Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Madeleine

"What do you think, Sawyer?" I asked, tapping my fingers on the table. Sawyer sat across from me, and ran a hand through his wavy, black hair.

"What?" he asked, diverting his gaze to me.

"I'm going to Eleanor's sleepover and Pierce will be somewhere. So, you'll have the house to yourself," I said.

"That's great," he said, unenthusiastically.

"Is something wrong?"

"Other than the fact that you've went from making me flower crowns to wearing make up, nothing's wrong," said Sawyer, most likely mumbling to himself.

"Do you miss it?" I asked, finally getting his attention.

"What?"

"When we were younger and everything was simpler."

"Yeah, I remember," said Sawyer, staring into space.

"Come on, Sawyer. I am making you a flower crown," I said, weaving the flower stems into a line. Sawyer finally started running towards me, his raven black hair bouncing with each step.

"Er, um, Maddie. Can I sing something and will you give me your opinion?" asked Sawyer, sitting next to me, and setting down his guitar on the grass.

"Of course," I said, staring at him. His hair stuck up at different angles, and there were many bags under his eyes.

"Uh, are you making me a flower crown?" asked Sawyer, smiling at me. I smiled back, and showed him the half finished crown.

"Why are you packing stuff?" I asked, gently pushing a small flower through one of the holes.

"Because. If I don't, I'll live my life with regret and what ifs. I don't want that," said Sawyer, positioning his guitar on his knee.

"Play me the song, would you?" I asked, and Sawyer nodded, leaning his head down so that his hair covered his eyes. After playing a long intro, he finally started singing, his voice was clear hitting the notes perfectly.

"Get me out of this place, before I cause more damage. A small price to play for building this house out of matchsticks," sang Sawyer, strumming his guitar quickly and effortlessly. As Sawyer continued singing, I realized he was saying something in the lyrics.

"Keeps me wanting, keeps me wanting more," he sang, his voice raising an octave with each word. Sawyer played a final note, and looked into my eyes.

"No," I whispered, dropping the flower crown.

"What?" he asked, blinking.

"You're leaving. You're going to forget me," I said, holding my hands to my head.

"I'm not forgetting you. No matter what I do, Mads, I will never forget you," said Sawyer laying his guitar on the grass. I stood up, brushed the grass off of my dress, and jumped on Sawyer. His arms wrapped tightly around me as I sobbed on his shoulder. Whenever I cried, Sawyer would try to soothe me, as if I were a baby, but this time he let me cry.

"Don't forget me, Sawyer," I said, taking a deep breath to let the sobs subside.

"I won't," said Sawyer, a few tears rolling down his face.

"I didn't forget you, did I?" asked Sawyer, grinning.

"No, you didn't. I think I forgot you," I said, getting up from the table.

"Welcome to the sleepover, girls!" exclaimed Eleanor's mum, whose face was filled with excitement. I was the only one here as now, except for Eleanor, and the two of us sat in her living room. As Mrs. Stoner retreated to the kitchen, I looked around the living room, taking in the photos.

"Who's that?" I asked, pointing to one of the many photos featuring a boy with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes.

"That's my older brother, Potter," said Eleanor, gazing fondly at the photograph of him and a younger her.

"He seems cool," I said, staring into space.

"He was amazing," said Eleanor, as her mum rushed back into the living room.

"Madeleine, or Maddie? I have a special task for you," said Mrs. Stoner, who was practically hopping right now. She held a mixing bowl in her hands, while my hands reached to my pockets, feeling something that would make this sleepover memorable.