Falling Hurts. A Kian Lawley fanfic

chapter 36 - baby

"pssst"

"psssssst"

"andy"

"wake up"

I whispered these phrases about twenty times before she finally woke up.

"huh? what, kodie?" She said back while sitting up.

I put my finger to my lips signaling her to whisper.

"all the guys are asleep, be quiet. now come on." I said.

She pulled her phone off the charger and walked behind me upstairs. we walked in the kitchen and grabbed two cereal bars, two peaches, and two bottles of orange juice. then we walked outside.

"Kodie it's literally 5:50 am. no one is awake, the sun isn't even up, and it's a Saturday morning." She said stating the obvious.

"I know all those things. but don't you remember our tradition? on some school mornings we'd grab all these things and have a breakfast in our spot and watch the sunrise. and when the clock hit 6:00 and the sun began to pop up we'd scream sad lyrics to old songs, probably disturbing the houses around us, but we didn't care. then at around 6:30 we'd head back and start getting ready for school. and we haven't done it in like two years." I explained.

"Ahh yes the good days." She replied as we got to the abandoned building.

we got to the top and sat on the blanket that had been up there in that bag since our freshman year of highschool. it was a memorable blanket, we believed it was our 'lucky' blanket so we'd take it on dates with us. all the picnics we ever went on we never dared to use a different one. it was a little faded, but not too many damages. if adam and I were in a rough patch I'd ask him if we could talk in this old field near the school a lot of people hang out at and I'd take the blanket hoping it would bring good luck.

"I hate saying this but I kinda miss high school" andrea said.

"Same. even though I dated a jerk (at the time) and wasn't a happy person all-together, I miss it." I said.

"You need to show kian this spot before we leave. this spot changes people" She said.

it was true. it changed me. to be honest I didn't necessarily 'find' this spot. when I was 6 my idol was my aunt kasey. I wanted to do everything she did and be her, that was my goal. she was about 18 at the time. she had made a lot of mistakes, but to me, she was still the best person ever. she would take me here, lay down this new blanket she had gotten for her 18th birthday, and we would sit here and she'd tell me to not be like her and make the decisions she made. she wouldn't look at me though, my big saucer eyes would look at her like she was a queen, but she would stare at the view. then at the end of every speech she'd say a little quote that would be her own words that somehow would just stick with me until she'd say another. then a tear would roll down her cheek and she would quickly wipe it away and look at me and smile, like every thing was fine. but I knew it wasn't.

she was beautiful, every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her. she loved to party, sadly. but after every bad party she would say she was done selling herself short and that she would want to get better, for me.

she couldn't get better. she was an amazing girl, she could write like a champ and her words were so smooth.

she got in a car wreck after a party one night. this time, she didn't even drink. the first time she made the right choice and she got hurt for it. she passed away. my mom was broken, so was I and everyone that got to experience her love.

this broke me. I was young and she told me how hard life would be and how much I would get hurt. and she always said she would be there for me. but that's not how things work.