Meet Me By The Fountain Novels & Stories

ADRIANA The afternoon goes by easily and around 8 PM I get over to the town square, we always meet up there before we take a run through the forest. The towns square is a bit plain, it has a few benches, cute colored bricks and a fountain in the middle. There are some stores situated around the place and two restaurants that also take up a little space on the square for their terrace.

I have no idea what my brother wants to talk about, but I just nod because I have no secrets with her. “Sure,” I say and we tell Oliver to drive to the fountain, the main monument of my pack. It’s right in the center and huge. On the way there, my phone starts ringing with a call from Ash.

nah my brothers would only get angry at me, and I don't want to go missing too. I'll just wait, and wait and wait- the sound From my phone made me pause. "you good?, Meet me outside at the lake, Angelo"

I felt like scaring him out the minute Zara would be away but the next thing tamed me like hell. He stretched me a piece of paper and when I glanced at his face, it felt like he was hastening it on me. "Meet me at Aqua Aura, by 10 tonight. I know what you are.."

I hope not. After letting ashes fall on the freshly scrubbed floor, Jordan says, “Meet me by the waterfall at 9 PM.” The waterfall is in the forest, about twenty minutes away from the pack. Jordan knows I can’t possibly make it on time. “Where Elly usually goes to dance?” I ask, wanting to be sure we are talking about the same place.

I could the smirk on her face even with the distance between us. I had so many questions. How did their world even collide? Was she her target the whole time? “I will be waiting by the fountain for your return. Both of you.” And I ended the call, worrying what they might have spoken about about. Where they could have possibly gone and what things they spoke about. In the end, all I could do was wait and find out by the fountain side where the amber water moved behind me from the stroke of my finger across the surface. “Old friend, I have missed you.”

This was not a conversation to be had on the side of a road, with the windows steamed up from my sobs. “Meet me by the Falls in an hour,” I said. “Okay.” It sounded as though he nodded, and then the line went dead.

There was no logic, no reason in it, nothing but a pure desire to feel alive. “We can meet at Springwater Park, near the fountain. Tomorrow at noon,” I sent the message. I chose the public place with clear and visible area. It was never too crowded but all the visiting families with kids, exercising runners, and people walking out their dogs, were more than enough for being witnesses if something bad was about to happen. “OK. Meet you there. Look for Chinese guy in blue cap, ” the person replied. It was only then I realized that it is actually happening. The chills run down my spine. There was no turning back. I was about to meet a gang member or maybe someone equally frightening.

‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5. ‎ ‎

My phone buzzes again. Selene: So… park picnic + dog? Or something bigger? I’m starting to look at puppies online and I’m going to die of cuteness. I smile, the tension in my chest finally unraveling. I type back, my fingers steady this time. Me: Meet me at the old movie theatre downtown. The one with the broken marquee. 8:00 PM. We’ll plan every detail there. Just us. Selene: Deal. Don’t be late, CK. I have thoughts on ribbons. 😘