“Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June” the car speakers blast as we are driving down Highway 87.
‘All I do is think about him!’ I think as I look at him driving from the front seat, my best friend, Celia, is resting her head on my shoulder while she hums along to the lyrics of the song. I glance at her brother and I remember something I hadn’t thought of in a while.
“You look so broken when you cry”
I walk upstairs heading to celias room when i hear someone crying. Curiosity is my middle name so I decide to keep going and see what’s going on up here. I continue to walk closer, and then I realize who is upset. “shawn?” I whisper gently, putting my hand on the frame of his bedroom. He looks devastated, so broken, his eyes are so puffy, he wouldn’t cry for no reason so something is going on. I have never seen him like this before so I am starting to get worried and I have only been in the room for a few seconds. “Are you okay?” I ask worriedly, my voice low.
‘I'm just supposed to be getting Celia’s Chromebook... I really need to focus.. Don’t worry about him. He is fine. I think he is at least?’ I think, hoping I find the Chromebook soon so I can’t be distracted.
He looks up at me shocked that I am right there in his doorway, and gives me a weak smile,“Yeah, I’m fine.” he says, getting up from his bed and grabbing a tissue from the blue and white Kleenex box sitting on his bed stand then he blows his nose. When he blows his nose it sounds like somebody began playing the trumpet on one loud note. I smile at him and he looks away, obviously upset.
“shawn?” He looks over at me attentively. “Promise me you will get ahold of me if you ever need anything at all?” He looks at me but doesn’t respond. “Okay?” I say in a gentle voice, leaning against the doorway. “I will. Sorry if I was too loud...” he says looking down at his socks and he starts scratching the base of his neck in an awkwardly not awkward manner. I look down too and see the cotton moose socks that I got him for Christmas. I smile at him which spreads like wildfire across my face. Being around him makes me happy. Happier than I ever thought I could be.
“Your eyes disappear when you smile like that you know.” he states winking at me and chuckling.
“I should go…” I say, my voice fading, turning around and heading towards Celia's room. I grab her chromebook off the bed. ‘Was he kidding or was he actually making fun of me?’ I wonder as’ my heart shatters in a million pieces, my heart dropping like the ball drops on New Year's Day.’ As I walk down the stairs. the boy who is two years older than me changed my whole mood. For the better.
“To be honest Amy, I think it's kind of cute.” He pops his head out of his room grinning. I glance over to see him smiling at me as I go down the stairs. My cheeks turn a deep crimson red when he says that. I don't dare look at him again or he will find out I like him. What girl blushes like that if she doesn’t like him?!
“What happened??” Lia interrogates me when I get into the living room referencing the fact that I like him and the fact that I'm blushing and smiling. “Looks like you just got the best news of your life Ame!” she says while looking me in the eye trying to read what I am thinking. ‘Well I just did.’ I think humorously to myself. Instead I say, “Just in a good mood, boo.” I laugh when she laughs.
“When you sleep and smile so comfortable” I hear Celia and shawn singing and humming along to the music. My mind fades into another memory.
“shawn we’re home!” Celia shouts while we walk into the living room setting our bags down. ‘No answer. Huh.’ I think as we walk up the stairs giggling about events that had previously happened at school. I look to the side to see him sleeping with a smile on his face, holding his monkey named Caesar tight. He doesn't want anybody to know about that, but my best friend just so happens to be his sister, and she tells me everything…
Hehe i updated again
