Scream [H.S AU]

fourteen

"i held your hand and i felt complete,

as you turned and said to me,

from now own, from now on, we'll be you and me, we will be."

5.23.2020

I finish getting ready, spraying some cologne, and getting my phone out of my pocket to call Flora.

Today was Aitana's and Ryan's wedding. Steven has been so excited about today for the past few months, and that honestly makes me eager because he usually doesn't get excited about stuff.

He didn't like Ryan; no one fucking did, to be honest, but he made his mom happy, so that's all he cared about.

"Hi, baby," I get my car keys from the table, get out the door, and lock it.

"Hi," she giggles. "Are you on your way already?"

"Just left my house," I get in my car, turning the engine on. "I still have to go pick up Steven; I'll be there in twenty minutes tops."

"I thought Steven was already at the venue."

"He was, but then he went back home because he said he wanted to drink, and I wasn't gonna let him drive my bike," I roll my eyes, regretting ever lending him my bike.

"Alright," she laughs. "I'll see you in a bit. Love you," she kisses the mic, making me smile.

"I love you too," I hung up, driving to Steven's house, texting him, letting him know I was there even though I wasn't even close to being there.

But that's something I learned to do with Steven and Flora; sometimes, I have to text them that I'm there five to ten minutes before actually arriving, and even then, I'll probably still wait for them.

I park on his driveway, waiting impatiently for him to come out. When he does, he smiles widely, showing me his suit and turning around to show it off.

I honk at him midway through his third turn, scaring him. He gets in the car, and he smirks when he sees my shirt.

"Oh, that's cute," he teases, touching the yellow flower on my black bow.

"Don't fucking touch it. Flora picked it out for me," I fight back a smile.

"You're falling back into the rabbit hole," he shrugs his shoulders, making me shake my head. "When did you become so soft?"

"I'm not soft," I say, almost embarrassed at the thought of me being soft. "I'm not soft," I repeat, mostly reassuring myself than Steven.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy," he smiles, and I slam on the brakes, sending him flying until he hits the dashboard. "Flora was right," he laughs. "That nickname does get you going."