After that, Elliot stayed with me. I was grateful, as everyone was gone for hours on end, as they had turned out to have a couple of glasses of wine each and got 'distracted.'

We watched a movie on the small TV that the cabin provided, and for once, I couldn't sleep. I had slept so much that even though I was ill, I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight. I still felt terrible, and the fact I was going out with Elliot definitely made me a little queasy too.

Not necessarily in a bad way; he's OK. But I don't know him. And I know that this is the reason we are going out, summer romance thing. Get to know each other, go home and tell all our friends about the amazing boyfriend I got and then for it to be over, but what if I didnt want that?

We'd never see each other again most likely, we could live on different sides of the country for all I know; I only know he is British.

Also, what would my family say? What would Adia say? I'm going out with her friend's son I only just met. What kind of message does that send to his parents, too?

I feel like I'm thinking too deeply about this, but I can't stop. I'm not allowed outside, and the film ended, and my parents are sleeping. Elliot went home with his parents, after making a very vivid lie about where Hayden had to go.

Apparently he was starting to feel ill too and went home. Now he'd probably have to pretend to actually be ill and be bored out of his mind like I am, so serves him right.

It was dark outside, but I knew it'd be light soon enough. It's 2am. We barely get any darkness here, it's light from 5am to 10pm, which gives us only 7 hours of darkness. In three hours, I'd be wakening from the sunlight shining through the curtains anyway.

And then I thought; I'll just sneak out. I don't know where the idea came from, honestly. If my parents found out, I'd be in a lot of trouble. And I'm going to call Elliot.

Luckily, I have his number. Hayden gave it to me that morning we were talking about the 'situation,' and I'm kind of thankful.

I called, sitting cross legged on my bed. The call went to voicemail. I called again, and the same thing happened. What was I thinking? Of course he'd be asleep at this time.

But something inside of me told me to call again; so I did. And this time, after three or four rings, he answered. His voice sounded husky and deep, which told me I had definitely just woken him up. Oh woops.

"Violet.. what do you want?" He sounded a tad annoyed. I was probably going to have to pay for this.

"Meet me at the beach in 15 minutes, you know the little gate by the hut?" And then I hung up. Whether he met me or not is his choice, and knowing Elliot he'd much rather sleep, but I didn't exactly want to be on a large beach on my own. With water that I am very much afraid of going in.

I slipped on a hoodie, it wasn't exactly cold, but not extremely hot like it is in the day. I know I probably shouldn't be going out while ill, but I could not suffer one more day in this cabin.

I opened the door as slowly as possible, trying for the squeak that usually happens to be silenced. I have constant bad luck. It creaked loudly, and I stopped suddenly, wincing. I listened for any movement in my parent's room, and when I found none, I quickly slipped through the gap I had made and shut it.

So I was out. I did it. I still needed to get back in, though.

Shit. How am I supposed to get back in? I haven't got a key. I could climb through a window, but that's right above the sink and would make too much noise. But I guess that's my only option.

I'll worry about that later.

I walk to the beach slowly, thankful that it was only a five minute walk so I could remember where it was.

What if Elliot didn't show up? What if I was raped while there alone in the dark?What if the shore was out and I drowned? What if a sperm whale eats me?

Okay, so maybe not the last one but whale's terrify me.

I sit on the sand when I arrive, letting the sand fall through my fingers. Each grain tumbled to the floor except for the occasional few which didn't part with my hand.

I clapped my hands a few times to get rid of the golden substance.

It wasn't all that dark. Street lamps lit up the streets even at 2am. I really love this place.

I was lost in my thoughts, when someone tapped me on the shoulder and immediately I stood up and turned quickly, making me go a bit dizzy.

My heart was beating fast. I'm such an idiot. Obviously it was only Elliot, yet I expected to turn around to some mass murderer with a knife.

After calming down a little bit, I smiled.

"Scare you?" He laughed. Very funny. I almost had a heart attack and he was here laughing.

It's so crazy to think Elliot is my boyfriend. I could kiss him if I wanted to, seeing as we had done before. I could hug him, I could hold his hand. I could trust him, tell him things, and vice versa.

I'd had a boyfriend before, and it was sort of serious for a short amount of time, but we broke it off a few months ago. We drifted apart, and although it's a bit awkward between us now, we are friends.

I sat back down on the sand, and Elliot sat next to me. He looked slightly tired yet had seemed to hide it well, as if he'd brushed his hand through his hair a few times and splashed his face with water. Me on the other hand? I haven't done anything to myself except getting changed. He's probably ashamed to have me as his girlfriend.

"So.. Want to tell me what we're doing out at this time?" He said, looking at his watch. "2:13am to be exact."

"I can't sleep," I shrugged.

"So you called me?"

"Don't get your hopes up, I hate you. You're just the only person I know." I raised my eyebrows.

"Hurtful!" He gasped. "But I'm your boyfriend.." I knew one of us would have to bring that up sooner or later. He chose sooner.

I looked up at the shining moon that sat above us. I have always loved the moon. It's so beautiful.

"We're going to have to talk about this," he said.

"I know, I know." I looked at him. "It's just, what are we doing? I just met you. We're going home in 5 and a half weeks, you know? We might not ever see each other again, what's the point in getting attached?"

"We won't. Like I said, summer romance. And then after, everything goes back to normal, okay?"

It didn't sound like too bad an idea. "You do like me like that, though, right?" I said.

He nodded, "Of course I do. Not to boost your ego but you're fit."

"Wow, just what a girl wants to hear."

"Okay, well you're beautiful."

"..Just one agreement." I said.

"Anything,"

"No falling in love."

**

Soon after we were talking about the randomest things, really getting to know each other.

I'd learnt that his favorite animal was a wolf, his favorite color was red. He liked coffee, not tea. (Who doesn't like tea, by the way?)

He finds jeans really uncomfortable, and his shoe size is size 11 and a half. He has a dog back home (his pet) called Charlie.

His favorite place to go is to the football fields, and we even talked about past relationships. He told me he's never really had a serious girlfriend for long term, he's just had a few girls he obviously fooled around with. I'm not really sure if that bothered me or not, but to be honest, it can't.

We had been talking for a while. It's now 3am. 45 minutes talking about everything and anything. But I hadn't felt like I'd gotten to know him. His story, or his passions.

So I asked him. "What are you passionate about?"

He looked down at me. "What do you mean?"

"What makes you happy? Like, any hobbies?"

"Art."

I really never took him for the art type of person. The creative one who draws or paints or whatever it is that he does.

"I have an art studio. It's actually the garage, but it does just fine. Painting is my main passion.. I love it." He smiles. He looks painless, effortless, and free. "I painted my brother when he died,"

He stopped and looked at me again. "I shouldn't.. I shouldn't have told you that."

"No, it's.. it's okay." To say I was in shock is an understatement. Christina and Ray lost a child? I wanted to ask how, why, his feelings, but I knew if I did that, I could get all the wrong reactions.

"I.. I can trust you? Like, please don't tell mum and dad I told you. Or Hayden. We don't tell a lot of people." I nodded but stayed silent.

"I promise." I held out my little finger, indicating a pinky promise. He went along with it, before speaking.

"I was 8. Hayden was 11. Sam was 4. My dad was driving me to school.. and Hayden, it was his assembly day, and we were late. We still had to take Sam to nursery.. we were in such a rush. My dad ran one red light, it had only just turned, plenty people have done it. None of us blame him, of course, he never meant any harm," He rambled. I touched his arm.

"Sam's side got hit, and so did Dad's. But Dad was stronger. Sam.. he wasn't," A tear rolled down Elliot's cheek at the memory.

"You don't have to.."

"Yes, I do." He said. "I haven't told anyone. I need to get this out." I listened.

"He was my everything. I was such a happy 8 year old boy having an older and younger brother to play with. I shared a room with Sam.. I sleep in that same room now."

"Every day went by so slowly, you know? I prayed that one day I'd be able to tell him everything when I saw him again. I wanted to see him, talk to him, just one more time. Me and Hayden were so young..." He practically whispered.

"I miss him so much, Violet. So much. My dad used to say he was in a bigger place. But he's family, Violet. You say that about people you don't know. How could I not miss my family? My brother."

"Our love will never get lost. Brotherhood comes first. I'll hold and cherish every memory with that little boy, no matter how young we both were. I can't explain it Violet, I'm so numb, every day. We never talk about it, it's forbidden. But I can't, it hurts so much, I miss him so much," He was crying now.

And so was I. "His cheeky smile, sitting in his bed playing with his train every single night before we both went to sleep, the boy fights we had even at that age. I miss it all so much. I'd do anything to go back and sit where he was sitting. Maybe he'd still be here, even if I wouldn't be."

"And I don't know what to do anymore Violet.." He sobbed. "I can't. I can't wake up in the room I shared with him, knowing that I should be still sharing it with an annoying 12 year old boy."

"Look, you can get through this. Me and my grandad were so close. When he died, he'd wrote a letter. He'd sworn to me that he was in so much pain and felt so much better when he wasn't conscious. He made me promise to him that I wouldn't cry too much, that I'd mourn, and then be happy. Heaven is so pure, your brother is there. Not here, in this evil world."

"And he loves you. I know it may hurt, but is that going to bring him back? You need to move on, all while keeping his memory alive in a way it doesn't hurt like hell."

"I am so sorry. You or your family never deserved that at all." Even though he hadn't fully explained to me what had happened, I didn't need him to. He'd opened up to me in a way I knew he hadn't to others.

We were both crying, now wrapped up in each others arms.

"I know I met you like, 2 days ago.. But please don't leave me." I nodded, not noting that in 5 weeks, I'd have to.

"Of course," I whispered.

And that's where we stayed, in each others arms, the thought of his innocent little brother fresh in my mind, and Elliot's presence near me.
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A/N: I listened to see you again while listening to this!.. RIP Paul Walker :( I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I'm sorry I haven't updated in like 5 days.. But I have no school so hopefully I will be updating on Monday, because I also have that day off too..
What do you all think bout the plot twist then, Elliot telling her about his brother.. 😉
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