All About Adam Lauder

Chapter 2

   

     Adam Lauder had dreamy eyes, a summer daydream with the mixture of the perfect blue sky and the soft color green of the coast. He was crazy tall, enough to pass for a professional basketball player, and I do really wonder why he didn't try that one particular sport. His dark hair was longer than the school's prescribed haircut, like that one of the many hot soccer players I know. Then, another thought. Was he that limp to not try any sports, though he looked passing for the standards?

I could say, he was only shy like a normal introverted person. But no, he actually wasn't. And coming from a public speaker, I actually approve of this. The guy had a rich tongue whenever he speaks, too confident enough for you to think he's arrogant.

Of course, remembering that one time when we had to debate in our Speech Class, the guy really knows that he's winning. God, his choice of words got me speechless, and never mind the thought I was bitter when I lost to him.

Honestly, he had potential in all things. But the guy really keeps everything to himself, doesn't he?

"I'm still thinking whether you know what you are doing, Jamie."

I turned to see Martha beside me, her face looked so concerned, like I was someone sick in the head. I arched one brow at her, and shamelessly shove one flyer to a stranger who happened to walk right in front of me.

It was Saturday, and we're somewhere in Greenbelt Park not to stroll, but give out flyers. The heat outside was killing me, but Martha unfairly looked gorgeous and unbothered, like she was the heat next to me.

"I perfectly know what I'm doing, pretty girl."

She stared at the flyers she's holding, then scratched a part of her neck, looking so unsure of what she's seeing.

Adam Lauder's face was printed black and white, and the bold letters of the word above was enough to tell the story.

"Age, seventeen. Eye color, hazel. Jet black hair. Six-foot tall. One-sixty pounds of weight. Last seen on November 16th, wearing..." Martha trailed off, narrowing her eyes at me.

It got me feeling awkward. I was sure those details were right because I got them from the only person who knew Adam the best than any person in the world.

It was Rose Lauder herself who told me that.

Martha's shoulders dropped, going hand on a hip. "You're getting ridiculous. When are you actually going to stop, Jamie?"

It was just only two days ago since I started out shamelessly giving out these flyers to anyone I meet around the city, and I don't think I'd give up any sooner.

"Until he gets home." I told her nonchalantly.

"Seriously, Jamie, you're not the one who's gonna save him."

For some peculiar reason, it made my nerves shudder. Saving was quite a big word. For me, I was only helping, but does it really applies the same? Well, Martha thinks of that.

"There's really nothing wrong with what I'm doing as long as it helps, Martha." I explained to my judging friend.

"Jamie, he's not really missing."

Yeah, I know right.

To whatever personal thing Rose Lauder had reasoned, it must've been about some serious family issue with Adam that made him leave home. If Rose didn't let go of Adam's missing case, the count down would have been about one-twenty hours missing, which means Adam Lauder could be dead by now.

What if Adam never gets back? That question never seems to stop haunting me.

If he's that reckless, then I don't know what to do. To think of it thoroughly, I was actually doing all of this for Rose. I just knew there wasn't anything to stop me from helping the lady to finally bring his nephew back home.