Six minutes shit

RIP John

*Third Person POV*

Cyrus Anders spent many nights sitting on the rooftop next to his window. Often these times would be spent contemplating a multitude of things. What his parents may want for their anniversary, what type of robot to build next, what college to go to, whether or not to listen to his therapist, among a host of other things. This specific night was absolutely no different, but tonight he was thinking about an experience he had at the park with his two sisters, Birdy and Holiday, and his two brothers, Badger and Bruce. Although saying Bruce was his brother was stretching it.

He had been at the park, all sailing smoothly. Birdy and Badger were running around chasing each other with sticks. They were nearing the end of Elementary school and many had pointed out that the pair might be getting slightly old for such odd shenanigans. But Cyrus liked that his younger siblings still felt comfortable being children after all that they had been through and was in no rush to tell them to stop. Brynleigh was working on homework for one of her, who knows how many, AP classes. Which of course was a big red light to everyone else that she was not to be bothered right then. Not even Birdy would come between Brynleigh and her schoolwork now. And Holiday and Bruce, formally now as Adam, were sitting under a tree while Holiday explained an English book to Bruce. Was Bruce a robot and probably perfectly capable of figuring it out without the help of someone who was a couple grade levels behind him and the internet quite literally built into his mind? Of course, but along with this ‘new leaf’ that he had claimed to take over he said he didn’t want to use his robot mind for any school work in order to prove to himself that he could do just fine without it. And that left Cyrus sitting on a lonely bench trying very hard to focus on the sketches for his designs rather than his self-pity. At times like this he really wished Casey was still around. Even after their very very complicated relationship and breakup, she had still been easy to talk to. And she kinda just always got him. Just a friendly chat with her would’ve been nice. Or anyone really.

He was very suddenly startled out of his trance when he heard Birdy scream. He dropped all his stuff on the bench and started running towards where the yell came from. He saw all of his siblings doing similar actions from the corner of his eye. When he got to the sidewalk where Birdy stood he witnessed what made Birdy scream out in fear and he nearly threw up the sandwich and soup he had for lunch. A driver seemed to have somehow toppled their car onto the sidewalk across from them and effectively trapped someone under their car. Brynleigh pulled out her phone to call an ambulance while the driver started to wake up. Holiday knelt down before Badger and Birdy to try and calm them down and shield their eyes from seeing anymore of the horrific accident. Cyrus told everyone he would go grab their stuff to leave and call their parents to drive them. Bruce quickly followed him back to the general area where they had all been sitting and started picking stuff up, telling Cyrus to just go ahead and call their parents right away. Cyrus was pretty sure he just wanted to make himself useful, but Cyrus was not complaining about not having to lug their stuff around.

A sharp three knocks coming from his window startled Cyrus out of his thoughts. This was followed by his sister, Holiday, climbing out the window without waiting for a response. She plopped down next to Cyrus and lay down looking at the stars. They both stayed quiet for what seemed like hours upon hours but in all reality they both knew it wasn’t even five minutes. Holiday sighed and started talking.

“Alright, two pieces of news. One good, one kinda bad. Which one do you want first?”
“Hmm, tough questions. Let’s go bad then good.” Cyrus sighed in a similar manner to Holiday as he adjusted himself to be in a better position to listen.

“There was a story on the news about what we saw at the park. The dude that got run over was a sixty year old Marine veteran who was working at a sandwich shop. He had a wife of thirty five years and two sons, twin boys, and one grandchild. The driver was some drunk college student that had gone driving while black out drunk on a dare from some of his buddies. I think they said the driver was named Jerimiah Wicky and the guy who got run over was John Jamesson. They said he didn’t even make it an hour in the hospital. And mom is making fajitas for dinner. Should be ready in ten to twenty minutes.” Holiday said pulling up an article on her phone to shove in her brother's face.

Cyrus skimmed the passages briskly and then asked, “Are they sure it’s John Jamesson?”

“Of course they are. Did you know him?” Holiday took her phone back and stuffed it away in her pink hoodie pocket.

“Yeah, he worked with the computer science club last year and was a pretty regular sub. Man, I loved that guy, he was great!” Cyrus continued to talk and talk on a seemingly never ending list about how this guy was so amazing and he was sorry Holiday never got to meet him because he was the best and was amazing before abruptly remembering that he wasn’t alive anymore and obviously becoming quite melancholy in a matter of seconds. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognise him.”

“Well you were focused on a lot of other things at the time and he was kinda underneath a car so it’s not that surprising that you didn’t really know who he was right away.” Holiday reminded her brother. She was going to continue before Birdy’s voice drifted through the window telling them, “Dinner’s ready and mom isn’t letting anyone eat before everyone is there. And I, for one, am very hungry. So come on and get downstairs.”

Holiday and Cyrus looked at each other, both knowing that this conversation was not over and most definitely would be continued later before they climbed into his bedroom and down the stairs to enjoy a good home cooked meal, very grateful that this was the life that they could lead, with their families. And feeling sympathetic towards John Jamesson’s own family.

(I’m sorry this is so bad, I’ve never written fanfiction before. I usually write things like essays, novels, and scripts so this was a bit new. But I hoped you liked it. Tell me if you guys want more oneshots.)

Word goal: 1000

Word count: 1119