The Phantom Of Our Love
A New Beginning
"No! You can't be serious!" I scream into the phone excitedly. "I thought I had to wait until next August for your birthday!"
I just learned I was going to go visit my older brother who was stationed in Cheshire, England. "Actually you aren't visiting. You're moving in." he replies blatantly.
"Wait. What?! You can't be serious! Was this dad's idea? I said I want to visit not move in!" I reply, clearly upset. All my enthusiasm gone.
"It was my idea. You have been expelled from three schools within two months. Something must be done about it. Plus, you need to get to know Zoe, Laura, and Mackie." He says understanding my tone of voice.
"Drew! All you want is a fucking babysitter so you and Zoe can leave for days at a time!" I scream into the phone, "How on earth did you get dad to agree to this? Oh! Because your his favorite! You are just so perfect they want you to rub off on me!"
"Lily! Don't say that! I swear to god if you don't shut up right now I will personally fly out to Florida right now and drag you to Cheshire by your fucking hair!" he screams back trying to scare me as usual.
I hang up on him and run to my room crying. I slam my door closed and lock it. I flop on my bed, face down, and begin sobbing. I don't want to leave Miami. PLus, I never even met his wife or kids. I don't know anybody and I'm just naturally antisocial. I cry myself to sleep that night.
The next morning I wake up with hair sticking to my face because of the dried tears and my pillow is still soaking wet. I go to the bathroom and jump into the shower. After showering for about an hour I hop out and realize Drew was right. I need to change myself. I need to be the old me. After my mom died 7 years ago I became addicted to drugs and alcohol. I lost track of who I was and now I'm some recovered drug addict that's a ghost of their former self. I pull out my nose peircing, lip peircings, tongue peircing, and eyebrow pericing. OK well that's a start. I just need to redye my hair back to it's natural black beauty instead of this fake platinum blonde shit.
I finish getting dressed and doing my makeup when I check the time. My flight leaves in an hour. I go to my room and start throwing my bags out te window, knowing they would land in the back of my 1967 Ford F100. I then run down the fire escape and jump into the driver's seat of my totally badass car. I drive to the airport which took roughly ten minutes to get to. I go through all of the little stations and make my way to my terminal. Luckily when I boarded the plane, I had a window seat.
Patiently, I wated for whoever was going to sit beside me. After a few minutes, a tall good looking guy sat next to me.
"Hello. I'm Zayn." he said in a wonderfully sexy accent that I couldn't resist.
"I'm Lily. Nice to meet you." I say back confidently.
"Nice to meet you too, Lily. So You're going to London too? That seems fun. May I ask what kind of accent you speak with if you don't mind?" he says kind of embarassed.
"It's a Spanish accent. I'm Latina." I respond happily.
"Well. I really like it. May I ask what your doing in London?" he says with complete interest.
"I'm moving in with my older brother in a town called Cheshire. I got kicked out of my last three schools." I reply with complete honesty.
"How old are you?" he says now very interested.
"Seventeen. Eighteen in two months." I say.
"So what did you do that was bad?"
"I stole my principal's identity, gave a girl 'head trauma', and threatened a teacher.
"Well that sounds fun. I hope things work out better here. In fact I have a friend who lives in Cheshire." he says before winking at me.
"Well if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep so I can be well rested to meet my baby neice and nephew." I say.
"My friend in Cheshire is good friends with an American who has two kids and a wife. Is that your brother?" he asks.
"Possibly. But I guess we won't know until later today." I say.
"Well sleep well." he says happily.
I drift into sleep and dream about my mother. She was telling me not to be mad at Drew becaus ehe is only trying to do what's best for me and that he's going to protect me from any and every danger thrown at me. He would die for me. I nod and I couldn't help but cry a little at seeing her face.
I feel an arm shaking me. "Wake up! Your sobbing in your sleep!" I hear a familiar voice say in my ear.
I snap up and wipe my eyes. "I'm sorry I was just dreaming about someone." I say stifling a sob.
"I understand. It's OK we are here now anyways." he says smiling.
"Thanks Zayn, right?" I ask.
"Yes. I was wondering if I could get your number so I could see what your doing next time I'm in Cheshire." he asks with his eyes twinkling. I couldn't resist giving im my number. In exchange he gave me his.
I find my luggage and look for Drew. I see a cardboard sign that says "Lil Slip Up" and I know for a fact that it's Drew. I take off running full speed and when I get about 10 feet away from him I drop my luggage and jump into his arms. I nuzzle my face into his neck and begin to cry.
"I missed you so much Drew." I whisper.
"Did you actually say something nice to me? I'm shocked! What happened to our endless hatred we established when you were six. Come on! Eleven years can't be the limit of hatred!" he says to me.
I giggle and then grab stuff and put it into the truck of his American Muscle car. Drew and I catch up and he tells me about how Laura just turned 2 and Mackie is only 1. Apparently, Mackie's real name is Malachi. When we pull up to the house I am immediately wrapped in a hug. I turn around to see a beautiful woman staring at me happily.
"You must be Zoe." I say smiling.
"Drew has told us so much about you! Come on in. I have invited over some people for you to meet." she says as she drags me into the house.
"This is Darby, Katie, Madison, and Diana." she says pointing to a group of girls. She pulls me into the kitchen next and picks up to toddlers. "This is Laura and Malachi. You can just call them Lolo and Mackie though."
"Hi Lolo! Hi Mackie! I'm Aunty Lil!" I say grabbing Lolo from her mother.
"Lil Sip Up!" says Lolo.
"Did Drew teach her that?" Zoe nods, "Drew! You're in BIG trouble!"
Zoe laughs as Drew runs upstairs quickly. I turn around and run straight into someone very familiar to me now.
"Hey Lily." says Zayn.
"Zayn? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I am here with my friend who lives across the street." he says as a tall, curly haired, green eyed boy walks our way.
"Hi, I'm Harry."
I just learned I was going to go visit my older brother who was stationed in Cheshire, England. "Actually you aren't visiting. You're moving in." he replies blatantly.
"Wait. What?! You can't be serious! Was this dad's idea? I said I want to visit not move in!" I reply, clearly upset. All my enthusiasm gone.
"It was my idea. You have been expelled from three schools within two months. Something must be done about it. Plus, you need to get to know Zoe, Laura, and Mackie." He says understanding my tone of voice.
"Drew! All you want is a fucking babysitter so you and Zoe can leave for days at a time!" I scream into the phone, "How on earth did you get dad to agree to this? Oh! Because your his favorite! You are just so perfect they want you to rub off on me!"
"Lily! Don't say that! I swear to god if you don't shut up right now I will personally fly out to Florida right now and drag you to Cheshire by your fucking hair!" he screams back trying to scare me as usual.
I hang up on him and run to my room crying. I slam my door closed and lock it. I flop on my bed, face down, and begin sobbing. I don't want to leave Miami. PLus, I never even met his wife or kids. I don't know anybody and I'm just naturally antisocial. I cry myself to sleep that night.
The next morning I wake up with hair sticking to my face because of the dried tears and my pillow is still soaking wet. I go to the bathroom and jump into the shower. After showering for about an hour I hop out and realize Drew was right. I need to change myself. I need to be the old me. After my mom died 7 years ago I became addicted to drugs and alcohol. I lost track of who I was and now I'm some recovered drug addict that's a ghost of their former self. I pull out my nose peircing, lip peircings, tongue peircing, and eyebrow pericing. OK well that's a start. I just need to redye my hair back to it's natural black beauty instead of this fake platinum blonde shit.
I finish getting dressed and doing my makeup when I check the time. My flight leaves in an hour. I go to my room and start throwing my bags out te window, knowing they would land in the back of my 1967 Ford F100. I then run down the fire escape and jump into the driver's seat of my totally badass car. I drive to the airport which took roughly ten minutes to get to. I go through all of the little stations and make my way to my terminal. Luckily when I boarded the plane, I had a window seat.
Patiently, I wated for whoever was going to sit beside me. After a few minutes, a tall good looking guy sat next to me.
"Hello. I'm Zayn." he said in a wonderfully sexy accent that I couldn't resist.
"I'm Lily. Nice to meet you." I say back confidently.
"Nice to meet you too, Lily. So You're going to London too? That seems fun. May I ask what kind of accent you speak with if you don't mind?" he says kind of embarassed.
"It's a Spanish accent. I'm Latina." I respond happily.
"Well. I really like it. May I ask what your doing in London?" he says with complete interest.
"I'm moving in with my older brother in a town called Cheshire. I got kicked out of my last three schools." I reply with complete honesty.
"How old are you?" he says now very interested.
"Seventeen. Eighteen in two months." I say.
"So what did you do that was bad?"
"I stole my principal's identity, gave a girl 'head trauma', and threatened a teacher.
"Well that sounds fun. I hope things work out better here. In fact I have a friend who lives in Cheshire." he says before winking at me.
"Well if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep so I can be well rested to meet my baby neice and nephew." I say.
"My friend in Cheshire is good friends with an American who has two kids and a wife. Is that your brother?" he asks.
"Possibly. But I guess we won't know until later today." I say.
"Well sleep well." he says happily.
I drift into sleep and dream about my mother. She was telling me not to be mad at Drew becaus ehe is only trying to do what's best for me and that he's going to protect me from any and every danger thrown at me. He would die for me. I nod and I couldn't help but cry a little at seeing her face.
I feel an arm shaking me. "Wake up! Your sobbing in your sleep!" I hear a familiar voice say in my ear.
I snap up and wipe my eyes. "I'm sorry I was just dreaming about someone." I say stifling a sob.
"I understand. It's OK we are here now anyways." he says smiling.
"Thanks Zayn, right?" I ask.
"Yes. I was wondering if I could get your number so I could see what your doing next time I'm in Cheshire." he asks with his eyes twinkling. I couldn't resist giving im my number. In exchange he gave me his.
I find my luggage and look for Drew. I see a cardboard sign that says "Lil Slip Up" and I know for a fact that it's Drew. I take off running full speed and when I get about 10 feet away from him I drop my luggage and jump into his arms. I nuzzle my face into his neck and begin to cry.
"I missed you so much Drew." I whisper.
"Did you actually say something nice to me? I'm shocked! What happened to our endless hatred we established when you were six. Come on! Eleven years can't be the limit of hatred!" he says to me.
I giggle and then grab stuff and put it into the truck of his American Muscle car. Drew and I catch up and he tells me about how Laura just turned 2 and Mackie is only 1. Apparently, Mackie's real name is Malachi. When we pull up to the house I am immediately wrapped in a hug. I turn around to see a beautiful woman staring at me happily.
"You must be Zoe." I say smiling.
"Drew has told us so much about you! Come on in. I have invited over some people for you to meet." she says as she drags me into the house.
"This is Darby, Katie, Madison, and Diana." she says pointing to a group of girls. She pulls me into the kitchen next and picks up to toddlers. "This is Laura and Malachi. You can just call them Lolo and Mackie though."
"Hi Lolo! Hi Mackie! I'm Aunty Lil!" I say grabbing Lolo from her mother.
"Lil Sip Up!" says Lolo.
"Did Drew teach her that?" Zoe nods, "Drew! You're in BIG trouble!"
Zoe laughs as Drew runs upstairs quickly. I turn around and run straight into someone very familiar to me now.
"Hey Lily." says Zayn.
"Zayn? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I am here with my friend who lives across the street." he says as a tall, curly haired, green eyed boy walks our way.
"Hi, I'm Harry."
6/29/13