Every second that passed, every waking moment; I thought of her. Though she never was the centre of attention, she captivated my world. Weather or not I wanted to believe it, I couldn't keep her off my mind.
Juliet's warning- she was probably right.
Nothing but trouble and weirdness, but maybe that's what I'd needed all along.
I surprised myself by approaching her first.
"Kennedy?"
"Winters, I'm a damsel in distress here- she rolled her eyes sarcastically- waiting for my hero to whisk me away upon his horse into the sunset."
"Hope?"
Her second name sounded unworthy in my mouth considering what a beautiful word it was.
I swallowed.
"I was wrong. Take me on another adventure, see if I'm worthy or not, educate me on your band t-shirts and ramble about books; I want to be your friend."
Do you?
She raised her eyebrows. Her eyes caught the light and sparkled, in contrast with her blue hair.
"It would be my honour."
Underneath the gap in the fence she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her.
"Where are we going?"
"To get my most prized possession to begin your education."
After sprinting down winding streets in broad daylight, we stopped at a house.
An ordinary house.
You wouldn't believe she lived there.
Kennedy grinned at me.
"Watch this."
She clung onto the branches of a nearby tree and started to climb it.
"Kennedy, what the fuck?"
She ignored me and soon she was balanced at the top.
"I can see how big your head is from here!"
"Very funny, now come down-"
She was balanced at the side of the windowpane.
"This is insane!"
She knocked twice and suddenly a toddler was opening the window.
She climbed in and I caught a glimpse of bedroom walls plastered with band posters.
A moment later she was out again, carrying her rucksack- and without warning she leaped.
My world collapsed in slow motion.
I'm a coward.
I closed my eyes.
And she climbed down, unharmed, beaming.
She jumps back to the ground with a thump, and I'm shaking my head in pure astonishment; I have no words.
Kennedy zips open her rucksack and removes a pair of headphones.
She plugs them into her phone and fiddles with it for a second.
"Though you may not know it, I can't educate you here. We need an appropriate atmosphere."
I follow her up a hill. Up the grass, my legs aching.
"Keep up Winters."
Finally we sit together on a bench.
I have to give it to her; the view of the appearing stars is magnificent.
She hands me the headphones.
"I'm going to share with you a small section of the masterpiece that is my music taste. First, Fall Out Boy of course, then a little My Chemical Romance, some Panic! At The Disco and the Beatles, so on. Hasley, 21 pilots, you get the deal."
I hadn't heard of any of these people except the Beatles but it explained the strange t-shirts.
And the next two hours are a melody.
Anger, sadness, acceptance, longing, freedom.
Screams into the void of unwanted young blood, killjoys in the distance, the rhythm an accolade of time once passed.
I turn to her, my ears buzzing and my mind wide open.
"I guess your taste in music is okay."
And our laughs echo across the landscape, bouncing off the stars.
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Mentions Of Kennedy
AléatoireIt was like he blinked and then she was gone. He took her for granted; only noticed the shadow in the schoolyard when it was too late. She is. She was. She simply spat fire and gazed at him with piercing eyes. Would he be too late? Only you would kn...
