"Dylan, get your last things all picked up! It's almost time to go!"
I can't leave..
I can't leave my friends behind, my memories of my childhood.. I can't. We have been packing for almost 3 days now and I can't seem to do anything..
I needed to go skate...
I put on my black high waisted shorts and my pink crop top with my black and white vans. I grab my skateboard and head out the door.
"Dylan?!" Yelled my mom.
"I'll be back in a couple minutes!"
I yell
Back. The heat hits my arms and legs bad.. I live in California and the heat is overwhelming.
I start skating down the street and think about life. I head down to the park that is down the street from my house. Looking at the houses along the road remind me of all of the times that me and my friend Lily would go to and hang out. Lily and me have been friends for almost 12 years.. Wow. Looking at all of the times that we have been together makes me want to cry...
I get off of my skateboard and I sit on the park benches.
Looking at the engravings in the beach bring me back to when I was 10.
Lily and Dylan stood out the best.
Engraved spoke:
•lily and Dylan <3 year of 2003!•
Tears started rolling down my eyes, I could control it..
Everything has been bottled up since I have been little..
I got back on my skateboard and skated down the main road.
Speeding up with tears falling down my face.
SWOOSH!
"Fuck!" I said while my foot slipped from my skateboard.
I fall too the ground and I moan for some help up. I couldn't move my foot, the pain was taking over.
A guy started running to where I was a started to help me up. My tears were blocking out from who the he was. Next thing I know I was sitting on a chair in someone's house.
"Are you okay?!" Said a voice quite familiar.
I managed to wipe the tears from my eyes leaving blood falling from my face from the bleeding hands and arms.
"Oh no, here!" He said handing me a wet wash cloth.
He started wiping my eyes and holding my left hand.
Oh. My. God. This can't be happening...
He started wiping my bloody and knees and going up to my thighs.
"Hi, I'm Jc... What's your name?"
"H-h-I. I'm Dylan."
"Nice to meet you Dylan."
I giggled.
He stood me up and he asked me if I wanted a glass of water.
"Yeah, sure."
He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, and say me down onto the stools connected to the breakfast bar.
"...thanks" I smiled.
He poured me a glass of water And we sat and talked for almost an hour.
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Our story -- o2l fanfic
Hayran KurguDylan Rory is 18 years old and her favorite thing to do it skateboard. That is almost taken away by a fatal accident that had involved her and her sister. She overcomes this when a boy named Jc Caylen came along to her rescue. But, so did Kian Lawle...
