I'll Never Stop Crashing

What are we doing?

Crash’s POV

It had been three weeks since Fletcher and I had our disagreement. I began to wonder if I had truly lost him. We have not exchanged any sort of acknowledgment. He never came to any of our family occasions and I stopped going as well. Days seemed darker. I had lived without him for a long time. But this is what I wanted right? I sat on my back with my head dangling of the end of my bed. The blood was rushing to my head but I was lost in thought. The same thoughts I had been having lately. What was I doing? Did he really miss me? Was he lonely? I had hurt him hadn’t I. I was over thinking like I usually did when I was nervous and doubting myself. I sat up, seeing stars. My head pounding. I picked up my phone pressing three and heard the ringing. I was calling Maisie, she was one of best friends. After Fletcher and Carrie and such she helped pick up the pieces. She made my day because well put it this way she was hilarious. She introduced me to Constance and now we caused a lot of mayhem. Maisie was slightly taller than me and had a small build. She had curly blonde and light brown hair. She was her own person and that was one of the best things I liked about her. She had dark brown almond shaped eyes she always claimed were “asian” and purple rimmed glasses sat on her face. Constance was smaller. With short brown hair. She also had dark brown eyes. But her face was scattered with freckles. She was character that one. Always making people crack up and doing crazy random things. Maisie picked up the phone.

“Hey” He voice scratchy I probably woke her up.

“Sorry If I woke you Mais.” I apologized 

“Well there’s no use now.” She whined. 

“I can’t sleep.” I replied. “My head hurts too.”

“Oh stop complaining. You really should just say something.” 

“I don’t know. I am still mad at him for what he’s done. He hurt me. I know there might be a reason but still he hurt me and I can’t trust him anymore.”  I explained this to her but I knew she had heard this story a thousand times. 

“Crash. Grow some freakin’ balls and talk to him.” Her voice now annoyed because I had woken her up. 

“I’m scared Mais.” I whispered. 

“Okay you know what. Let me be honest. I’m tired of you freakin complaining about this all the time. I know he hurt you and I know its hard but you need to man up. Since when has Crash Emerson ever been scared of anything.” 

This was Maisie. She was most of the time right. But she wasn’t afraid to say something. This time included I did need to talk to him. But I was scared he was always my weakness. Fletcher was my soft spot because he knew my weak side. The girl who was afraid to go down cellar to get the beach chairs, the one who was always scared during scary movies. He saw past my mask. Thats why I was scared because he could read me. But it had been a long time. But he still was a beautiful boy. Limber, but strong. His green eyes always sparkling and his brown hair swept slightly out of his eyes. His lips so kissable. Oh god Crash get a grip he broke your heart you can’t just leap into his arms just because he came back. Maybe. Just maybe we could be friends at most but the whole ‘lovers’ thing yeah not happening again. 

“Mais. I gotta go.” 

“Wait are you gonna talk to him?” I hung up on her and didn’t answer. I was going to talk to him. We would be going to school together soon in a month so we’d have to be talking at least on good terms. I would like to know what did go on at that party. But if he thinks it will be easy he’ sin for a big treat. We aren’t going to be happy little Fletcher and Crash like we used to be. Family friends thats it. I swear. Or at least I hope. 

I walked out the door and past my mum. I faintly heard her yelling my name but I didn’t care I was on a mission. Well sorta I was to talk to Fletcher. Have him explain everything. I had one thing I was to do. Talk and try not to get pulled into the sea of green. His eyes were too beautiful and I didn’t have a yellow submarine. 

Fletcher’s POV

It had been three weeks since I decided to leave Crash alone. I mean if you love someone set them free? Right. Well I guess I can’t say that. I used to love her. I loved the person she used to be. But the way she was being so hostile towards me now. There was no use. She hated me. That party was the worst decision I have ever made.  And thats pretty big. I have done some stupid things in my day. Like start cutting, or jumping of that bridge with Crash and breaking my ankle. Or putting syrup on the stair case in Middle School. Or doing spit takes with my old buddy Chase on my moms carpet (with grape juice). The fact that I had hurt her in some way makes my knees go away and makes me want to pass out.  I sat by the big window in my bedroom. I could see into Crash’s bathroom. This sounds really bad. But she was smart about putting a curtain up. We used to send messages to each other. Cliche I know. 

I put my iPod in my I home. And cranked up some Aerosmith. I leaned on my bed and closed my eyes. And I drifted off into a deep sleep. 

I awoke to the smell of citrus and I was automatically happy. I let out small moan and stretched . I opened my eyes and saw a particularly uncomfortable brunette. With mocha brown eyes.  My mouth was agape and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. 

“Hey baby doll.” I yawned and smirked.

“Fletcher don’t baby doll me I’m here to talk to you.” She crossed her frail arms. A slight blush on her cheeks. Now why would she blush at me like that.

“Now Crash baby girl” putting an emphasis on the fact I didn’t call her baby doll. “ Who let you in. I was napping.” I huffed and leaned back on the back board of my bed. 

“Your Mom.” She said now annoyed. 

“No Crash no need to get naughty.” I said smirking. 

“Oh shut it Fletcher Gorton I was here to talk and you obviously want to make perverted jokes while have naked thats not how I roll and you know that I’m leaving.” I looked down and forgot I as just in my boxers. Whops. 

“Crash I’m sorry!” I yelled after her. But it was too late. I heard her heavy steps on the stairs and the front door slam. 

I cursed and laid back down on my bed. This is what I wanted right. I wanted us to have our space. But for some reason. I wanted her to come walking back into my room tell me she’s sorry and crawl into my bed with me. And we could cuddle and watch a movie.  I stayed up to see if she ever came back. She never did. And I never did fall back asleep. I kept looking into her bathroom. I watched her small frame walk in sit on the toilet seat and cry. She wasn’t going to the bathroom obviously. It broke my heart to see  her cry. So I did what a friend should do. I got dressed and walked out the door. I was going to comfort Crash. If she doesn’t kill me first.