Chapter four .
Lynette's POV.
Curiosity about life in all of its aspects. I think, is still the secret of great creative people.
I'm curious about people, that"s the essance of my acting. I'm interested in what it would like to be you. I walk around in my own shoes acting like I'm in your's or the girl walking infront of me. In my mind, I'm not myself, I'm a thirty year old female who has three kids and a bad love life; I'm divorced and weak. Then I'm a little girl who only lives with her dad and plays with all the other poor kids in the dirt while having the time of my life.
The future belongs to the curious. The ones who aren't afraid to try it, explore it, poke at it and queston it. We jump the bridge and climb the tallest trees, we roam the abandon house and look trough the old car in the parking lot of the old high school, nudge at the people who wont open up and needs more then 100% .
The imporant thing is not to stop questiong. Curiosity has it's own reason for existing. You may get annoyed when your mind always wonders, others may get annoyed when you're always questioning and exploring. But you be the best you, if the resting home that's been closed for 10 years chatches your attention, explore it just don't get caught. Maybe there needs to be more investigating on who stole the girls phone, keep asking questions and searching.
The sign of intelligence is that you are constally wondering, idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they do in thier life. I can never make an 100% decision, after choosing an opption I always wonder what I could be doing if I went down the other road.
"I'm telling you, we're lost." Harry laughs .
"I- I thought we could have found a diffrent way to the confrence!" I tried backing myself up but gave into Harry's contagious laugh.
"Then we should turn around and go the right way." Harry mocks me and slung one of his strong arms around my shoulders.
I couldn't help but gasp at the sudden touch and after a couple of minutes I let out the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding. Harry's grip around me tighted; he rubbed small circles on my left hip bone and his warm touch was gone when he both walked into oppisite directons.
"Where are you going?" I turned around realzing we were going two diffrent routs.
Harry laughed, "This is the way we went, I'd listen to me considering we already got lost because of you."
I knew I was right about this but apart of me wanted to know what would happen if me and Harry got lost again and what we would do and talk about. So acting like he was right I walked up to him and we walked side by side.
"Lynette?"
I looked up to him still walking in sync, he makes me love my name. He held a straight face; looked a little nervous. His eyes never left my face as he studies my features. We locked eyes, his perfect green eyes looking deep into my plain brown ones. His eyes sparkled when the little bit of sun we have shinned on them.
"Yes?" I smiled.
"I-" He lingered on, "Ca- Could I do somthing?" He asked and his face made it seem like he regreat asking me.
I stopped walking all together, rubbing his shoulder letting my hand fall down his arm and softly brush his hand. He pressed his red lips into a thin line and his right dimple popped.
"Do yooou- Can I, Agh" He groanded rubbing his eyes, "Could I- hold your uh h-hand?"
My heart fulttered and my knees went weak, that was the most awkwardest and cutest thing Harry could do. 70% of me wanted to intertwine our fingers that second but the other 30% didn't want to get this feeling.
But how could I say no? Harry seemed so nervous just asking me, he might get the wrong impression if I say no. I shook my head yes with a little smile on and immediately he let out a big breath and smiled back at me.
Harry slowly grabbed for my hand; first his fingers slid down my forearm and fell perfectly between the spaces of my little fingers. His big warm hands over mine and he rubbed the nuckle of my index finger. Which made me melt even more, I was snow in the rain.
Me and Harry walked more down the road until I relized it was darker and I never told him we were going the wrong way.
"Harry, we're-" I turned to face him but behind him was this big, old, and dirty two-story building.
I felt my eyes light up as I looked at the place and I let my curiosity get the best of me.
"We have to go in there." I pointed at the dilapidated building.
Harry tried to turn around to see it and still hold my hand which pulled me closer to him and I accidently stepped on his foot.
"O-oh I'm s-sorry." I tried apologizing but I couldn't help but smile.
"It's fine, we can't Lyn, we have to find were the hell that conference, it's mandatory." He imiated the guard who told us the time and place.
I scoffed "Pleaseeeee, just a couple of minutes."
Harry gave in and I got so happy to explore a new place; somthing I haven't done in a while. I jumped up and down in place practically squealing. I jumped on my tipy-toes to reach Harry's hight and kissed his cheek without thinking of what I was doing.
I let go of his hand and ran to the open gate, hoping over a pile of logs. My palm felt cold without his in mine. I don't know if Harry was behind me or not but my mind was more on what I was going to find when I enter this place.
The top of the door was broken and knocked down, so with a slight kick it fell altogether. Once the wood slammed to the concrete floor and made a booming sound I looked behind me to see Harry's reaction. His whole body jolted at the sound, he didn't see it coming.
I laughed before walking fully into the unknown building.
A couple minutes passed and Harry hasn't said anything about us leaving, yet. I found some really interesting stuff.
"Wow, This is wicked!" I speak in a lowerd voice as my hand touches the dusted items on the desk and when I turned my head I found the stairs to the second floor.
"C'mon Harry, let's go!" I grabbed his hand and dragged him up stairs before he could even protest.
I spent minutes looking trough stuff and I hadn't found anything that caught my attention, until I came into a study. The walls were covered in maps, blue prints, pictures and plans. Plans, Plans for what?
I walked closer to the wall and let my hands touch the polaroid pictures of random people. Each portrait had words on the back like their background story.
I picked one up, it showed a man of around fourty five with a strong jaw line and a slight beard covering his face with a matching mustache. His hair split down the middle and swooped down until it meet his ear and was pushed back. His dark brown eyes were covered by tiny circular glasses;
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This chapter was going to be long, it was about 1900 words but I took that out to make it it's own chapter . Meaning I'll post in a little bit too. I finally got the ending down and how this whole thing will go so I'm happy. Plus, I have a little over 60 reads and I thank you for actully reading it means a lot ! :) Don't forget to vote and comment, comments are the best. :) x Luv youu
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