The swings | b.e

rawr

Y/n's POV
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I wake up to sound of glass breaking.
My dad, let me fill you in.
My dad leaves home every night and comes home every morning. Everytime he comes back, In the morning, he's always drunk, I have no idea where he goes or why, but he always comes drunk, and who would like to spend time with a drunk dad, that hates you for "killing your mother". He has always told me that my mother's death is my fault, since she died right after she gave birth to me. Anyways, I always go to the park and stay on the swings, to..1: avoid being here with my father. 2: I like having time to think by myself.

I groan and wake up from my bed, changing into decent clothes, brushing my teeth and leaving my room carefully, trying to not make any noice, cuz that will piss off my dad.

I walk slowly, shutting my eyes hardly, slowly making my way to the door.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING" my father yells, making me flinch hard.

I turn around to look at him, yes, he's totally drunk again.

He walks towards me, almost tripping.
"Answer me!" He hisses in my face

"T-to the park, father" I answer nervously. "Like a-always".

"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION" he yells in my face, making me flinch again.

"I don't need your permission" I mumble

Then, right when I said that I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek, you guessed it, he slapped me.

I quickly put the hand over my, now red, cheek.

"WATCH YOUR ATTITUDE" he yells again

I gulp, "yes, father" I say trying to avoid his eyes. "Can I g-go to the park?" I ask, scared.

"Just leave already, I hope you never come back" he hisses and turns around back to the kitchen

My eyes get glossy but I blink the tears away. I make my way to the park and sit in my usual seat, the swing.

I sit there, honestly, I'm glad I made a new friend, now I have three reasons to come to the park.

I smile at the thought, as I feel and soft hand on my shoulder. I flinch, instantly turning around.

"rawr" Billie rawrs cutely. I blush and look away from her

"Hi" I greet her with a low voice.

"Hello" she says giggling, sitting down on the swing beside me.
"How are you?" She asks.

I look at her and take in her details, deep blue eyes, almost grey, they're like an ocean, you can get lost in them, cute nose and perfect plump lips, and blonde hair. This girl is the definition of "perfect".

"Y/n?" She snaps me out of my thoughts, "oh yea- what? Sorry" I blurt out.

She smirks at me, as I blush, awkwardly looking away.

"I asked, how are you?" She repeats

If only I could actually tell her how I feel, but I don't need her worrying about me, or taking pity for me. So I answer with the classic answer.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I mumble

"I'm good, I- why are you always wearing long sleeved shirt, it's hot here, don't you think?" She says, giggling.

I shrug, not wanting to tell her why.

She looks at me suspiciously, as I look away awkwardly, hoping she drops this conversation.

I guess she understood, since she quickly changed the subject.

"What's your favorite color" she asks me.

I look at her and shrug again,
"I don't have one, I've never thought of having a specific color to like- stick with.." I say

"Yea I get it.." she mumbles, smiling at me.

A comfortable silence comes.

"Light blue" I state

She gives me a confused look,
"What?" She asks, confused.

"My favorite color, light blue, like your eyes, they're a light blue, almost grey" I state

She blushes hard and giggles.

"That's cute" she whispers lowly.

I blush and look at the ground, and suddenly the ground is interesting.

I look back up at her and she was already looking at me.

"Hey what's that" she asks while pointing at my cheek.

I give her a confused look and she places her hand on my cheek, I feel it stinging and push her hand away. I instantly feel bad.

"I'm sorry- it just hurt a bit, I.. fell off my bed this morning" I lie

"Oh" she giggles

"What do you like doing?" I ask her, changing the topic

"I love singing, and dancing too, but I got injured so I can't dance anymore" she says with sad eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry.. You should record yourself singing" I suggest, smiling at the thought of her singing.

"You think?" Her eyes lit up in excitement.

"Yes, you should make a song!" I tell her, as she looks at me excitedly.

"Okay! But you need to help me write it" she smiles

"Me? Wha-

"It isint an option"  she smirks

I roll my eyes playfully, "fine" I give in.

"YES" she yells

I laugh at her excitement,
"Sing for me!" I say hopefully, desperate to hear her voice.

"Oh no-

"It isint an option" I repeat what she said earlier, smirking at her.

She rolls her eyes playfully, but gives in ANyWaY.

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My mouth slightly open, as I'm shock at her voice.

"Was it bad- sorry I'm still lear-

"It was perfect, Billie" I cut her off
"You should really make a song, I'm 100% sure it will blow up" I say

She laughs, not taking me seriously.
When she sees I'm not laughing she automatically stops laughing.

"Oh you're serious?" She asks
"Yes I'm serious, Bils" I say, giving her a nickname. She blushes at it.

"I don't sing THAT good" she blurts out

"Oh yes you do, trust me, I promise you'll be the biggest pop star in the world" I say smiling.

Her lights lit up,
I stick my pinky finger out.

"Pinky promise!" I say lowly.

She smiles at me,
"Pinky promise" she whispers, locking our pinkies together.

We continue talking until she has to go.

Chapter 2

I love this one, a little bit of ✨spice✨