Lewis Greenstock

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here-its-izzyland:

There were so many people there and the trees comfort her because it made her remind of the old place, she could stay in the park forever. Picture, after picture, Izzy entered a daze than made her lost tack of time. When at some point Isabelles’s camera caught this boy, he was with a cigarette and the smoke from it always had fascinated Izzy in pictures. In any second she would imagine he could hear her, so she thought it would not be an issue if she took a few photos of him. The boy chuckled, Izzy knew that smile, she was that smile, she knew it meant he had reminded something good. She used to do that a lot when remaindering her family when together. She stopped taking pictures for a moment, to see how they were coming out, they were good, great actually, she could not wait to have them revealed.

Lewis sat up. The clicking was louder he was sure of that, but dare he turn round? After a few seconds of psyching himself up he turned around. A small distance away was a girl with brown hair, perhaps a little younger than himself. And she was staring down the viewfinder of her SLR right at him. He jerked his head round and checked behind him but it was only him. “Why is she taking pictures of me?” he thought. Lewis thought about shouting that to her, but he thought against it. He didn’t want to come across as confrontational, especially with only the second girl he had met. Racking his brains for something intelligent to say, he stumbled across: “Nice camera.” He tried to smile, but the facial expression came awkwardly to him. 

“Nice camera” She hears someone say. Looking up she saw the cigarette boy staring at her. Isabelle opened her mouth but no sound came out of it. She tried again: “Thanks, I guess…” Wondering if he noticed she was taking photos of him, she blushed. Now what? Would he demand her to erase the pictures? She frowns for a second and look back to the viewfinder. “Damn it, I really liked those photos” she whispered to herself. Looking up again she shyly says: “Sorry…”

Now she looked really embarrassed. He waved her over, trying to seem friendly, but this only made her look even more worried. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Lewis was familiar with that happening to him. Perhaps they were going to get on? Perhaps not. “I’m Lewis…glad you think i’m so photogenic” he said, suddenly shocked by the sudden outburst of words he’d been able to string together into a coherent sentence. She sat down next to him, still clutching the camera, and still saying nothing. “Can I have a look? Do you mind?” She shook her head and passed the camera over. He scanned through them. Some pictures of him smoking, trees, leaves. They were good, there was no denying that. Suddenly the pictures changed. They were out of the park, and there were smiling people, the girl included. She let out a strangled yelp and shot out her arm to take the camera back.

“I’m Lewis…glad you think i’m so photogenic” He said. She didn’t know how to answer to that, so she just tried to smile. She walked close to him, and sat down. “Can I have a look? Do you mind?” Without saying anything she nodded and gave him the camera, she was worried he might thing she was a stalker or something. He saw the all of the pictures she took in the park, he seemed interested. He didn’t stop, kept on seeing her other photos, personal ones, she didn’t want him to see them, well, she did not really knew who he was, so she took the camera back and said: “Don’t worry, I’ll delete them, your pictures I mean” She said with a sad face…

Lewis looked at the girl strangely. Then said: “And why would you want to do that? Especially when they’re so good.” Now that sounded creepy. He hastily added, “I mean, I know fuck all about photography.” He looked at her. He saw in her face a reflection of his own. Secretive, shy…and oh so quiet. It was a miracle how he was the one doing the most talking, especially with this strange girl. He cleared his throat and asked “You didn’t tell me your name?” She looked down and brushed her hair out of her eyes. 

“And why would you want to do that? Especially when they’re so good.” She was extremely surprised when she hear he said that. “You didn’t tell me your name?” She looked at him for a second and said: “Izzy, my name is Izzy, so Lewis, you don’t mind then if i keep theses pictures, do you? I mean, i really, really liked them, see, I skipped school today and if I don’t keep the photos all my day would have been for nothing, I mean, not that is any of your concern and all, I don’t even know why i’m telling you this… I tend to talk too much when i’m nervous and don’t know that to do, it can get really ugly and embarrassing, so stop me anytime please…” She was talking really fast, that’s what’s happens when Isabelle met someone new, that was also why she didn’t have much friends, everybody thought she was weird.

He laughed, but stopped himself. He felt rude laughing at this poor girl when he could so clearly relate to what was going through her head. “Well firstly,” Lewis said, lighting another cigarette, “You shouldn’t skip school. But secondly, you should do what you love. And if that is photography, then do that.” “Very philosophical” thought Lewis. Now back it up with some manly gesture. Manly gesture. His head was blank. “Think you dosey prick. THINK!” It came to him. “Do you want a drag?” he extended the cigarette.

Lewis laughed, Isabelle felt like such a dork. “Well firstly, you shouldn’t skip school. But secondly, you should do what you love. And if that is photography, then do that.” She smiled. “Well, thank you for understanding” she said, then bit her lip restraining herself not to talk to much like the last time. “Do you want a drag?” he said to her offering a cigarette. “No, my mom would kill me if she knew…” She look him in the eyes and said again: “Fuck it” Izzy lit a cigarette thinking “Well, theres a first time for everything, right?” She did not really knew how to smoke but she did not want to ask Lewis, he could laugh of her again. So she tried in her own clumsy way, it wasn’t the right way, she choked, and stared coughing “Great, now i’m a really big fat laugh” she though.

He looked at Izzy. Looking at the way the sun shone through the leaves of the trees and danced across her face. “That’s the English Literature talking you soppy bastard!” he scolded himself. She was a hopeless smoker, that was clear. However it was a better first attempt than him. He remembered how he sat on his window sill, hesitating as he unwrapped the pack of Marlboros he’d bought. His parents were downstairs organising the funeral and as he put it to his lips he had thought, “There’s no going back.” Izzy was looking at him funny. As if she was wondering what he was thinking. “Don’t worry,” he said, gesturing towards the cigarette in her hand, “I was shit when I started. Which wasn’t that long ago, despite what this…” he showed her the half empty pack, “…might suggest.” She chuckled softly. She saw her chest rise and fall with the soft laughter that shook her whole body. That was proper laughter. He then realised he was looking at her chest, and immediately looked up and away, suddenly becoming very interested in the grass or the trees.