Chapter 5-
~Oliver~
I have my own room, for right now, at least, because there's another empty bed across the room. It's nice. Like at home, peace and quiet. Joy always said my parents were the rebellious ones, but now, I don't know what about a manager for a big time music star and a stay-at-home mom is rebellious...
I knew that Lacy had it the same. The same famous connections that we didn't really care about and that "rich" up raising.
I remember especially when we were at the Campbell's new vacation home in Malibu last summer, our parents were at some charity event, me and Lacy were on the second floor, balcony that wrapped around the whole second floor of the circular-based beach home, doing our homework. Once Lacy was done, she stood up and went to the glass railing and looked at the sun setting over the beach, silently. I soon joined her.
She grabbed champagne from the table and handed me one.
"This is champagne." I reminded Lacy
"I know." Lacy took a sip
"Were 14." I told her
"Oliver, #1, this is my house, my champagne, my rules. #2, our parents don't care, #3, do you need another reason?" She asked
"Okay, good point." I nod and take a drink
"How come I don't feel like I should be here?" Lacy questions
"What do you mean?" I respond, but I knew what she meant
"Like, people are starving in some places, dying in other. And I'm here, drinking champagne, like some princess, in my 3rd home. It just doesn't seem right. It isn't fair." She looks down over the railing at the sand in defeat
"Life isn't fair." I reason
"But, it isn't just un-fair, it's cruel." She looks at me "why must the world be so cruel?"
"I don't know, Lace." I reply
"Then, what do we know, if anything?" She questions
"I know your a good person." I whisper
"Hardly." She says quietly and sips down the last of her drink
I'm a stupid boy, I know that now, because I kissed her. I don't know why, or how I even got the courage to. She just stared at me blankly then gathered her stuff and hurried away.
I kind of just hung my head. Silently I cursed myself.
Our families haven't visited each other since, giving us an excuse not to talk.
When I found out she would be here, I promised myself something. I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for Lacy Campbell again.
But I was becoming afraid that was going to be damn hard.
I dragged myself out of bed at 7 am, Sunday morning. I put clothes on and combed through my hair. Going up to the attic last night was a really dumb decision.
I walked into the dining room, and Lacy enters a few seconds after
"Why is Anthony Lewis in our foyer?" Lacy asks
"As in THE Anthony Lewis?" Sarah looks at Lacy
"Wait, what?" Kayla questions "WHO, again?"
"You know, that Oscar winning, 19 year old, actor-" Lacy begins
"I know who he is!" Kayla looks pissed "But, why the hell is he here?!" She storms into the foyer
"What's wrong with her?" AJ asks
"Anthony Lewis. Kayla Lewis. What if there related?" Scarlett connects
"Makes sense." Robert nods "Anthony does resemble Alfie..."
"And Kayla resembles Amber!" Sarah grins "No way."