I wake up and Ellen isn’t in the room, I can smell something sweet and here talking, I rub my eyes ridding it of sleep and sitting up, I pad across the tiled floor with my bare feet and make my way out of her room.
“What are we doing today?” Ellen asked, I guess she was talking to one of the younger ones, I make my way into the kitchen as they reply with a shrug, Ellen has her back to me as she cooks, pancakes I think, Estelle sits on a bar stool as she eats one.
“Crap, you scared me.” I look up, Ellen has her hand over her heart as she holds onto the counter top.
“Are you okay?” I laugh and she stands up straight.
“Yeah, you didn’t make a sound, I thought I was only here with Estelle.” Estelle looks up at me.
“You and Ellen had a sleep over.” Estelle states making Ellen and I both laugh before Ellen agreed.
“Yep, we had a sleep over.” She nodded, before looking back at me, “Would you like some pancakes?” I smile.
“Yeah, thanks.” She smiles back and sits a plate of pancakes down on the counter top before fetching two more plates.
“You look cute in the morning.” I tell her and she blushes and gets cutlery, her hair slightly messed up, still in its pony tail, her glasses lazily slipping down her nose before she pushes them up using the bridge, her shirts hanging off one shoulder, she sits down on a stool, I do the same and be both grab a pancake each, adding the toppings we want before cutting it up and eating it.
“Can we go see a movie?” Estelle brakes the silence.
“What do you want to see?” Ellen asked her.
“Mr. Peabody and Sherman.” She tells.
“Okay, we can go see that, go wake your sister and Soap, tell them breakfast is ready.” Estelle hops off her chair and makes her way towards the stairs. “Sleep well?” Ellen asked as she ate some more pancake.
“Yes, your beds very comfortable.” I state.
“Glad to hear it.” she laughs.
Louis decided to come to see Mr. Peabody and Sherman with us, we had gotten all our things and were heading to our cinema when Louis grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, a group of girls now standing in front of us.
“Amber.” Louis greets one of them.
“Louis, hi.” She smiles flirtatiously at him, she also has a British accent, they must know each other from back home.
“What are you doing in Australia?” Louis asks, I look around to see where the younger ones had gotten to, they were just standing outside our theatre.
“Oh I moved here, a little while ago.” She states, “Maybe we could catch up, sometime.” She bits her lip, I look down at mine and Louis’ hand filling slightly self-conscious, the girls are so attractive and for some reason intimidate me, I pull my hand out of Louis’ grip.
“Hey, umm, im gonna just go take the kids into the movie.” I tell him, he looks at me for a moment.
“Okay.” He nods, I walk towards the kids, guiding them in but not before taking a glance at Louis and the group, his watching me the others not taking their eyes off him. I can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy, I don’t know why, obviously he was trying to avoid her by taking my hand, I shouldn’t have left, I should have stayed there and took the hint that he wanted help. I take a sip from my drink while the kids get settled into their seat, Louis enters the cinema shortly after climbing the stairs until he is walking down our row, he takes his seat beside me, no words spoken while we waited till the movie finally starts.
“Who was that?” I ask quietly taking a sip of my coke, my eyes never leaving the cartoons on the screen.
“An old friend.” He tells me I nod, “An ex-girlfriend, actually.” He explains further.
“How long ago did you date?” I ask nonchalantly, I feel his eyes on me as I take a peace of popcorn to my lips.
“A while before I came here, she never really got over it.” he shrugs.
“And you think that’s why she’s here? Because you are.” I look towards him and he nods.
“She’s…” he pauses, “Not right.” I let out a small laugh.
“You don’t like her?” he shrug.
“I have my eyes on someone else.” He tells me and I don’t know how I should take it, I nod my head and look back towards the screen, the convocation over as we watch the movie.
Two days later
I start making my way towards writing when my klutz side shows, I run into a tall figure dropping all the note books I carried in my hand.
“I am so sorry.” I say not looking up, scrambling around to collect the green note books, a second set of hand helps and I immediately know who the warm skin belongs to when our finger brush.
“You’ve lost the glasses.” I stand up fiddling to get the books in order before nodding.
“Contacts are a dream, aren’t they.” He laughs at my comment and I finally look up at him, his finger move to my face, brushing a stray hair that had fallen from my pony tail back behind my ear, I blush at his actions, why is he affecting my so much, I have not even known him three weeks and the slightest thing can get me blushing.
“I quite like the glasses.”
“That makes one of us.” I smile a tight smile before scooting around him, “Im going to be late.” I tell him and he smiles.
“I know.” I watch him for a second before backing way, “I’ll see you later.” He states more than anything, I nod and turn walking quickly to get to class, hearing his slight chuckle from behind me and soon im at my class. I step through the door, there’s barely anyone in the class just a group of three, people I don’t normally talk to.
“Great turn out for a first period class on a Monday.” I say as I shuffle through the books looking for the right one.
“Ellen, maybe you should get different coloured books.” My teacher laughs at me, I finally find the one I needed and pass it to him.
“It was on top, I dropped them on my way here.” He lets out another laugh.
“Thank you for bringing this.”
“I don’t mind you using them just please don’t share with anyone that im the writer.” He nods as he opens to a random page scanning over the hand written words.
“Do whatever you like for the class, I don’t see a point in starting the new topic.” I nod and take my regular seat, pulling out my phone where a massage from Louis awaits.
LOUIS: It seems one of your books are still with me, brilliant writing.
My eyes dart towards the stake of books, I count them including the one I had given to my teacher. Shit. I flick open the first pages of all the ones I still have reading the sentences to make sure he hasn’t got the one I so desperately don’t want him to have.
ME: Seems as though you haven’t got a personal story, more like something I did to waste time.
LOUIS: That’s a shame; I would love to read something you have written about yourself, maybe it will give me an insight to who you really are.
ME: Who I really am? I think you’re mistaken, everything you see is me.
LOUIS: I think I can a sure you otherwise, Miss Ellen, I want to know more about you, I want to know all your secrets, why you are the way you are.
ME: Some secrets are best kept secrets, some secrets could ruin ones point of view of another. Secrets for some and most people are dark and are kept to them self to protect others and them self, some people keep their secrets because it’s a séance of sacristy and sometimes it’s just because they don’t trust others enough.
LOUIS: That tells me a lot about you even if you don’t think it does, you have secrets and no matter how dark they are I intend to find out.
ME: And how do you plan to do that exactly?
LOUIS: I’ll figure something out, why don’t you just tell me, it will save a lot, on my part anyway.
ME: You wish it was that easy, we’ll see if you can get anything out of me.
LOUIS: Its interesting, your story that is, is the main character you? I mean the insecurities are just as I see in you.
ME: Great observation, Louis. Let’s see how much you can learn from a fictional story.
I frown, he has no idea about my insecurities.