Bullet Proof - DISCONTINUED

• 15 • TOBIAS

There's a knock on my door. I pull a hoodie on over my plain black shirt before going to open it.

Libby stands behind my door with a wide smile. She looks beautiful. Her brown hair is in curls around her face and her bright blue eyes are framed by long, black lashes. She wears a black top with lacy sleeves and black ripped jeans. Her lips are bright red. I feel slightly underdressed in a hoodie and sneakers.

"Ready to go?" She asks.

"Uhhh..."

"Is there something on my face?" She asks with an amused expression.

"No. You look wonderful," I say. I take her hand.

"Thanks. I do try," she teases. I laugh and we head to her car. It's a battered, old car that is missing the back bumper.

"Sorry about the car," she says. "It used to belong to my grandpa." I recognised the car to be one of the trucks they used to use in Amity. I run my fingers down the length of the car as I walk to the passenger door. The paint is chipping off. This must have been a very old model.

"It's rustic," I say.

"That's a nice way of saying it's old," she says and smiles.

We drive to an abandoned building. It looks like a hang-out for misfits, but then what does that make us? She parks her car behind a very high-tech, sports car and hops out. She leads me through the lobby of the building with one light in the room which flickers in an irritating way. The wallpaper that covers the walls is one of a floral pattern which is peeling. There's a sofa near the front desk that is covered in dust and is fairly broken. I assume it's broken by the mass of springs that are popping out.
She takes my hand when I slow down to inspect the room and pulls me towards the elevator that looks as if it hasn't been used in years.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask and step into the elevator after her.

"Positive," she says confidently. She presses the number 17 and taps her foot impatiently as the doors creak closed. The light that flickers behind the button 17 is feint and looks as if it's going to die any second now. What does that say about the lift then?

"Libby-" I start but am interrupted by the elevator screeching as it lurches upwards ever so slowly. I can hear gears turn and levers crank. The noises aren't helping my attitude towards this metal deathtrap.

I see the arrow that indicates the floors move up and up and up as he elevator picks up a bit on speed. 5...9...12...15...

The doors open up and I'm met by a bunch of young adults walking about on the roof. Libby smiles at me and walks out into the night's air.

"The movie will begin in ten minutes!" Someone screams from behind the crowd of bystanders.

"Just in time," Libby says. I feel someone's arm sling around my shoulder. I turn my head and I am met by Zeke's warm smile.

"Good evening to you both," he jokes and does a little bow. Shauna appears behind him with Christina who is smiling widely at Libby and I.

"Stop fooling around so we can go find a spot?" Shauna says and glares at Zeke. It's a glare that isn't purely irritation, more like a glare filled with an irritation called love.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go. I'm starving," he says. Shauna laughs and hits him playfully. We make our way to the front where the movie will be projected onto the side of a building. As I settle down on the blanket Shauna bought, I lean in close to Libby who places her hand carefully on my thigh.

"Thank you for coming," she murmurs in my ear. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." I put my arm over her shoulder and she nestles her head into my shoulder as the beginning of the movie starts.

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Authors Note:

I wrote this 2 weeks ago but didn't post it because I want to stick to Bullet Proof Thursdays- that's officially a thing startinggggggg now!
Anywho. Thanks for reading and being such amazing readers!!

Lots of love,
-C
:) xx