Dead Roses

Blue

Chapter Eight

Nyke's P.O.V

I watch Lonnie as she silently sips her hot chocolate occasionally putting it down to eat her steaming grilled cheese sandwich. It's refreshing to watch her eat food. She is thinning and it begins to concern me. Her weight dropped greatly from the time I carried her home, to today, when we were gallivanting in the rain.

Small water droplets fall from the ends of her shoulder-length auburn hair, dripping onto her already wet top. She shivers as she puts the now empty mug down.

"Do you want to go home now? You're cold," I ask, shuffling in my seat, taking in the café's well-decorated interior. We are seated on a table against the only lone brick wall. Hanging from one of the plain white walls are small succulents and the rest have band posters. It's an aesthetically pleasing area, with divine coffee and hot chocolates.

"Yes please," she answers standing up. Before in the field, she was overjoyed, excited and vulnerable around me, but now it's like we're back to square one, where she is timid and could snap at me at any given moment. I can't help but miss her already.

I suppose it was a once in a lifetime event. A time I should cherish for as long as I am with her. Lonnie's smile is permanently engraved into my mind and I am determined to see it again. Her mirthful laugh is all I hear. I saw her eyes sparkle brighter than they usually do. They constantly look pained and hurt, but today her emerald green eyes were brighter, almost blinding me.

We walk out the front door, feeling the cold wind blow. My arm brushes Lonnie's as we walk towards her house. I feel goosebumps form on my skin, and I can't help but wonder if it's from the cold temperature or the touch of her creamy skin.

We travel in silence for a while, until a loud ringtone breaks it. Lonnie fishes her phone from her pocket and puts it to her ear. I'm surprised that after all the water that may have entered it today, that it is still functioning.

"Aliza?" Lonnie asks. On the receiving end, I can faintly make out the sound of a girl talking.

"Don't come back just yet," the voice demands, but it seems more like a beg.

"Why not? I'm cold and nearly there," she whines.

"I don't care, stay in a hotel for the night or something. Just don't come home," they hang up before Lonnie could get a chance to argue.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"My stepsister. I'm staying in a hotel for tonight apparently," she stops in her tracks kicking small pebbles around her.

"Let's go," I gently grab her hand and walk in the direction of my house.

"Where?" she asks as she trails behind me.

"My house."

***

We arrive at the front porch of my house and I allow Lonnie to take in her surroundings. It is definitely different from her large two-story house, with a well-maintained yard. My house is a small bungalow, with slightly overgrown grass, which Casey is yet to mow. It is an old house; however, the kitchen was recently renovated.

"It's not what you're used to, I know but it's-"

"-Home," she finished, sadly smiling.

I unlock the front door and gesture for Lonnie to enter. "No one's home, they won't be for a long time, they are all at the shop," I answer her unspoken conspiracies.

"Can we go to your room please," she asks, looking around the house as if she was in awe.

"I'm not doing anything nasty I hope you know," I smirk, and I can practically hear her roll her eyes.

"I don't mean that you idiot," she remarks, earning a snicker from me. I lead her to my room, which I thankfully cleaned before I left the house today. In the corner of the room, pushed against the window is a double bed covered in all shades of blue linen. There are no pictures or posters hung on the walls, which are painted a light blue. A desk is in another corner of the room with books piled sky-high. Instead of a bedside table beside my bed, there is an acoustic guitar which is also blue.

"Blue," Lonnie nods, as she pulls the desk chair from the desk.

I open my wardrobe door searching through my neatly folded clothes, finding a black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Change. I-I'll go into the bathroom or something," I stammer, putting the clothes on the desk beside her.

"Nyke?" she shyly asks, I hum in response, "do you have anything... worn?"

I small smile and look through my laundry basket for something worn, but not anything foul-smelling. I fish out a pair of black sweatpants this time, as well as a black and yellow batman top. I step out of the room as she changes, twiddling my fingers until she finishes.

"I'm done," she says, opening the door for me. I'm immediately breath taken. The t-shirt is large on her, but it still shows her curves. Her legs are covered by the black fabric of the sweatpants, making them look shorter than usual. It's adorable yet enticing. What the hell?

"Moving on," I mumble under my breath, entering my room.

"I want to be honest with you," she throws herself in the middle of my bed, as I sit cross-legged on the corner of it.

"I'm all ears," I say.

"I don't know why I'm this way," she begins, sitting up, pulling her knees to her chest, "like, its either I'm angry and I snap at everyone or I can't force words out of me, and I become this sad, shy girl. On very rare occasions I'm happy. It's a foreign feeling when I'm happy. I like the feeling, but I'm not destined to be happy."

"You are destined to be happy. You were born to be happy, I know it," I argue softly.

"I was born to be angry. I'm made up of anger. Without it, I'm simply just a bottomless pit. I don't even understand why I'm angry anymore. I really don't. But something still fuels me from within, like an undying flame. All I see is red. It scares me. It scares me so damn much," her sweet voice breaks as she finishes, but no tears were shed.

"Are you going to cry?" I ask as Lonnie raises her eyebrow at me.

"Scream?"

"Break a window?"

"Punch me?" I throw suggestions at her. Much to my surprise, she laughs. A loud, mirthful laugh. The loud and mirthful music, which fills me up with glee.

"Blue, your such an idiot," her laughter dies down, as my eyebrow perk up.

"Blue?" I ask.

"Blue," Lonnie nods, "I'm Lonnie, you're Blue," I smile at my new nickname.

"Well, Blue has something to tell you too," I say, deciding she should know, after being so open with me. It's a secret I've kept with myself, for six years. I thought of it as a burden, for the longest of times. But really, it is just a blessing in disguise.

"Hit me," she responds, already listening intensively.

"I'm adopted."

Hello everyone, thank you for reading this chapter. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Nyke is adopted. This chapter was kind of a filler, but a chapter will be coming soon. So hold your horses, hehe. Share comments and vote!

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