Never Let Me Go

Chapter 2: Next To You

"So this is where you live. You're not close to the plaza at all Keira."

He said my name.

"You... You remember me?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I? I see a girl in the rain, crying, with a bruise on her face? Who wouldn't remember that?" I touched my face unconsciously. He laughed.

"Don't worry. It's not there anymore. I barely noticed it before anyway. So, how'd you get it?"

"Get it? The bruise?"

"Yeah."

"I... I simply slipped."

"You 'simply' slipped at that gave you a bruise? That's not simple."

"Well, I was running so... Yeah. That happened."

"Oh! Sorry! You probably don't even want to remember it." I looked back up at him.

"Yeah..."

"You were running to my concert, weren't you?" He smirked.

"Kind of."

"Oh."

"What?"

"Straight forward, huh?" I blushed.

"No! It's just... I really like your songs!"

"Okay! Don't have to sound so offended."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey..."

"Yes?"

"Can't you smile?"

"Hm?"

"You look like a scared puppy. You know how to smile, don't you?" That question left me stumped. When was the last time I actually smiled? I can't remember.

"Don't tell me you don't even know."

"I... I don't."

"Why not?"

"We don't know each other that well and we aren't close friends so I don't have to tell you."

"Ouch! My heart!" He held his chest and feigned hurt.

"Justin!" His assistant called.

"Coming! See you later." He waved at me and went back across the street. I went back in the house after that.

"Good. You're back. Dinner's ready." Mom told me.

"What are you smiling about?" My dad asked me.

"Oh. Nothing." I stopped smiling after that.

The next day, I went out to the porch again and started writing in my notebook. But I was disturbed right away.

"Good morning Keira." He smiled at me.

"Hi Justin." I smiled back.

"There we go!" He sat down next to me.

"What are you writing?"

"Stories."

"A novel?"

"No. Just simple fiction stories. Not good enough to be a novel."

"Can I be the judge of that?" He put out his hand, asking for me to give my notebook to him.

"I think i'm alright." I moved the notebook away from him.

"Why? Because it's not actually fiction?" He smirked.

"It's fiction. Nothing more to it."

"Alright. So... Want to come over?"