Living For Hope.

When Elliot arrived at my house the next day he acted as if the previous day had never happened. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or hurt about that, but I brushed it off. We had been completing the things on her bucket list for a little over a week and on monday, when Elliot, arrived, I suggested we just hung out for the day.

"Sure, what do you wanna do?" He asked as he flopped down beside me on the sofa.

"Uh, whatever, I just fancied a break." I replied.

"How about we go bowling? I haven't been in ages." He suggested, a child-like grin on his face.

"Yeah, bowling sounds fun, I'll just go get ready." I said before running up the stairs.

I was still in my pyjamas because I had slept through my alarm and woke up late. I rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly. I then walked into my bedroom and yanked a brush through my hair before tying it up in a ponytail. I tugged on a pair of skinny jeans and a long-sleeved sweater with a red heart on the front. I slipped my feet into my biker boots, grabbed my bag and ran back down the stairs. Elliot was stood in the hallway waiting for me and smiled when he saw me walking down the stairs.

After I had locked the door behind me he took a hold of my hand as we were walking to his car. My heart fluttered as his skin touched mine and I felt a small blush colour my cheeks. Even though he hadn't acknowledged what had happened between us last week, I couldn't get it out of my head. I knew that it was wrong, really wrong, but I couldn't help it. I was starting to gain feelings for Elliot.

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"Size eight please." I said to the person behind the counter at the bowling alley.

He handed me a pair of ugly bowling shoes and I went and sat down on a bench to put them on. I rested my foot on the bench and slipped on the shoe, tying it tightly. I did the same with the other one and then stood up waiting for Elliot. Once he had tied both of his shoes we made our way over to a lane. Elliot put our names into the computer thing and they appeared on the screen above.

It was my turn first so I selected a lemon yellow ball and picked it up. I walked up to the lane and swung my arm back . I released the ball at the perfect time and it rolled easily down the center of the lane. It struck the pins straight in the middle and they all fell down. I let out a squeal of delight and began to jump up and down.

"I got a strike! I got a strike!" I yelled in a sing-song voice.

Elliot chuckled, a cute lop-sided grin on his face. He walked up to me and gave me a high five before walking over to the balls and picking up a large blue one. He strutted over to the lane and turned his head to look at me before he released the ball.

"That was a lucky shot, I'm gonna destroy you!" He laughed.

He faced the lane again and swung his arm backwards. He let go of the ball at just the right and it rolled down the alley. It was a little to the left but when it hit the pins every one of them fell down. He walked back over to me and winked as I stood up to take my next go. I grabbed the ball and swung at the pins. I let out a frustrated groan when I only managed to knock down five of the pins. Elliot laughed mockingly at me as he got up.

Yet again Elliot got a strike and it continued that way for the rest of the game. Every single time Elliot got a strike and I nonly managed to get a pitiful three strikes. All the way home Elliot teased me and called me for being terrible.

"I'm not that bad! I'm just having an off day." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"An off day? Ha, sure. You were bad, face it." He teased.

"I wasn't bad! Sorry we can't all be perfect like you." I moaned, shoving his shoulder.

"Careful, I'm driving." He laughed.

"Whatever." I muttered, pulling my tounge out at him.

"Oh how grown up you are." He joked winking at me.

I had, had an amazing day with Elliot. It was fun to be out with him and not have a challenge to complete, but just to have a good time. He was a sweet guy and we got along so well, I just wished that we had come together under better circumstances.

As we were driving past the cemetery I asked Elliot if we could visit hope. He nodded silently and turned in to the grave yard. We got out of his car and walked through the cemetery, making our way to Hope's grave. When we got there I walked straight over to her, but Elliot lingered behind a bit, presumably to give me a bit of time with her. I knelt down and moved around some of her flowers before speaking to her.