A bunch of guys were at the entrance. A curly haired guy was mad at another guy, much older than him and much more build. Harry. Another one was rubbing his temples, eyes closed. Liam. The third one seemed dead, to be honest. It was evident he didn’t cared about he’s appearance for the moment. Louis. There was one who was looking at the ceiling, not giving any attention at what was going on around him. Zayn. And last but not least, the blond haired boy I’ve met two days ago was looking around, annoyed. Niall.

‘’Yup, that’s them.’’

‘’They don’t look like a band to me.’’

I nodded. Just when I was about to turned to Shellie, his blue eyes attached their view on me. We stared at each other, surprised to see us again. His lips curled up and he waved at me.

‘’Wave, you idiot!’’ Shellie smacked her hand behind my head.

‘’Ow! Alright, alright!’’ I did what Shell told me.

His attention was dragged away by Harry who was yelling louder. I assumed it’s about what Niall told me the other day when we entered the General Store; they can’t have a cellphone, a computer or any other object that they could use and communicate with the world. It’s mainly with their fans, but it also means they can’t contact their families.

Niall explained me that Harry was addicted to his phone. He can’t function if he doesn’t have it in his pocket or between his fingers. I think that’s ridiculous and pathetic. We don’t have that much electronics; we have the basis (televisions, some computers, telephones, cellphones, a few consoles, etc.). We’re not that distant from the society of these days.

Okay, we are. A lot.

Anyway, here, even if we are not the most electronically advanced, we still used them, but not to the point of being addicted to it. People around here are hooked to other things, like drugs.

At least Harry is not on drugs. I hope.

That restriction bothers Harry a lot. He can no longer have his phone on him.

I was thrown back into reality when I realized Niall was pointing at me, looking at Harry. He threw his hands in the air, rolling his eyes. A faint ‘fuck you’ moved Niall’s lips. My ears winced at the swearing. I hate curses. I never speak a word of profanity, unless my head is fuming, but I’m barely reaching this state of mind. Why spending my time in an exasperated mood about little things in life? I prefer enjoying every bits of it, even if it’s difficult to.

‘’I think they’re coming over here.’’ Shellie remarked.

Indeed; Liam, Zayn and Niall were walking towards our table.

Louis, completely in another world, didn’t paid attention and stayed at his initial place, while Harry was glaring at me, eyes burning of rage.

What?

‘’Hey Lyvia. Nice to see you.’’ Niall smiled.

‘’Hey.’’ I looked at the three boys in front of me; Niall was just like the first time I saw him: tired. He was wearing a green khaki winter coat. The inside of the hood was a plaid red and black pattern, black boots and light chestnut pants. His hair was placed in a quiff this time.

My eyes travelled to Zayn. His face was dull, blank of expressions. His dark brown hair was longer than a picture I once saw while using Shellie’s laptop. A weak smiled appeared on his lips, not reaching his hazel eyes. A big jeans jacket was protecting him from the cold; underneath it, a faded red shirt; black pants and boots.

Liam was the most ‘alive’ of the trio even through his exhausted features. A dark marine open coat with a red hood, white shirt, grey pants with black army boots.

They do love black boots.

‘’Ahem.’’

I spun my head towards Shellie, who was already staring at me with her brows up.

‘’Oh, uh this is my best friend, Shellie Morrill.’’ I introduced her to the boys, my cheeks burning red. ‘’Stop analyzing everything, Lyvia. It creates awkward moments.’’ I scolded mentally myself.

‘’Guess you recognize us.’’ Liam shrugged.

‘’Actually, no.’’ Their faces finally came out of life with astonishment. ‘’The only information I have on you is that you’re all part of an international band. Or more like ‘was’.’’ Shellie continued.

And again, all emotions were drained away from their faces.

‘’Well then, I’m Liam.’’

‘’Zayn.’’

‘’And I’m Niall. We were asking ourselves if-‘’

‘’You were, not us.’’ Zayn cut him.

‘’Whatever. Can we join you?’’ Niall finished.

‘’Yeah sure, but we should change table; there is not enough chair on this one.’’ I proposed.

Shell and I stood up and we walked to a larger table. We found one a little further in the restaurant and took our seat around it. I sat next to Niall and Shell, while Zayn and Liam faced us.

‘’So… What brings you to Salmon Arm?’’ Shellie asked.

I kicked her legs under the table. Worst question ever. But the damages were already done.

‘’I-I mean why ‘Wicked Spoon’.’’ She corrected herself.

‘’Because we were hungry, duh.’’ Zayn stated.

‘’Zayn come on; they were enough kind to let us sit with them. You could at least be polite.’’ Niall said.

‘’I never asked. You did. Don’t tell me how to be with people I barely know.’’ With that, he stood up and left.

‘’I should probably resonate him a bit.’’ Liam replied and followed Zayn.

Why being rude with us? We are just breathing and Shellie was trying to have a conversation.

‘’Uh… Sorry about that…’’ Niall scratched the back of his next, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

‘’Apologizing won’t resolve his behavior. Seriously, it’s not because you are all famous means you can act like little princesses. Here, your reputation doesn’t exist. You are nothing; like the rest of us.’’ Shellie retorted.

An awkward silence settled down. Niall took the opportunity to stand up and unzip his winter coat to remove it, exposing a dark red long-sleeved Henley. He sat down in front of us and ran his hands in his hair, replacing his quiff.

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ Shellie said to Niall.

‘’Sure.’’

‘’Why did you dyed your hair? I mean, it’s a girly thing, no?’’

‘’I won’t take that as an insult, but it’s because of management, once again.’’ He laughed.

‘’Are they controlling your lives?’’ I demanded, amused.

‘’Kind of. And what about your hair? Why dreads?’’

‘’Oh Jesus, you shouldn’t have asked…’’ I face palmed.

The conversation regained his power, and we chatted until Suzann wrote down our orders. It was nice to have a third person joining us, and I’m sure it would have been much more if Liam and Zayn had stayed with us. Or maybe not because of their bad moods. The only thing I did not enjoy, was the owner of the pair of eyes watching me with total hatred. Sometimes, I dared looking in them, but immediately looked away. What did I ever do to Harry? We didn’t even spoke a word.

Other than this angry boy with no apparent reason, it was a delightful evening. It’s pleasant to talk to someone other than Shellie, mom or Kacey. Why did I refuse to before?

Ah, yes. Because no one was interested in me. No one was asking me if I had a good day, if home had finally earned the title ‘home’, if I had anything on my mind. If someone was talking to me, it was confessions of their problems. Not mine. I guess that’s pretty much the prime reason why I’m not interacting with others.

Even my best friend, the closest person to me, asked about me. Well yeah, she wants to know how I feel, and I always answer ‘I’m good’, ‘I’m fine’, ‘I’m okay’, but she’s not looking for the hidden part in it. She’s not investigating at the fullest my response.

I know I’m not okay. I know I’m not happy even if I try to believe I am. I just wished someone would notice my pain. Silence does. And that’s why I love silence, because I keep my mouth shut.

Maybe I should talk to someone before they ask me. I don’t know.

Everything has an ending, so does the evening. Niall insisted to pay it all, but we separated the bill equally. We stood up and put our coat on.

‘’Let me just give a quick visit to the bathroom.’’ Shellie said and walked away.

‘’So.’’ Niall checked his watch. ‘’What next?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’The night is still young, and I had lots of fun talking with both of you. It wouldn’t hurt if I make friends here; we’ll probably stay for a while.’’ He shrugged.

‘’That could be cool.’’ I beamed.

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Wednesday

Tapping impatiently my pen on my textbook, I waited for the class to pass by. Maths is a terrible subject for my head. And it’s even worse when it’s the last class of the day.

‘’An hour of algebra and logarithm…’’ I thought, sighing.

Mr. Williamson wrote the first part of the theory we would be learning today. I changed my pen with a thin black one that I usually use when I draw in class. I opened my notebook and let my hand freely draw what I had in mind. Soon, a shape of a head appeared on the paper, followed by small pen stoke guide lines for the hair.

‘’… the formula for this one is important. It will help for…’’

I traced delicately the hair, adding details, but I decided to continue with feathers, then back to normal ones. I drew a strand looking like a tentacle of an octopus and finished it as a snake body. Another unique one separated the two parts of that particular lock.

‘’…if the ‘x’ is the exponent, you have to do…’’

Satisfied, I attacked the face. First step: the eyes. The left one was partly hidden because of the bangs, but the other one was fully visible. Putting extra efforts and minutely on the shapes of them, I imagined them as a bright green. But I don’t have my special pens with me, so it will stay white.

‘’…but if it’s not, what we should do? Cameron?’’

‘’How the hell am I supposed to know? You’re the teacher.’’

The class roared in laughter, tearing my eyes away from my finished drawing.

‘’Yes I am, but at least, we all know I’ve got my diploma. If I was you, Cameron, I would work a little bit harder, if you want to see one day the color of yours.’’ Mr. Williamson replied.

‘’You got owned, Cam!’’ Another boy shouted from the back. The class laughed even more, if it was possible. I smiled at the little scene that just happened. That was funny.

‘’Okay everyone, the action’s on the board!’’ The teacher tried to calm down the students.

I looked over to Cameron (a/n: I know its Dylan O’Brien, but I couldn’t find another face like I pictured Cameron. My brain just imagined in the first place he would look like Dylan.) who was seated next to me. Poor guy was all red from embarrassment. Who wouldn’t when the teacher just owned you, especially when you’re a popular?

I knew Cameron since kindergarten, but we never talked to each other. I mean, we know who we are, we recognized our faces, we make small talks when needs to be, but that’s it. Like acquaintance. I don’t have that much information about him; I just know he’s a popular kid now.

His fingers made their way into his dark brown hair, replacing his quiff, to pretend the situation didn’t bother him at all even if his red cheeks betrayed him. This guy surely hates humiliation.

The class went by quickly, and I was more than grateful. When the bell rang, I collected my things from my desk and exited the class. Finally, it’s the end of the day. I walked to my locker and started packing my bag with my homework, mainly with art stuff. We have a project due in two weeks and it has to involve the environment.

I wished I was partner with someone. This project is extremely important and long. We have to explain every details; why this color here, why this shape there, why painting that.

Oh yeah, and it must be done with colorful painting. That’s cool, really.

But I never tried painting before now. Only a pencil or pen.

At first, I thought I could be inspired by my park, but we are in winter: nothing colorful, but still extremely gorgeous, even more in summer. Maybe I could ask Shellie’s laptop to search something inspiring other than here.

I closed my locker after zipping up my leather coat and wrapped around my neck a cream scarf. I put one strap on my shoulder and proceed to leave the school. Usually, I would wait for Shellie at the gate, but she’s already at her house; she’s sick.

‘’Hey Lyvia!’’

I stopped on my tracks and turned around, intrigued who it could be. Not Shellie, I just told you why, and it can’t be my sister because that little punk got for the third time this semester a detention.

And anyway, the voice belongs to a boy.

Notes

Chapter 3!

Pretty long, right? I was inspired :P

I just want to make sure everyone understand this part:

I nodded. Just when I was about to turned to Shellie, his blue eyes attached their view on me. We stared at each other, surprised to see us again. His lips curled up and he waved at me.
‘’Wave, you idiot!’’ Shellie smacked her hand behind my head.
‘’Ow! Alright, alright!’’ I did what Shell told me.

Lyvia is awkward and she looks at everything, forgetting time is still passing by. So that's why Shellie smacked her hand behind her head.

So, things are a liiiiiiiittle bit more clearer with the band's situation. We still don't know why this happen though. I think I will have lots of fun writing this story, because every member of the band isn't like we pictured them, or how truly they are. I'm making a kind of dark side to them. But anyway, everyone has a dark side, even those 5 idiots that we love so much :P

Now, the drawings. First of all, it's not from me. I like drawing and it's a passion, but I'm not the author of them. If I'm able to find the author, I will write their website here, in the notes. I already found what Lyvia will do for her art project, and it's absolutely gorgeous.

Last thing: I know, Cameron Ross is in reality Dylan O'Brien, but like I said, I couldn’t find another face like I pictured Cameron. My brain just imagined in the first place he would look like Dylan.

I've got some questions for you:
-Harry seemed mad at Lyvia, but why? They didn't even talk to each other.
-Will Zayn be more cooled down when he'll meet the two girls? If that happened.
-Who's the mysterious owner of the voice?

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