The Story Of Us

The Beginning of Us

(Just wanted to clarify the fact that this story is being written back and forth in different point of views, starting here with Price's point of view, the next will be Fate's, and they interchange, if someone doubles up on their point of view or someone else's point of view is being read it will be in the beginning of the text)

             Fate, she was perfectly named, but she changed it. She never told anyone why; she didn't care what anyone thought of her; she didn't talk with me, even after our friend group fell apart. She was perfect: a bright smile, long brunette hair; she was everything. Though it was just a memory, it made it easier to envision her the way I remembered her instead of seeing her for what she now looked like. Dark brown hair, still long but it grew out and it was always neatly collected into a ponytail, the long sleeves were slightly baggier and covered both her hands entirely, she never wore makeup but the dark bags under her eyes were always apparent to me, she was always yawning, and no one has ever seen her with her arms exposed even in a tee shirt, not even a long sleeve shirt. Fate was different, she knew it, she knew that her being cast out wasn't for nothing, but she wondered how she could live with herself knowing that.

            How do I know all this about her? the only answer I have is fourth grade, before she became who she is today, before she changed her style and the way she acts, before she would act tougher than she actually was. We met in the fourth grade, through mutual friends, and there was an immediate connection. as soon as we locked eyes I knew who she was, I knew she was just like me. From the first moment we met, I knew she was someone special. We shared an instant connection that words couldn't explain, and when our eyes met, I felt like she knew it too. She looked away almost immediately, as if to hide the profound understanding that had just passed between us. I knew it was one of those moments that would forever change our lives. It's this moment, in fourth grade, when we met that connects us so deeply. We shared an instant understanding; a simultaneous recognition of our similarities. It was this moment that I knew that we'd have a lifetime ahead of us together, or at least a long time together.

          Our friend group broke apart; it was my fault. I rejected one of our group members, Light, because I liked Fate. I never admitted it to Fate or the group, but it was true, and after that, Fate and I hadn't spoken. We stopped talking because Fate cared for Light, and I had almost messed that up for them. We stopped talking for a few years and only started talking again because of our mutual friend Hound that I had met. Fate knew him for 7 years before I had met him, and she didn't enjoy talking with me at first; she refused to speak to me. One night she texted the group looking for our friend Hound, but I answered quickly to make sure she knew he wasn't online and he might be back eventually. All I got was an "okay" and then silence, so I invited her to watch a movie with me, one of our favorite comedians, and she typed like she was surprised about it, but she decided to watch it with me. That was the beginning of us, the beginning of our story—the one we had been writing together for those years away from each other, the one that we will continue to write.