Paper Airplanes {Corey Haim}

Six~The Outsiders

Corey's POV
12:13am
I couldn't get Sarah Jane out of my head. She was there like a song that you know every word to. A song on the radio that plays over and over.

I walked around town and sat on a swing in a park. But the silence was shattered when somebody called: "Hey rich boy! Let's fight!"

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Sarah Janes POV
"It was our first date, after dinner he took me to the Hollywood sign. We walked to the hotel, he wrote a  love note and he through it in the air and it flew into my room. He wrote such beautiful things. It felt real. He asked if I would go steady with him. I said yes...because I loved him...I still do.", I told Ellie.

The phone rang.

"Hello, Sarah Jane Swayze", I said.

"This is Docter Major with LA hospital. Your boyfriend Corey Haim is here, he as attack and we wanted to let you know", the doctor said.

"I'll be right there!", I yelled. I told Ellie to stay put and I grabbed my coat and ran to the hospital

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"Room 222", the nurse informed me.

I thanked her and hurried to see Corey. I got in the elevator and waited for the doors to open impatiently as Elvis Presley played quietly.

The doors opened and as I walked down the hall I mumbled each room number to myself as I looked for 222.

I found it and peeked inside. But I was too late. Heather was sitting beside his bed. I covered my mouth so nobody could hear my crying.

But I had things to say, I waited for Heather to leave. When she walked out, I hid behind a drink machine. When the coast was clear, I walked inside.

I sat in the chair beside Corey's bed.

"Hey", I said.

"What is it?", he asked.
(The text in the paragraph under this are song lyrics and not mine🙃)
"I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house,
And you still got it in your drawer even now.
Your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate.
The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,
And I can picture it after all these days.
And I know it's long gone,
And that magic's not here no more,
And I might be okay,
But I'm not fine at all.
'Cause there we are again on that little town street.
You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me.
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories about you on a tee ball team
You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me.
And I know it's long gone
And there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to
'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.
We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
And maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.
You work up the nerve to call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, how we used to be. Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when we stayed up all night talking, laughing.
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it, 'cause you remember it all too.
'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all.
Wind in my hair, you were there.
Down the stairs, you were there.", I began.

"But now, I'm standing on the inside, looking in. Like I'm a outsider. I feel like Dallas Winston in The Outsiders, because I think what I'm feeling now is what he felt when he got shot. What happened? You used to trust me. Now, I feel like iv lost everything and my best friend. And why? A dumb Barbie wanna-Be. I sat at home crying today, wanting to chase you. Now, I find that you would come to me if you really believed im being honest. I am. I feel bad, feel bad about you getting attacked, but then, I stopped. Heather? Why was she here? I know I'm not your girlfriend anymore, but can you respect me enough to take time to move on? I love you. Maybe its mutual, maybe not.", I confessed.

I kissed his head and walked out before I began to cry.

I cried and leaned up against a wall outside. It was dark. Only light was from the street lamps.

A tap on my back made me turn around and who was standing in front of me was the last person I expected.