So I know I haven't updated in a while, but I plan to make it up in this up in the chapter. The song Lexi sings, as you will notice, is Avril Lavinge 's 'Goodbye'. Which is my favorite song by her.

The boy turned, eyes wide and crazed. Lexi gulped and took tiny, almost hesitant, steps toward him while trying to keep herself from shaking. Memories of when Kyle was with her flipped through her mind in a twisted montage.

"Hey," Lexi said slowly, her voice staying low. She tried to keep him under control; the blonde used this trick when Kyle went ballistic with rage for something unreasonable. She reminded herself that this was

Something didn't feel right about this situation to her- in the woods crowded with trees and fallen leaves broken into pieces, both teenagers equally depressed about the same thing. This was the wrong environment. They should be at home while sulking in each other's misery.

"Everything's falling apart!" Fletcher cried out. Lexi was so surprised by his sudden outburst that she stumbled backward and almost tripped over a log. When her balanced was gained again, Lexi faced him with a sorrow expression and watery eyes matched with a whispered smile. "I know," she sadly. "Everything's messed up. For you; a girlfriend and best friend was taken. For me; a sister and best friend was taken. Nothing's the same anymore and never will be."

Her words were said without thought. Mind mingled with voice. Each word said without thought but held strong meaning. Fletcher's chest heaved up and down unevenly and his nostrils flared, but his mouth stayed shut. Lexi decided this was a good sign.

Slowly inching closer, she sat next to him. His back was hunched over again with his tightly balled up hands moving in a furious motion across the paper. Lexi wondered how there wasn't a hole yet.

"Goodbye brown eyes," Lexi sang gently.

"Goodbye for now. Goodbye sunshine, take care of yourself.

I have to go, and leave you alone. But always now that I love you so.

I love you so."

Fletcher let his ears perk up at her melodious voice but remained hunched over. Lexi always sang when she was anxious or depressed. She'd said it calmed her in some way beyond explaining. Fletcher respected that. His work with paint and water colors took him to another place- somewhere that accepted mistakes and turned them into something amazing.

He didn't know what Olive did when the time came that the world turned against her. The boy remembered vaguely that she'd explained that she had turned to music when her parents started to fight.

Thinking of her caused his insides to twisted and muddle into each other with anxiety. His poor, sweet, loving Olive was gone. Not there for him.

"We'll find her," Lexi assured him gently; it seemed as if she could read his mind. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, slightly yanking on tiny knots.

"I hope to God that's true."

It was late afternoon when the police station called. Fletcher's father answered-his mother was still in tears.

Driving there was torture. It was silent- the only sound was his mother's dreadful uneven breathing. Normally, the radio would be playing some corny 80's music and his parents would be singing along, way off key, him sometimes joining in if he was in the mood. When Olive had joined them, she would hum and laugh eyes shining and full of laughter.

But this wasn't normal terms. And Olive wasn't with them.

So when they pulled into the parking lot of a small beige building with cement step, it was obvious he was less than thrilled. But then again, no one could really blame him. He was about to be bombarded with questions he wanted the answers to himself.

They walked into the station- his mother sniffling and bony shoulders shaking, his father normally handsome features looking sorrowful and full of mourn. And then Fletcher, with his hood pulled over his eyes and his face blank of emotion, though his body showed everything.

A skinny lady with a round face and sloppy nose smiled up at them from her desk at the front. "How may I help you today?" Her voice sounded upbeat- out of place from her surroundings. "We have a meeting with Officer Calum," Mr. Quimby stated stiffly. The lady nodded, her short hair flying as sounds from her fingers clicking away at the keyboard erupted from her desk.

"He'll be with you in just a moment," she confirmed. The man nodded his thanks and led his wife and son over to the small waiting area made up of a glass coffee table in the center of a dozen or so chairs pushed up against the walls. Little wooden tables were set up every other chair.

The room was silent.

Fletcher wasn't used to a room being so silent. It made him squirm uncomfortably. He turned up the music on his IPod to full volume, the beat blasting in his ears.

Minutes ticked past. Five. Ten. How long was he going to be here for? This place made him nervous, his spine feeling chilled. Something tapped his shoulder feebly. Turning he saw his father staring down at him with soft eyes. His hands made a motion to go down a narrow, dimly lit hallway- he didn't even try to compete with the music.

Fletcher shuffled forward, head ducked down, and an obvious sign to be left alone. His family was led into a kind of small-messy too, in his opinion- office with a desk, bookshelf, and a filing cabinet.

Two chairs were place precisely in front of the wooden desk, looking itchy and scratchy. He let his parents sit and stood stiffly behind his mother. After a quick debate, Fletcher plucked the white buds out of his ears and stuff the device into his pocket where both his hands stayed.

Officer Calum took in the family- his eyes focused on their expressions the most. "This shouldn't take too much of your time," he said finally, his mustache twitching as his mouth moved. Warily, he pushed a box of tissues towards the puffy eyed woman with a look of pity and sympathy.

He grunted as he leaned back in his chair. "Who was the closest to her?" he asked simply. Eyes immediately landed on Fletcher, never breaking eye contact. "Lexi and me," the artist said finally. "We've been best friends for a couple years now." The cop nodded, dismissing the matter.

The rest of the questions went by in a fuzzy blur, consisting of things like "Where did she used to live?" through "Is there a certain medication she can't have?" that Fletcher knew were for his parents to answer; Mrs. Quimby was able to choke out a few raspy sounding answers. Hours passed, time going to slow for anyone's liking.

The family was dismissed after the final question was answered. Fletcher dragged his feet back into the waiting area. A different family filled the seats. He recognized a blond head among them. Lexi. She smiled so only he could see. Her parents and brother were silent as they passed. "Good luck," he mouthed to her sadly. She just nodded.

Made it longer for you. Longer than I expected anyway.

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