The Unpredictable Five Book Two

Chapter Two ► I Know Places

"Lacey?"

Peter's voice snapped me back into reality.

My almond eyes had taken in the magnificent setting of Southern France as we sat at the Blanc Eau Café, the closest thing to Starbucks we could find. The blue sky bounced with color from golden rays of sunshine that illuminated the old, wearing down buildings that were built on top of each other like blocks from a child's set. Everything was rather square, in design the windows opened like a creased diamond, the walls were perfectly symmetrical on the houses that stood away from us, and in the large café sign across from the metal railed tables that were scattered in no such pattern other then the customer's preference.

The Café itself was more of a small coffee stand that had left various tables out in the cobblestone garden under the direct protection of huge sycamore trees and the blinding golden shots of sunlight that pushed through like rapids firing against the green leaves. Under the trees, the tables each held two chairs and one round table, the material metal like railings on a porch and black as night. Today it was mostly empty, minus two artists who had set up easels and were vigorously painting the surroundings, and an elderly couple that fed pigeons together.

They're table was scattered with design sketches that I was showing Peter and two cups of hot chocolate, mine with extra sugar and his with extra chocolate. He was leaning back on the chair, his legs folded and his expression calm as I daydreamed away. He wore tight river washed, ripped blue jeans with his old converse I had bought for him in New York. His plain maroon tightly hugged his stomach under his leather jacket, doing wonders for my attention. His cheekbones held that strong look that I had fallen in love with so long ago with his thin pink lips and smile. But the one quality I had always found the best about Peter were his eyes. The oval shape and deep sea blue eyes with their diamond specks of gold and green made me yearn for my Copics and a sketch pad.

"I was admiring the view Peter."I said, leaning back as the metal back pushed into my shoulder blades.

"I have been told that I'm quite undashingly handsome."He smiled and pushed a lock of his choppy silvery white out of his eyes for effect. 

"I meant of France."I laughed, sipping the hot chocolate.

"No, no."His grin increased."It's okay. Honestly, I'm like a tumblr girl."

I broke out laughing as he grinned wider. From the side, a short wave of wind blew some of my sketches away. I reached over to grab them when a hand swooped them up and gave them to me. I looked up at the face, a girl with long blonde hair and crystal eyes. 

Kelsey

But she wasn't here. I looked at the face again, and the features that were once Kelsey had changed into another girl. 

"Thanks."

"C'est bien, madamioselle."

I nodded, having no clue what the hell she had just said.

*insert me failing seventh grade French II*

I missed Kelsey. My thoughts left back to the day when I was fighting with my old friends. Words had been thrown like daggers, tears had fallen like blood. I was a mess, sobbing and screaming. But my friend was there. My best friend. Kelsey had taken me in and washed off the cuts and scars, making jokes and gushy comments that made me smile and laugh. Sometimes in the darkest moments, the lightest people happen to shine brighter than any hailstorm that dare cloud us. 

"LACEY WE'RE LATE!"

Peter grabbed my hand and held tightly. Rushing forward to the Nice Fashion Convention, where the latest line of Unpredictably Fashionable would be realeased, aka my new line. I plugged in my ear phones, turning the volume to max and tossing one bud into Pete's ear. I whisper the first line.

"You stand with a hand on my waistline, good its a scene, we're out here in plain sight."

He wraps his arm around my neck.

"I can hear them whisper as we pass by, its a bad sign, its a bad sign."

I lean into face him.

"Something happens when everyone finds out."

His eyes dart into mine.

"See the vultures circling dark clouds."

His mouth collides with mine and we both savor the taste of true and utter love for a moment before a car honks at us and we run.

"Love's a fragile little flame that could burn out."