Shaving Cream (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 1 - Scars

I sighed, wiping back a tear as I turned the last page of 'The Fault in Our Stars'. No one else would know how much I was able to relate to this on a physical and emotion level. I wished I couldn't but I didn't have a choice, did I.

"Damn it John Green, damn you", I laughed drily before placing the book on the table.

Only my father and Cat, knew about this secret I had held. I had never wanted to been treated any different from anyone else as I had wanted to live life to the fullest without being held back by one thing that happened. I'd seen people treated with only sympathy after but I would never be able to handle that.

"Rose?" I heard Catherine yell out from the kitchen. Catherine's piercing blue eyes popped around the corner with her head of chocolate brown hair. I first became best friends with her when we met at the start of high school in year 7. We were both so glad to actually have made a friend so we stuck together.

Her parents both died later, when we were in year 8 in a car accident. I couldn't bear to see her in all that pain, but she got back up on her feet and didn't let it ruin her life, leading her to now be my roommate after we just finished year 12. I can tell she is still not fine, and she never will be completely, but she continues to trek on because she can't change the past.

"Yeah?" I turned to her before standing up from my bed. Grabbing my phone off the charger and putting on my beanie over my cold head, I headed out to the kitchen following Cat.

"What?" I sighed before plopping on a chair and grabbing a glass of water.

"Have you forgotten something Rose?" Cat spoke excitedly as she finished microwaving her pizza before grabbing a coke and sitting down on the couch. Groaning, I looked at her with confusion in my eyes. What now. "Does shaving cream ring a bell in any way?" she questioned while turning on the latest Halloween special of Pretty Little Liars.

"Shit!" I shouted before throwing my cup in the dishwasher and running to my room, ready to change out of my Elmo pjs. Grabbing a towel, I ran in the bathroom and turned on the shower before picking up a book and sitting down. My daily routine since it happened.

Books had become my hiding place from the world of darkness and truth. When my world came crashing down a year ago, books were my hiding place, where I would bury myself in a fictional universe where I didn't have to face anyone's problems

Once a year, Cat and I had a shaving cream fight with cans and cream-pies in a park, before we came back to our apartment and dialled one random number, hoping to have a conversation. It was a tradition we had started when we first met in our twelvie years, when we both went to a private girl's school, meaning we had no experience at all with boys.

I hopped in the Luke-warm shower, just the way I liked it, before quickly washing my body. Showers were my one place I could hear my own thoughts and just think about anything, which I appreciated in my current hectic life.

Right now, I was struggling with applications to Uni even though I was an A student in high school, meaning it shouldn't be so much trouble. Both Cat and I had decided to take a gap year before we began, so we could get a hold of life and have one fun year, before hell, known as Uni and work began.

Sighing, I began to shave my legs as always before I relaxed my muscles and just stood under the warm water, letting it ease my pain.

"ROSE! Get the hell out, we got a shaving cream battle to get to", Cat screamed before banging on the door twice.

Since it happened, I could never bear to look at the top half of my body as it reminded me of the times I didn't want to remember, even though I should be lucky and happy I am still here. Exhaling, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, before stepping out the shower box, into our small bathroom.

I quickly threw on some faded jeans with my Blind-182 t-shirt and my black wedge boots, with a spare change of sneakers for the cream fight. I didn't bother to put on makeup.

Walking out drying my head, I picked up my dirty blonde wig, and then slipped it on my head and giving it a brush.

Cat was waiting by the door, juggling the keys in hand before she looked up to see me. She smiled widely before skipping up to me and ambushing me in a hug.

"Ready?" Cat asked enthusiastically?

Putting a smile on my face, I took a deep breath and replied, "Let's get this shit done", before jumping down the stairs together with Cat.

"301!" we counted in unison before sprinting to our Range Rover to call shotgun.

These days, most girls wanted their little mini golfs or those other little petty cars in bright colours, but Cat and I wanted a black land rover to ram their little pretty cars over (as I put it).

Cat bounded down to the car and unlocked it before I jumped in the front. She glared at me as she hopped in the driver's seat, before starting the engine till it purred in a range rover way. To her, this car was her baby even though we both owned it, but I didn't mind.

A closed my eyes while leaning against the window as we sped off to the nearest target to pick up our shaving cream.

Soon I zoned out and Cat started babbling a list of stuff we needed for target such as her art supplies and more chocolate as always. We ate tonnes yet we were both lucky to not be obese somehow.

Absentmindedly, I nodded slowly drifted off into nothingness, having read TFIOS all night previously.

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