school bus graveyard (short stories)

casual. - taylyn.

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can yall tell its gonna be angst>

im gonna tell yall now. its gonna be angst.

ok uh read.

i think its gonna be long

tw: uncensored swearinig, vomitting, anst no comfort,  internalized homophobia (NOT FROM FAMILY MEMBERS - i will not stand mrs. hernandez slander.), anorexia, 

strap ur seatbelts, your not leaving till ur done. 

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monday 16th - ashlyn's POV:

Today when I came to school, Taylor looked extra excited to see me. I won't lie to myself I was as excited to see her...everytime I see her I get this feeling in my chest that makes me feel like my heads about to explode. It gives my hands and stomach a pulse and pumps blood through my veins like never before. I think I'm sick. 

She ran up to me and gave me a hug, crushing my brittle bones in the process, I smiled into her chest as she stood over me. 

'We need to go to class, wanna hold hands there?' She asked me. I've held hands with people before...my mom. Why did holding hands with Taylor make my head pound and my hands sweaty? Why did everything with Taylor do that. She's my first best friend. Maybe I'm just nervous. 

I hope I'm just nervous. 

I held her hand, it was warm. It was so inviting. I walked with her on the hallway, giggling to her corny mechanical jokes and telling her about my dreams. We finally reached history class, earlier than everyone I might add. 

I sat down right next to her and waited for the rest. Tyler came in next, hand in hand with Aiden whispering him things, and Logan and Ben came in talking. At the moment, Tyler and Aiden are dating...Ben and Logan are single and so are me and Taylor. A part of me winces at the thought of  somebody being with Taylor. Anybody. 

It's weird. 

The rest of class was a blur, at the mindless chatting, Taylor's and Tyler's banter and the nagging feeling that me and Taylor had something most friends would call odd. Finally it was over. Thank goodness. I grabbed my bag and waited for the rest to finish packing up, Logan stayed back so the five of us went on our way. Ben speed walked to the cafeteria while the rest of us just walked slowly, talking. 

A boy, around our age rushed pass us, I stumbled a bit, Taylor held me by my waist and pulled me up. Keeping me near her, I could smell her lavender perfume and practically taste her strawberry lip-gloss from how close I was. I wish I could taste her for real. 

It's official. I have a tiny- no. Huge crush on Taylor Hernandez. 

Fuck me. 

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tuesday 17th - taylor's POV: 

There was no school today. It was a snow day. It was weird that it was snowing this early onto the season but I'm never one to complain for lack of school. I was making a sandwich for me and my mum to share...I'd been eating less and somehow she'd noticed? She was getting better though...she's finally acknowledged dad's death and we all are getting better as a family. 

I brought half of the sandwich over to her and kept to rest  to myself. She grabbed her piece and looked at me. I knew she could tell I was unsure. She held her slice up, 'Let's do it at the same time...ok?' I smiled weakly at her and nodded. 

I bit down on the sandwich after a short countdown and immediately felt sick. I dropped the sandwich and ran to my room, I could see my mothers worried face. I was so ashamed. I knelt down on a trashcan and started spewing out chunks of food and watery excess. I shook violently as I emptied out my guts, the vomit scraping my throat leaving it dry. I coughed finally loudly into the trash, tears drowning my face.