"You're seriously leaving for six weeks? What the hell am I going to be doing with myself? That's basically my entire summer gone!"
"You'll be staying at the Mitchell's, they'll be keeping an eye on you."
"I'm Eighteen in nine months, and you're essentially making me have a babysitter....thanks for having faith in me guys."
How could my parents just pick everything up and leave? For six weeks at that?
And of all people; the Mitchell's. They had 4 kids! Where the hell would I even go? Oh, and to top it off their eldest son, just so happens to be our school's 'Bad Boy'.
Fabulous. I was definitely going to be enjoying these six weeks so immensely.
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Lydia Matthews was your typically quiet, and subdued girl. She went to you typical school, with those typical bad boys, and typical jocks, and led a typical mundane life. Her summer was generally, just as typical as her life. She hung out with one friend, and spent her time around animals.
Alexander Mitchell was that stereotypical bad boy. He went out, he got drunk, was destroying his life, all you would typically expect from a character like his. Except, he's never had a girlfriend, nor has anyone bothered to get to know him. He keeps up his facade as an illusion. His summer though, was about to get a lot more interesting.
Oh and how he wasn't prepared to have that broken by that typical shy girl.
We were a team. A confidence team, gaining your trust and ripping you off for every penny we could squeeze out of you. Stealing millions between pickpocketing, elaborate schemes against the rich, and knocking off banks; we made it big. We were good, really good at what we did.
This time we were too greedy. We couldn't pass up a 4 million dollar art con. Each couple would have walked away with 2 million dollars and we could have settled down and finally started the family we had talked about for years.
But he disappeared......in the middle of the night, abandoning me.
Until he returned with a bullet hole in his arm and desperation in his eyes. Begging me to help him one last time, but could I ever forgive him? Could I ever look past his betrayal of leaving me in Tennessee to fend for myself and fight off the cops myself?
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"What were the first words you ever spoke to me?" He asked softly, his thumbs wiping away the wetness from my cheeks.
"No." I choked out. "Don't! I don't want to say it."
"You said...Hi, my name is Alexis and I just moved into my grandparent's house across the street. Can I play with you? And I knew the moment I laid eyes on you...."
"You were 10 years old, you didn't know shit." I croaked.
"I may have been 10, but I knew a beautiful girl when I saw one. And you blew the rest of the world out of the water. I may have saved you by leaving you in Tennessee, but at least you still had your grandparents. I had no one if I didn't have you."