Twintastrophe

Addison: The King of The Jungle

Skai Jackson as Brooke McCormick

My intent had never been to come to the 161st platform, but I  allowed myself to be carried there on my own feet and corrupted sense of judgment. Sitting on a bench underneath a poster advertising ice cream, I stared at the barren uptown side that was across from me. Digging Jack's ratty, red Converse high tops into the dents on the platform, I tilted my head to the side, singing the first song that came to mind. 'Enemy Fire' by Bea Miller. 

"Who's a friend, who's an enemy.

'Cause sometimes they look the same to me.

But looks can be pleasing, yet so deceiving.

Sweet words from a serpent's tongue.

It's like playing with a loaded gun..."

"Please get out," I muttered, rubbing my hands up my bare arms in a futile effort to stop the chills from running through my body.

Would he argue?

Did I want him to argue?

Conflicted, I refused to meet his penetrating gaze, gnawing on my bottom lip, playing with the simple gold ring bracelet sitting on my hand.

"Fine."

Jerked out of my thoughts, my eyes widened as I watched him swing a jean-clad leg over my windowsill and hoist himself out without looking back at me, leaving the same way I assumed he got in.

'No.'

'Please.'

'Come back.'

I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories bombarded me like a child touching a wet painting. 

"Burn a hole through the plastic crowd.

'Cause I've been trying to find the way out.

It's so confusing but never amusing.

Sweet smiles in the aftermath.

Turned to whispering behind my back.

I need an ally to guard the night time." 

Abruptly the lyrics stop as a familiar group presents itself on the opposite platform. Squinting my eyes as the setting sun blurs their image, I barely have time to squat behind the bench when Charlotte's head whips around to face me.  

I can almost feel her eyes narrow, staring directly at my back. Cramped in the tiny space, I can only manage to tilt my head, ever so slightly and watch their interaction. 

Tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear, Charlotte turned back and let out a twinkling laugh at something that causes Denver to blush and wave her hands around flusteredly. Denver, bless her soul, had always been the baby of the group, a pretty brunette with a petite frame and innocent doe green eyes. Next to her stood Zoey, a young Korean girl with blue-white hair was talking animatedly with Edeline, a tall, flat-chested, red head who was an amazing athlete. 

They were still the same. None of them hadn't changed the way I had, experienced what I had. Curling my knees into my chest, I arched my back to give myself more room. Placing my cheek onto my knees, I allowed my eyes to slid close.

"Shut up!" A harsh pressure applied to my stomach throws me backward. My head hits the ajar door with a sickening thud and I fall to the ground, not having enough strength in my body to lift my head. 

"Stop it!" A different voice, this one female and shaky, hollered and I can hear feet running towards me. "You're hurting her!"

"Will all of you just SHUT THE FUCK UP!"