Ephemeral Dream

Part Two

A/N: Damn. Its been aaaagggeesss since I last updated xD. Nope, I've got nothing to say to that other than well, I hope I can get back on track with things and update weekly <3

DEAR FUTURE READERS, I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I AM TRULY THANKFUL FOR YOUR INTEREST IN MY STORY, AS WEIRD AS IT IS. I'D ALSO BE REALLY REALLY HAPPY IF YOU GUYS WOULD COMMENT ON THINGS AND GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM <3

ALSO, please bare in mind that my writing style has changed... I'm not sure by how much just yet but you guys be the judge of that. So the first chapter might seem a little different than the rest as the story progresses. I will most likely re-write the first chapter, just not any time soon.

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Part Two

The drive to the grocery store was pretty short, maybe even shorter than usual. I didn't notice the time or anything at all for that matter other than the replaying of today's events at school.

Damn him. Damn Ethan for getting stuck in my mind, taking my thoughts off the important matters at hand- like..uh watching the road and the cars on the way to the store! I inwardly groaned at myself for being so stereotypical, replaying the events over and over again, slowly turning them into cringey memories.

Was I weird acting all 'actress-like' and actually playing the role of Juliet? UGH! I KNEW I shouldn't have gotten so caught up on a pointless reading in class.

Effectively face-palming, I slid my hand down my face only to meet my brother's curious eyes and lifted brow staring at me in the rear-view-mirror.

Blowing out a slow breath I looked away and faced the window only to notice the small drops of water sliding backwards from the wind. For the first time I tuned out from my thoughts and began to take in my surroundings. The radio playing, Olivia and Samuel talking, and the light pelts of rain that painted everything it touched in grey.

When did it start raining? -Well not really raining, a light drizzle if you will. But I guess with all that shoving and bumping around, the clouds decided to let off some steam.

"And they said it would be a 'deadly storm'," Samuel scoffed, pulling up into the parking lot of our local grocery store.

Sure, it did seem like the radio weather forecast may have been over exaggerating the supposed 'storm' but I knew better than to mock mother nature. She is a mother after all, and let me tell you one thing, mothers do not like to be mocked.

We quickly dashed into the store, I was left with the awesome privilege of getting the cart (did you catch the sarcasm this time?), while Samuel dragged Olivia to the junk section to grab his fill of chips and dips. After a lot bickering between the two and a half filled cart of chips later, we are now finally at the 'canned-goods' section of the store.

It was only when things between our group got quiet did I notice how silent the store was.

There was no chatter, not even the sound of other cart's wheels, or the occasional 'beep' of the cash register scanning items.

No footsteps. Nothing.

If a strand of hair fell to the ground, I'm sure the whole store would be able to hear it at this rate, not that there was anyone to hear it. It was completely deserted.