I'm pretty sure the next chapter is going to be HECTIC if my writing skills do me good ;) probably not. But wish me luck❤️
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Lyric
The next day I was waiting at the coffee shop for Sam, texting Milo intently.
Me: You said you were gonna come see me.
Milo: i never said when.
Me: come here! Ill back hand you all the way to china.
Milo: but you cant see me! Im john cena.
Me: and im batman.
Milo: shemale.
Me: jealous?
Milo: always ;)
I was in the middle of texting him back when a voice interrupted me. Asjkdgdjdj. I swear I was going to say something funny but now I forgot.
"Ahem." Someone said, clearing their throat.
"Oh Sam, sit down." I said in the middle of texting Milo back, but when nobody sat down I began again, "Sam, I said-"
"It's not Sam." Said the now feminine voice. Sex change? Or miracle? Because I swear that throat clearing had me feeling dehydrated.
"Bambi?" I said, surprised. Looking up at the now slightly modestly dressed Amber. I didn't know whether I should still call her Bambi. Bambi was innocent, Amber was a feisty queen bee. A queen bee that I so wasn't fond of. Bïtch.
"Yeah, I guess." She said, looking down. After a long awkward pause, I gestured for her to sit down as I eyed her red locks and and cropped tee with shorts and vans. Better than high heels but still not the Bambi I knew.
"Why did- why are you talking to me?" I asked and then closed my eyes longer than necessary. Why right now? I couldn't really register the sight. I was so excited to come back to Bambi, I missed our playfulness. Our jokes behind stupid, dumb peoples' back.
"I just wanted to get things straight." She shrugged, casually. Casual my ass, I felt like I just died and came back to life after seeing you, but oh it's okay I do it like all the time!
"If you know I don't wanna hear it then I suggest you piss off Amber." I said looking down at my phone. She's so going to say something stupid.
"I just wanted to say that I wanted to be friends with you. Always have and always will."
Okay not what I expected but not what I was looking for either. Hmm. Even though it touched my heart, even I knew people change. Even the person I thought would never change, has. The person I thought I knew the most changed and and even though it hurts to see her go, I have to move on for the memories are all I have and things might never be the same.
But at the same time I was a bit put out because she wasn't Amber, yes she had changed but not for the better. She was now dead to me, her eyes pure but her soul blackened. It was like asking your dad if you could keep your dead pet. It would only worsen your misery.
I eyed her cautiously, looking for traces of doubt before I nodded. "I'm not a slut, I swear." She told me.
"There's no such thing as sluts, only people with friendly vaginas." I retorted. It was instant but it did its job. It put us at a distance. It secured the line we were wavering upon. Put us at our designated place.
Amber was shocked and she lifted her hand to cover her mouth. I just shrugged, "Sorry."
Amber left straight after, her hair down over her face as if she was trying to hide. As if she didn't like people seeing her dressed the way she was. As if she didn't want to be recognised.
It hurt to know she was ashamed of who she was. She had no modesty and yet she lacked confidence. She had changed alright, not that I liked it. I just shook my head and looked back down at my phone.
Sam came a few minutes later, panting and holding a book and a pencil. "So sorry." He huffed. "Teacher wouldn't let me go."
"No problem. Nothing happened at all." I said sarcastically, before he looked me up and down registering my distraught face.
"Ric what's wrong?" He asked as I shook my head. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
"Ric you can tell me." He said, pulling me in for a hug that I so desperately needed.
It was funny how someone who used to be a huge part of your life can be gone in just a second. Slowly as the years go on, you lose friends you never thought you would. And I would never lose myself in an attempt to hold onto someone who doesn't care about losing me. Never.
Sam was sweet and caring. He actually cared and wasn't just curious and his love and innocence drew me to him. Had me wanting to tackle him in a hug and saying thank you for being there. To tell him that if it weren't for him I'd probably hate it here. That I'd probably runaway from home, never come back and lose myself in the woods. In the music of the birds. If it came to Sam, I'd do anything to hold onto him for dear life.
"Tell me, Lyric. I'm here." He said running a hand through my hair.
"Sam?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"You make me happy." I said giddily as he chuckled.
"You make me complete." He smiled into my hair. I didn't know whether he meant in that way or that way, but I brushed it off and let go.I was independent. I was strong. I could care for myself.
"I'm good." I told him.
"You're not alone, Ric. Even if you think you are, you've got me and your family. Always me first though if anything happens right?" He winked and I laughed. Hitting him on the arm.
Sam was special to me and I knew he was my miracle in a sense because having a thousand friends isn't a miracle. The miracle is to have a friend who will stand by you when thousands are against you. And in this moment I felt Sam would always be there. Through thick and thin, and to hell and back just so he wouldn't see me fall.
"Wanna go to my place?" I asked. "I don't want to be here anymore. Please Sam?" I pleaded and he grinned.
"Why not?" He shrugged.
"Good. Coz you were gonna come anyway." I said making him pout.
"You're a bully."
"I learn from the best."
We barely got anything done when Sam left later that day. Both of us laughing in hysterics.
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At around six o'clock, a little after Sam left, I walked out towards the park. So much had happened in two days and I just couldn't take much of it anymore.
I sighed heavily as I turned the corner, a few streets away from the park when I heard shouting just down the alley to my left. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the words, mainly muffled by the echoing itself. Two men stood neck to neck, the anger radiating all the way to my side of the alley. I shuddered as the two strangers were at it before I could say stop, both of them heading for each other's throats. I watched the scuffle silently and prayed that it would end soon, prayed that they would both come out alive. That I would come out alive.
My feet were were planted as I breathed heavily thinking of what to do.
Run! My subconscious told me.
But what if they hear me and run after me?
Stay!
But what if they see me and still come after me.
Pass out!
Okay.
No arguments there.
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A/N: stupid STUPID Lyric! You're supposed to be TOUGH! You let me down.
(but I'm writing the story i know
Doesn't mean I cant tell myself off?! The character is that. The character. But come on! She let me down. She was supposed to go and beat the crap out of them because thats who I want her to be but that's not who she is 😪😪 yeah sad story. I sound like a crazy witch on laughing gas right now.)
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