Hot cocoa/ l.h-chapter 2
Suddenly, it made sense to me. The way his deep, Australian accent vibrated through my ears, giving me goosebumps on my arms and the way his slight grin set a thousand fireworks roaring through my body. It wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together. Nobody else had irises as blue as the Hawaiian tides; eyes that reminded me that I was deathly afraid of drowning.The boy I left behind long ago seemed to be standing right before my almond-hued eyes.
I tried my best to hide my face so that he could not recognize me the way I recognized him. I cocked my head to the marble floor, hoping his oceanic eyes hadn't caught the sight of my brown ones yet. I thought for sure I would never see him again. I never knew it could be an option, but here he was, with his shiny blond hair styled/tousled to perfection.
"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you liked it," I said nervously, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah." He chuckled warmly." I haven't had cocoa this good in a while."
I nod my head quickly, wishing that this conversation would be over soon.
"Hey, what's your name? I can't read your name tag when you're standing over there." He said curiously.
Without thinking, I whipped my head in his direction, doing exactly what I had hoped not to do. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes lingered on me. He opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him.
"Excuse me." I said rather hastily, rushing back to the kitchen.
I almost made it through the kitchen doors, but a strong grip made its way onto my forearm. My body went rigid and all the color from my already pale face drained, leaving me resembling a corpse.
"Marse? Are you okay? How'd it go?" Leo asked, his eyed filled with concern.
"It was Him." I stated blankly, trying to conceal all the emotion that jolted through my body.
Leo knew exactly what I was talking about, since I explained who he was a while ago. I was talking about the boy I called my best friend at fourteen years old; the boy who was my ray of sunshine on a foggy day in Sydney. The boy who held the key to my heart; the one who was my only companion.
It was easy to bloom a friendship with the boy who lived at the end of the street. He was friendly, sincere and sweet. The bond we had was stronger than iron; it seemed unbreakable at the time. But eventually things changed, and we had to start a new chapter in our lives. It broke my heart knowing that he would not be a part of it, leaving me to write my story without him.
FLASHBACK- seven years ago
" I don't understand...why is this happening so suddenly?" My best friend asked, quite confused.
The truth was, I had known we were moving for two months already. I just didn't have the courage to tell him. I didn't want to cause him pain. He was my best friend, and even though I didn't want to lose him, there was nothing I could do to change the outcome.
" I don't know, Luke." I sighed, playing with the hem of my twill sweater, avoiding his icy gaze.
"What am I supposed to do without you? You're my best friend, Marse. I don't want to lose you. Ever." He said, as he motioned for me to scoot closer to him on his front porch.
I dragged my feet across the cement, trying to avoid the icky feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"You'll be okay," I said, trying to reassure the small blond next to me," and you won't lose me. I will always be here."
The icky feeling intensified with the fact that I was blatantly lying to my best friend. I honestly had no idea whether or not we would lose each other. My future was uncertain, and I had no idea what was to come with it.
YOU ARE READING
Hot Cocoa-Luke Hemmings Fan-FictionFanfiction
The world is a thing that constantly changes; it never stays the same. Sometimes life throws unexpected curve balls, causing us to start over. Though its not something we enjoy, some things just are inevitable and they have to happen. Sometimes in o...