Crazy Guy Crazy Girl Crazy Love

"I'm crazy. Compleately and utterly crazy. If you come with me I have no idea what will happen. Because I'm nuts." He explained to me, before leaving he turned around and added, "aren't you coming?" ************************************************************** Nina is bored. Bored of life, bored of school, bored of everything. Then she meets Daz, who is a self-admitted mad man who is anything but boring. What could possibly go wrong?


6. Chapter 6: Blonde

"I'm not sure I can do this." I admitted to Daz. We were in the hotel room bathroom, he had a tube of blonde hair dye ready to be used. 
"You have to, the police have identified you as a missing person. I need to dye your hair blonde and add in these extensions so people don't tip them off about your location." He explained. I sighed, twiddling my thumbs. 
"Fine. Just do it." I bit my lip hard. By the end of the makeover my hair was completely different, instead of straight, it fell in thick layers of wavy curls, the chestnut brown colour was now white-blonde. I'd also applied some tanned foundation, so my face seemed more tanned that the usual pale colour. I hated it, but at the same time, it suited the new me.
"You like shadow?" Daz asked.
"It will do." I answered. I got up and went back into the main room. I decided to turn the TV on, it was the news.

"Some sunny spells will be coming in from the east, but there could be some showers up north, particularly in the north-westerly areas." The over-dressed weather lady explained to the camera. The image witches back to the studio as the reporter started his next story. 
"Nina Reeds, a 17 year old girl from Bristol has gone missing. Nina was last reported seen at a concert in the local park, dunking coke onto a fellow teen. A text was sent to her aunt 15 hours ago announcing she'd run away with a boy she met on the night. Police are asking anyone with further information to comer forward and..." Daz turned the TV off. The silence in the room was awkward and bitter.

"You know I've always had a thing for blondes." Daz spoke, breaking the awkwardness in a spontaneous fashion.

"And I've always had a thing for crazy mad men who seduce girls into following them on 4000 mile walks and give them blonde makeovers along with ridiculous nicknames." I obnoxiously lied. He hummed in frustration and annoyance.

"I'm going to buy us some ready-meals." He told me, before I could even begin to say goodbye he was out the door.

I spotted his black jacket on his bed, I didn't think about snooping, but it found my way inside his coat pockets. They were empty apart from his wallet and a scrunched up newspaper article. I unfolded it, the headline read,
'15 year old Desmond Oakley runs away from home'. The picture of the boy in the article resembled Daz slightly, but the hair was brown not black, and he had a few freckles. My guess was this was his brother, was his brother a run-away? Was that why we were going to London, was his brother there? One thing was certain, Daz had some secrets he wanted to stay hidden. So I re-scrunched the article and put it back where I found it. I lay down on my bed, my back to the door.

When I heard it un-bolt I went limb. I didn't know why I was trying to fake my sleep, but I continued to rest by eyes in fake slumber. I heard Daz sigh, probably thinking about how lazy I was. I heard his footsteps approach my bed, a part of me wanted to run, but I kept up my act. My heart-race increased when he rested on the bed behind me. I felt his cold hand brush my hair behind my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck. Tickling my hairs. His arms encased me closer to him. By now my heart was off the scale, in fear and in love. It was that moment when my feelings were confirmed, I knew that I was in love with Daz. I'd fallen for the mysterious stranger who'd convinced me to run away by confessing his insanity. My head and overtaken my heels for him, he was my newest infatuation, would he be my next love? Daz began to hum an annoyingly perky tune and the moment was over. He was back to being the annoying idiot that I'd stupidly followed into the woods. I decided to actually get some rest, and fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up I was alone in the room again. I decided to watch some more TV and ended up with some un-funny cartoon with to many sex jokes. I opened up a bag of Doritos and flopped down on the bed, eating, watching and relaxing. The cartoon ended to reveal a girl I'd hopped to never see again, talking about me on the news.
"She's a very troubled girl. Anti-social, impulsive, violent, maybe even bipolar. She's been depressed ever since her dad died, poor thing. Nina, if your watching this, the only thing running is doing, is creating distance between you and your true self." Jade was splurging out emotional rubbish to the camera, it was obviously false. She couldn't care less if I came home or not, she probably just wanted revenge for the coke incident. I felt sad for a moment, Jade was the one talking about me to the press, it should've been a friend or at least some one I despised less, but there was no-one else. I had no friends in my old life. If that was my true self, I'll never stop running from it.

AN: Little bit of romance in this chapter... a spark has been lit.

Thank You All For Reading!


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