After the party my parents approach me, "We are staying at the cabin in 6 days Shay and Tommy can join us," my dad says looking down on me. "Okay thanks dad," I say smiling up at him. With that my mom and dad hug me then get in their car. "Hey B, what's going on between you and Tommy"? Shay looks at me as if she were hurt like it meant more to her than it did me. "Nothing, we are just friends," I say grabbing Shay and wrapping my arms around her waist then hugging her. "Hey B come here," Tommy says grabbing my hand then leading me around the corner as Shay walks away. I tense up, I don't know what to expect. His breath smells minty, really minty. He smiles then slowly backs me up against the wall. Before I can utter a word he grabs me by my waist and starts kissing. I open my eyes during the slow but sweet kiss and notice Shay staring in utter disgust. My hands run through his hair slowly. After what feels like minutes it's over. "I've been thinking about are kiss at the canyon forever and I think I'm in love with you Hannah FitzGerald." I'm shocked, my stomach cringes then everything goes wrong. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I fall,then it starts, I jerk and twitch around. My mind goes blank. Maybe this was it, maybe I'm dying and I'll finally get to meet God. Maybe, my body was overworked from all the epilepsy and bible study. Shay and Tommy were sadly used to this, I used to have a lot of them as a kid. "What the fuck did you do Tommy damn it!" Shay pushes Tommy and starts yelling at him. Tommy yells back then storms off towards his motorcycle. Seconds after hearing the bike crank up I see Tommy speed off. I look forward to see Shay sitting in front of me. "How you feel"? She scoots next to me, I put my head on her shoulder and lay in silence. She gives me her jacket, it's warm and soft. I eventually struggle to hold my eyelids up so I give in to the darkness of sleep. The last words I think of are me telling Shay we are just friends. I wake up thinking I'm still outside but no I'm in Shays room.
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Finding Myself
Ficción GeneralI stay in a small quiet town of Calera, Alabama. Everyone here knows everyone. It's hard living in a small town, nothing exciting happens. I was raised Christian, I'm not allowed to party... I'm tired of putting up with this... enough is enough.
