A thousand feet apart

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡 𝟜:ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ

Bianca's POV:

I see him around. Everyone does. I try to meet his eyes. Everyone does. He doesnt look back. He never does.

I wanted to tell him that my G-tube was infected because he was the one who took my cap. Its his fault i even have this wrecked thing to begin with. But i cant. All i can do is stare at him. He glew up. He honestly did. From the shaggy slouchy tween now he's...him. He reminds me of death. It's like he carries the vibe around him. His black clothes. His black hair. His black eyes. It's like everyday is a day of mourning for him.

These are the thoughts that race around my mind when i try to approach him for the second time this week. I'm standing in the door frame of the library seeing him from the corner of my eye, debating on whether i should go to him or not. 

As if reading my thoughts he looks up with a knowing expression, his coal eyes boring into my skin. It's too late now. He knows im looking at him, if he didnt already.

I straighten up, replacing my indecisive expression with a know-it-all one and as i take brisk steps towards him i see him put his blank expression on. The one he's mastered over years. 

"Hi," i say, making sure my voice doesnt shake.

He just stares at me.

"It wont kill to say hi back Cole," i suppress a sigh.

"You just cant stay away can you?" He says instead, amusement dancing around in his eyes.

"My mum wants you to come over," The lie slips out immediately and i cant take it back. It shocks me and apparently it shocks him too because he's staring at me with his mouth open.

Then he starts shaking his head.

"Thanks, im good," He looks at the book he's reading.

Something inside me deflates like a balloon. 

"Please," I whisper, then clear my throat,"Shut up, you're coming over, mum wont take no for an answer."

He looks up.

"Why?" he questions.

The answer to that would be: i dont want to be alone when i go home, left to stare at my pale yellow ceiling again, doing my medical routine, having no friends, no proper family apart from a drunk alcoholic mother who couldnt care less, a filthy rich dad who doesnt know i exist. I dont want to be alone. I cant be alone.

But that's not what i tell him.

"You owe me," I say before shaking my car keys in his face and starting to walk away, silently praying that he's following.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, i hear his graceful steps behind me as his long legs catch up with me.

"Next time you owe me," he whispers before walking ahead.

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Cole's POV:

We pull up next to a plain old house in the middle of no where. The cream paint is blistered and the windows are bare, with no curtains. I open the door of the car, maintaining a blank expression, and stand in front of a chipped wooden door which Bianca opens with a set of rusted keys in her hand.

From the inside, the house is different. It's got a pale orange carpeting, autumn leave wallpapers, a small cushioned sofa in front of an old television set. I walk towards the small kitchen to find the kettle hissing and a small wooden table with four chairs. Even though the house isnt that bad from the inside, it's giving me the creeps.