When I was about a block away, i finally managed to get my face to look normal again, meaning no blush occupied my face. I sighed as I took my ipod out of my ipod, playing another random song from it.
I could be mean, I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake, I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
As I let the song fill my head, giving my body a small boost of energy, I started to bring up memories that I had long ago locked up, never wanting to relive them until I was ready. But this song just made me think of the "good old days".
(flashback ~ 8 years ago)
My 7 year old self ran down the hall of our grungy apartment, my feet making soft thuds as i headed over to my room. My dad just came home, along with my mother. Both my parents had smiles on their faces. But I was scared. They had a crazy glint in their eyes, the stench of alcohol clinging to their breathes. I ran into my room, locking the door and dove for the closet, moving the dresser over to see a medium-size hole, barely noticeable yet big enough for me to fit in. I crawled into the hole, my heartbeat picking up as i heard the doorknob start to shake. I quickly moved my dresser in front of my hole, successfully concealing myself before my father burst into the room I held my breathe as he searched the room, his feet shuffling around the room.
"Oh, Rose, where are you?" He kept calling for me, each call becoming more frantic, more angry. Soon, he started with the vulgar name calling, every insult known to man came out of his mouth. Soon, he just left the room.
I sighed as I looked up at the sky. At the time, I thought it was completely normal. I thought all kids had a secret hiding spot. I though all kids hid from their parents. I never knew I was so wrong.
I shook my head and started to look around me...only to notice I was completely lost. I sighed in irritation as I continued walking, looking for a street sign or something. Soon, I found one, looking up to read it. Haiku Road. Great. I don't even know where the heck I am. I sighed again as i slid my phone out of my pocket, looking through my contacts for Susie. I soon found it and called her.
Apparently, Susie would find someone to go and drive to pick me up. After everything was set, I sat down on the curbside, ignoring the cars that zoomed by and the random strangers that stopped and gave me weird looks. i rolled my eyes before i looked up at the sky, which was taking on an orange color. I glanced at the time on my phone. Wow. it was almost 7 p.m. and the sun was still up. Weird.
I looked at the birds that flew overhead, my full attention on them, not noticing the car that stopped on the side of me.
"You know, you really shouldn't do that."
i jumped before I turned to the source of the voice. Aiden. Well, that answers my question. Both Aiden and Colton are older. 16 at the least. I'm only 15, turning 16 soon.
I smiled as I walked over to him. "So, what brings you here on the side of the road?"
He grinned as I smiled at him, a twinkle caught in his eye. "Well, I got a call from one of my neighbor, asking if I could pick up their granddaughter for her. And of course I agreed."
I blushed as he looked at me, his grin growing bigger as I looked up at the sky again.
"So would you like a ride?"
I blushed harder as I just nodded, avoiding his amused looks as best I could as i climbed into the passenger seat.
My attitude picked up when i heard the song playing from his radio.
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy, wah hey
I stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar. He looked at me. "Yes?"
I closed my mouth and looked at the radio. "You like them?"
He grinned, a slight blush covering his cheeks. "Yeah. You?"
Now it was my turn to blush. I looked out the window, slightly embarrassed.
"I only like certain songs from them..."
"Ah. So which bands do you like?
"Hm, Three Days Grace for sure, Linkin Park, Tokio Hotel, Flyleaf and Skillet."
He seemed to make a face. "Okay, I have to admit, Skillet is an okay band, but you have horrible taste in music."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Don't diss the Kaulitz Brothers!"
He shook his head, as if he was embarrassed for me. "Fine then, music king, what do you like? Miley Cyrus?"
He made a face before he replied. "Hell no. I like Lamb of God, The Used, Bullet for my Valentine, and Breaking Benjamin."
I mock offense at him, causing me to get a very weird look from him. "And you say I have bad taste in music? Although I do like They Used."
And that's how Aiden became my first best friend here in Hawaii.
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Melt My Frozen HeartRandom
Rosalind, or Rose, has been having issues as of late. She is soon driven over the edge where she guards her heart from everyone. As she moves to Kaneohe, a town in Hawaii, she meets many new people, both those who are kind and those who are mean. Wh...