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sequel to when you're ready
in which a 17-year-old gymnast's relationship with a 20-year-old singer becomes ever so confusing with new and old friends entering their lives
❝ You know we could fly so far. The universe is o...
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trigger warning: anxiety attack
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I was kneeling on my floor, neatly folding my clothes into the luggage. In a few days, I would be moving half my belongings to my mom's house and leaving the other half here, with my dad.
I stood up when I heard a ding go off from my phone. My eyes widened when I saw who it was from. I read the simple message in my head over and over again, trying to find some deeper meaning to it. I couldn't come up with any.
"Come over, please." Were the three simple words Shawn texted me. I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not to go.
Another text came through.
"I need your help please" I sighed and quickly replied with 'ok' before grabbing my lanyard and a few other belongings.
"Going out real quick!" I told my dad.
"Don't take your car, it's parked in the garage" My dad tossed me the keys to the Maserati. He probably just assumed I was craving food but that wasn't the case. He didn't need the details though.
I got into the SUV and drove to the same house Shawn had been staying in since January. I rang the doorbell a few times. Hopefully, somebody would answer, it was almost midnight and I forgot to bring a jacket. The coast was pretty chilly at night especially for somebody in Nike spandex shorts and a loose t-shirt.
When the door opened, I was greeted by Brian. "What are you doing here?" Brian asked.
"Shawn texted me" I mumbled.
"Are you guys...?" Brian trailed off.
"No" I shook my head quickly.
"Okay. I wouldn't forgive him this quickly either if I were you" Brian nodded. He let me into the house and I went to Shawn's room.
"Shawn?" I asked softly. No response.
"I'm... I'm uh- coming in" I hesitantly opened the door. I closed the door behind me and glanced around the dark room.
I walked around the room and saw Shawn sitting on the floor against the bed. His legs were bent and his head was in his hands that were resting on his knees. I quickly set my things down and knelt in front of him.
