I Will Always Love Y.O.U

Hey I'm Charlotte and this is my first story on wattpad, this is just a teaser, introduction kind of thing and I hope you enjoy it, please leave feedback if you have time :) see ya soon x

My arms fell to my sides as the rain hammered against the windows of our house, the sun had completely vanished and miles of grey cloud took it’s place. The cluttered beach bag fell to the floor and spilled everywhere as i ran back to the coach, curling up into a ball I mumbled into my sleeve. The silent house almost felt empty, until the squeak of a floorboard rang through the area.

The dominate breathing of another person echoed in my ears as the sofa dipped at the other end, even with the rain beating down I heard them mumble “come on Marcel, she’s your best friend just fricking talk to her” a giggled escaped my lips as I looked up to the brown haired and round glasses boy. His attention shot from me to the floor but then back again “why are you so upset it’s just rain”

“Cause this is the last time I’ll see you till school and what if we, we” I paused “we don’t go to the same school” swinging my feet down he shuffled closer and wrapped one small around around my shoulders. So Marcel isn’t the strongest, best looking, sporty boy around but we have known each other for six years and the thought of going to different high schools breaks my heart.

His nerdy glasses and level headiness balance my loud nature and ray bans, we are complete opposite but get on like salt and pepper. Shaking my head from all the thinking I glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips as he scanned the TV book “what are you smiling for, today’s ruined” I moaned.

“Maybe not my very disappointed friend” he said springing from the sofa and switching the TV on, he flicked through channel after channel until i heard it.  Grease appeared on my TV before Marcel danced back across the room, his moves made me hide behind my hands as he danced around. Laughter erupted from my lungs as he reached for my hand “no carry on”

“Not without my partner” he laughed, his dimples showing through in the dim light. His hand grasped mine and pulled me from the warmth of the sofa, I crashed into him before steadying myself. We danced to every song as the rain carried on beating on the window until the film finished as we flopped on the sofa a knock ran through the house “that’s probably my mum” Marcel sighed “I better go” he rose from the sofa and picked up his beach stuff, he shrugged his jacket on as i followed him to the door “remember Char, friends for life no matter where we end up” his arms wrapped round me and gripped my body, gripping his back he shattered.

Like glass he shattered to the floor, my eyes shot open as my body flew up. Gasping for air I realised it was all a dream, a realistic, bad dream.