Just your Wingman

Bunny pin

A dream, like a memory. It was raining. Raining hard. I held up an umbrella walking home with Charlotte. She went on and on about her witch role in the third grade.

I laughed and encouraged her to know her lines. It hurt me though. I did it for her though. I knew she had talent, that she could do way better than me....

I was now in class, fifth grade. I wanted that pencil. The blue pencil that the teacher said whoever could finish the mile under twelve minutes would win it.

I lost. Matt, Charlotte, and Tess all got the pencils though. They offered me their pencils but I declined them. It wasn't about the pencil...it was about the win. I wasn't good enough. I never will be.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. My eyes flickered open. I woke up to charcoal eyes staring at me, "Yo, you've been here for three hours. Come on, we're all worried for her but you should get home." Ryan.

I sighed. I rose my head and sat up in my wooden chair next to the bed. Charlotte slept there, bandages all over her arm. A slink around her arm. It was eleven in the night. It's been six hours and fifty-two minutes since the game, "Yeah... I should get home."

"I'll walk you." He offered. He took my hand and we walked down stairs. We walked out of the house quietly since everyone else in the house was asleep.

"Why did you stay this late anyways? You could have left three hours ago with the rest of them." I asked. We walked along the street to my house. My house was only a block away.

"I don't have a bed time. My parent don't really care for me. I have one big sister, two older brothers, two little sisters, and one baby brother. My parents aren't really smart of keeping track of the children. " he said, "Besides, I didn't want to leave you there. You could really hurt your back sleeping like that.... I don't want you hurt." He whispered the last part. He suddenly then turned red.

"Why are you red?" I said touching his cheek. That seemed to make him even redder.

"I'm not!" He said slapping my hand away. I smirked at him. "What's up with that face Hamster!" He messed with my hair.

I slapped his hand away, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever Gorilla." Tink. A memory....a memory!

"Blah blah blah." He said teasing me. I didn't care though. I got my memory! A memory!