Sorry it took me so long to update! I was tempted to just stop this all together but my boyfriend (Holden is his name) convinced me to keep going :) Hope you like it and if you feel like leaving a review it's greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful thanksgiving!
I huddled in one of the corner of the red bricked parapet, a warm fog settling over the pink morning skyline. Whatever was happening, I didn't like it one goddamn bit. The door to the roof opened with a low groan as Caulfield stepped through, searching the corners for me. He sauntered forward like an awkward lost puppy. Rolling my eyes and pulling my knees against my chest, I set my face into a fishy pout.
"I didn't do it, ya know." I said.
"What're you talkin' 'bout, Liv?" Holden sat down beside me with a huff, careful not to brush against my arm or else he'd have his head torn off.
"I didn't kill that phony O'Brien." Huh, I guess Caulfield's limited vocabulary was really getting to me. "The bastard just handed me a gun—and it was beaut too! I'm tellin' ya, Caulfield. The gun O'Brien stuck right into my hands was sure a doozy. "
"I believe you, Liv."
"No, you don't," I sighed, dejectedly resting my chin on my knees. "No one believes me. They just think I'm an old kook."
"You're pretty kooky, but you aren't old, Kingsley. I know old."
"Yes. Very comforting, Caulfield. Thank you very goddamn much. I can't wait to blow this joint."
"Say! Why don't we? We could get a house in the city…just you and me."
"Now, you're being a kook, Caulfield."
"I'm serious, Liv." Holden excitedly turned his whole body towards me, his eyes sparkling.
"You're crazy."
"I'm crazy! I know! But, think about it, both of us…we could have our own life. We could bust this place. You and me, Liv."
"Why would you want to run, Holden?"
"I don't know. Maybe I just feel like it. Maybe I just want to run from all the phonies in the world."
"Okay, Holden Caulfield. We'll run." I agreed, surprising him with a quick peck on his mouth. "You should be glad that you're just so damn charming."