me I'm sure but until then I will try to decrease the casualties of it happening.

As I approached the average 3 story family house I called my home, I tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid my uncle's constant bickering about how I'm not supposed to be out this late. Although I am a 16 going on 17 year old guy and it's only 8 o'clock. I always have to remind myself that they're only doing this for my safety, and for that I am grateful. I miss my mum and dad terribly and it grows more day by day. I haven't seen them in 3 or 4 years and only talk to them every once in a while via telephone.

Surprisingly, I succesfully snuck into the house and up to my bedroom with my food, I planned on eating before I got ready for bed. I took off my jacket, and shoes and put them in my closet, and comfortably sat down on my bed and dug into my Double Quarter Pounder with cheese. When I finished, I threw the bag away and left the remainder of my drink on my sidetable. I went into my bathroom and took a quick shower, came out and put on some boxers and got in bed.

I took out my phone and called Lindsey. It rang twice until she answered.

"Hi Lindsey, It's me, Louis." I said trying not to express how excited I really was.

"Hey Louis, what's up?" She said with her normal soft voice.

The entire night we talked, and laughed, mostly her laughing though. She said her laugh resembles a dying seal but I have found it to be one of my favorite things about her.

I honestly couldn't wipe the smile off of my face the entire time we were on the phone, and we even have a facetime "date" tomorrow. I found out that she's a sophomore in high school and the only time she wasn't laughing was when she told me the complete story of her parents, I think she started crying even, but I couldn't tell. At that point I wanted to hug her tightly and tell her that everything would be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end. That's what I try to live by. Although I'm going through hell I always try to convince myself otherwise. Being positive is hard at times; and the darkness in me always seems to outweigh the good.

By the time we got off, it was 3 am and I went to sleep happier than I had been in a long while, she ignited a fire within me and now that it has grown I don't think it can be extinguished. But the thing that scares me just a little is the fact that I don't want it to be extinguished, but I think I want the fire to grow.

(Lindsey's p.o.v)

I woke up and looked at the clock, it was Sunday, October 21 and 10:36 AM. I was 2 hours late for work. I sprang out of bed and quickly dashed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a pony tail. I only put some moisturizer on my lips and put on some jeans, a California 49ers sweatshirt, and my 2 year old boots. They weren't uggs but they got me around. I grabbed my phone, and sprinted down the wooden stairs. I quickly poured my mother some cereal and kissed her on the cheek and I was out the door.

The speed that I was running did not do anything but increase the amount of cold gusty wind blowing at my bare face for 9 straight minutes. I got to the coffee shop and put on my apron immediately, checked in, and started taking orders. I forgot to set my alarm because Louis and I were up until 3 talking. To be honest, it was worth it, I learned alot about him and I told him the story about my parents, which I think brought us closer. I cried when we were talking about it, but attempted to cover it up with a cough. I lost about 7-10 dollars for me being late, which isn't beneficial at all.

As if my morning couldn't get any worse, on cue, Kyli Cater, what everyone saw as the most "popular" girl in school walked into the cafe. But I didn't believe in popularity, so in my eyes she was just another narcissistic asshole that got a rush off of making other people's lives a living hell all because she thought she was better than everyone else, because she was a spoiled little rich girl that got everything she wanted at demand and had never worked a day in her life. Back when I actually cared, I probably would've wanted to fit in with her and her little clique of opinionless followers but now it's the least of my wants and needs.

She untightened her maroon knit scarf, removed the matching gloves and put them in her coral Fendi bag.

Really? She wore a designer purse to a local cafe? And the award for snobbiest wrench in town goes to...

She walked towards the register with the clicking of her heels on her designer boots following her, could she be any slower? What seemed like 10 years later, she finally got to the register.

With a little less enthusiasm than normal, I spoke up.

"Welcome to the firehouse cafe, may I take your order?"

"Hey don't I know you? Lizzy isn't it?"

"It's Lindsey, and yes we've only gone to the same school for the past 6 years of our lives."

"Oh yeah, I remember you. Anyway, Lola-

I quickly and quite loudly cut her off. "IT'S LINDSEY L-I-N-D-S-E-Y NOT LOLA NOT LIZZY, LINDSEY."

Many heads in the cafe turned towards me, and Kyli was just stood there looking at me like I killed her dog or some shit. I left the register and went to the back to ask my co-worker if she would switch positions with me, before I went completely insane. She agreed and I began to wash the dishes as she formerly was doing. Throughout the rest of the day, as I washed the dishes, my hands become wrinkly due to the soapy substance, I anxiously waited for it to hit 7, so I could leave and finally get home.

7 o'clock soon hit, and it was a little dark out. As I walked home, with a faster pace than usual, I felt like someone was following me. I simply brushed it off, convincing myself that it was simply a figment of my overheated imagination.

I made it home safely, and in one piece, and helped my mom to her room upstairs and got her ready for bed. When I was done with her I went to my room and changed to some tights and an old tshirt. Then I remembered that me and Louis had planned to facetime that night, we chose to call eachother at 8, and it was only 7:30 so I decided to get a little more presentable. I put on some mascara and some lipgloss, and brushed my long hair out until it lacked all knots and tangles. By the time I was finished, it was 7:56 so I sat in my bed and awaited the call. As soon as the clock hit 8 my phone rang with the song "I write sins not tragedies" by Panic! At the disco. I hit accept and I was met with Louis' flawless face in the camera. I adjusted my camera so my face fit completely into the frame and then spoke up.

"Hi Louis!" I said with a small smile across my lips.

"Hi there gorgeous." He responded, accent distinct and intriguing. I blushed at the fact that he called me gorgeous. I hardly got that compliment and coming from him it meant alot.

The night was filled with him making silly faces and telling jokes to make me laugh, and me of course almost in tears due to my laughter that sounded like a dying seal. I swear I could talk to him for hours on end and never get tired of his voice. I wondered if he felt the same way.

The next day was Monday, another day of school, another day of judgemental adolescents. Highschool was the worst. Louis and I got off facetime around 12 am sadly, because I told him that I didn't want to fall asleep in class and we both reluctantly hung up.

I put my phone on my night stand and turned off the lights. I crawled into my bed and as I did every night, stared at the ceiling. I thought about Louis, and life, and mostly my Dad.

After a few minutes the sleepiness overcame me and my heavy eyelids finally closed, my breathing steadily slowed down, and I was asleep. Lost in my dreams. They always say that dreams come true but they fail to mention that nightmares are dreams too.