Repeat (S.M.)

Beggings

It was the middle of senior year. Everyone already knew what college they wanted to go to or who they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. But Shawn was different... He wanted to be a singer.

Ever since he was little, he always kind of stood out from the rest; while everyone else was busy worrying about what cool trend was in style, Shawn was into instruments. He was always asking his mom for the newest guitar out, or for her to get him lessons with one of the best muscians out there. Although they weren't the richest people out there his mom did everything in her power to make Shawn and Aaliyah happy.

Shawn maintained a 3.0 GPA which looked great on his records... That'd all be nescessary if Shawn actually wanted to go to college. He had nothing against college, but it just wasn't for him. Music was his thing, it always had been, hell it always will be... right?

Shawn

"Hey, Andrew did you still want to go to lunch or..?" I asked Andrew unsure of what the answer would be this time. He was always trying to find a way to get himself out of situations that had no meaning to getting out of. I never got that about him.

"Nah man, I'm good. I was just going to go home and feed Bruno. He seemed hungry when I had left this morning." He stalled.

Something was up with him lately, and he had to be pretty blind if he'd think I didn't notice. Like come on man we've been bestfriends since we were like 5. I know you better than anyone..hell even yourself.

"Really man why didn't you feed him this morning? And maybe you shouldn't feed him so much he is pretty big to be a wiener dog." I say joking.

"Hey leave Bruno out if this he has feelings to you know!" He replies

"I'm just saying." I hold my hands up defensively laughing. But Andrew didn't seem to be amused. "Hey dude, look it's fine just go feed your dog. I got guitar class in a bit anyways, so I'm going to just go there." I say giving up.

"Alright Sham, see you around bro." He smirked knowing very well how much I hated that freaking nickname.

"You think it's a game ! I'm not playing next time I hear that dreadful name again I'm going to... I'm going to..You know what I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I'm going to do something. So Watch Out !" I attempt to threat.

"Gotcha Shamy." He winked

I'm going to shoot him, I swear I'm going to shoot him.

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As I'm pulling out the school drive way, I am about to turn on the radio when... I hit something...or someone. I have no clue, all I hear are gasps coming from outside. Great.

When I get out my car there are a bunch of people huddled in a circle around someone. Ohh..

I finally get to see the famous road kill.. that's not technically dead, but she was still hit pretty bad I guess you could say.

"A-Are you o-okay?" I ask in complete shock kneeling down so she could hear better.

No answer.

Oh my goodness. I shake her slightly. Curious eyes following my every move making the nauseaous feeling in my stomach worsen.

Please move, blink. Something.

Finally as if she'd suddenly caught up with time, her eyes fluttered opened, but narrowed as soon as she took in the scene around her.

God, I felt horrible.

She looked so confused and innocent.

Breaking my daze she asks, "What happened? What's going on? Who are you?"