Last Part Chapter 3. wha

We carried our grey and brown luggage out of the grand lobby and onto the familiar street we had been on. I decided I would like to go to a Topshop, which perfectly suited Calvin because there might be a Topman beside it. I can’t help but secretly love the passion Calvin has for clothes, I love it, his closet full of maroon and grey scarfs and canary yellow v necks, it was such a strange sight. I could not help but love the strangeness of a guy liking clothes, it was as odd as a girl having a actual personality. I thought it would be a nice distraction from the previous night, take my mind off of my situations I am currently in. I could not help but feel stress overcome me, the thing I was not sure about is if that was okay. Should I let this amount of stress be okay, and am I handling it properly. 

We passed the “Valentines Bridge” which was a strange site. It was shaped like a ever growing stem on a wildflower, its wavy metal with its curvatures seemed to imitate the plant, or at the least bit a snake on its path across a hot desert. The lifeless metal had a modern spin on the bridge, it must have been recently built. We walked upon its iron ladened bottom as I looked out onto the river. It was very calm, as was the day. Though it was early, around ten, the sky was blue as the wind was lifeless. The river was still, reflections of buildings were in abundance. The great multi level brick building beside the river seemed quite elegant as boats passed it. A mini Venice per say. I was walking forward when I had noticed Calvin had stopped, he was just staring, staring onto the great beyond. I walked over, trying to pretend that everything was okay, putting on a face.

“Heyo! Whatcha looking at?” I questioned, staring into the direction his eyes were buried upon. It was lovely, the river, the sky, it pulled you into the deep thoughts you have. Which is why I hated it, I didn’t want those thoughts, I wanted the shallow ones. Deep thoughts made me think about my life, my shit life. 

“Remember that one time you and I skipped school to go hang out at that bridge near the docks that lifted up to let ships go through.” His face glowed in the sunlight, ginger hair glimmering.

“Yeah I guess so, it was a pretty awesome day.” 

“Yeah, yeah it was.” He had just stopped his words, what was his mind on, it made my own mind race even more.

I remember that day, it was only about two years ago. We were at the iron bridge at the docks. We had decided to skip school because we were young and I was stupid. We had raced out of the school grounds, and just happened to land to the docks. Thus began my ever loving spot in Gloucester. We sat there for hours, watching the boats go by, talking about life. It was a cloudy day, clouds like a fluffy marshmallow or a polar bears white fur. They cast a blanket, hiding the aqua coloured sky from the two of us. He had made me laugh so hard I was about to pee my pants.The feeling you get when you laugh so hard that it begins to hurt, its how I felt for hours. 

The awkward silence was unbearable as I quit looking at the blue water from below to his pale face. 

“I miss it.” His low voice said, he would not break the concentration he had. 

“Me two.” I whispered, looking into his eyes as he looked into mine. It seemed to never end, I couldn’t quit staring, I was looking into his soul. I think I loved him.

No was my immediate reaction to this thought I had, it would ruin everything. Why must I be having this internal conflict anyway, why had I thought this, why now. I had enough problems as is, I didn’t need a Gossip Girl trauma into my life right now, it was the last thing I needed. 

“I want a nap, then Topshop?” I asked politely. What I really wanted were answers to my life right now, maybe sleeping would help. 

“Fine, I am wired, but blackberries seem to fixed bored cases so I will just look after ya as I text my life away.” He gave a great smile, the thoughts had come back. I could tell this conflict was going to go away anytime soon.

We found this cute little park, though I wasn’t sure of the location, Calvin had just asked were a park with benches were. The great oak trees sprouted up from the soft earth, its leaves abundant in green colours, various shades. I always loved how many shades of a certain colour there were. I mean you could have orange, yellow orange, red orange, and of course the crayolla colour labelled macaroni n cheese. We found a two person bench beside the brick walkway crossing through the saved patch of land. We both sat on it, as I rested my head on his shoulder as I slowly dreamt my current issues away, my eyes drifted away from the dark brown wood into darkness of dreams and memories. 

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The bulbs glowed its fluorescent light around the park, illuminating the trees before me. It was dark, neon signs finally showed in its presence. There was a slight fog lifting from the ground, I looked up, Calvin’s eyes stared right at me, it was a lovely way to wake up. 

“What time is it?” I groaned as I picked my weary self up, stood, and gave a nice long stretch.

“Around nine, you were knocked out, goddamn. I was worried if you were dead for a while!”

“Oh my god, I had things planned, I was supposed to go search for mum, shit!” I yelled. I was embarrassed I had allowed myself to sleep that long, I felt incredibly selfish. I could sleep, and forget about Calvin waiting for me, and my own mother. I was a bitch, you are right Lindsey, when you said that in Maths, 8th period in eight grade.

“I am incredibly hungry though! Can we please go eat, I havent ate since like noon.”

“Of course we can.” I was not going to give that invitation a second thought. He waited on that bench patiently for hours upon hours, it would be rude to say no.

We walked around Bristol for quite awhile it seemed, the river was lovely, it was still enough to act like a mirror onto the town. It was a Sunday night, very calm, just the soft noises of individuals carrying on there own life. I loved imagining what peoples lifes were like.I saw one woman, dark red hair, quietly sitting on the edge of the river eating her pizza by the bistro. She could be a secret Agent posing as a citizen in the pizza place down the river, or a real estate tycoon selling millions if dollars worth of flats a year. Spending her hard earned pounds on a piece of dough with cheese every Sunday, maybe it was a tradition. We found a odd enough place, it was called the Mud Dock Cafe. It was a place of character from the outside the restaurant appeared to be a old warehouse. The thick industrial windows with the brownstone facade gave a forgiving impression in my mind.

We went into the Cafe, hungry, (Calvin) tired, and (me) energetic. We were sat on the second story, our seat was next to a tremendously crafted round window. It showed the custom boutiques and lighted trees down the street. The interior of the room was just as charming. Its aged floor gave a impression of warmth and inviting presences as bikes hung from the ceiling. It was maybe a bit weird but I personally loved it.

We had enjoyed our food, it was delightful, and Calvin was jacked up on caffeine from one to many lattes. As I came back from the restrooms I saw Calvin with some people around him. Two to be specific, one male, one female.

“Hey Lexi! This was this girl I was talking to you about, that one in the lobby. This is her mate James aswell!” Calvin seemed estatic to meet some new people along the way. Unfortunatly I felt rather bad knowing I had known who Bailey was, keeping things from friends never ended well I guess. But she saved my life, and talked to me for hours. I could tell him I had planned on going here since last night, to have you see her at the inn. But if I were to tell him that he would just be upset with me for witholding things from him. I do not want to see him upset, its the last thing I wanted to see from him. 

However I had not met James, which was a horrifically stereotypical english name, not that I hated it, I didn’t mind it at all in fact. He was stunning though, I felt awkward and less important talking around him. Or in fact just being there, being in his line of site made me feel that way. He had a blue and grey striped open vee neck sweater topped with a nice heavy tweed jacket. His shoes matched everything, he matched everything with everything, it was impressive. to say the least. He held strong competition with Calvin in the well dressed category. His eyes were a dark amethyst shade, they were not piercing however, they did not make me afraid or anxious, they gave off a sweet, welcoming feeling. One of caring and restfulness. His mahogany hair was swept to the side, thick and very vibrant. He had one single mole near his right eye, not distracting though, just adorable. He seemed incredibly tall in my eyes, he was at least seven centimeters taller than Calvin, which meant he was basically a giant compared to me. 

I had to act like I had not met Bailey, which is rather awkward. I had to ask for her name, for a lot of things. We had gone out to sat at the riverside chatting for what seemed like five minutes, but apparently according to Calvin was around a hour. I could tell Calvin and James were going to be close friends by now, it was comforting actually. They seemed like twins, though James was a bit calmer, more relaxed, and polite. Not that Calvin was not polite, because he was, James just seemed more aware of his social surroundings. It was a nice think to look out at, the three of them laughing, almost 10 o’clock, sitting by a river in Bristol. If my old self could see me now, I do wonder what she would be thinking. I can only imagine being afraid, because I was still to this day afraid.

The two of them got up, both were generally excited, I was not sure why. 

“Hey, we have a party later, and such. I know you two didn’t have plans, I know you could use some fun, so we are officially inviting you!” Bailey had looked directly at me when she mentioned fun, she was right, I could use some fun. Calvin looked at me, officially giving me a yes or die look through the eyes.

 

“We would love to.”