"He says ooo baby girl you know we're gonna be legends..." my speakers blurt out from across the room. Halsey is my guilty pleasure. I have all of her songs downloaded, but I only play them when I need to clear my mind. Now just happens to be one of those times.
I look at my clock. 3:37. "So it's gonna be one of those nights, huh?" I question myself as I get up to turn the music down a little so I don't wake anybody.
Instead of turning it down, I accidentally turn it way up. I cringe as I quickly turn the volume all the way down, listening for any sounds from the rest of the house.
Nothing. I sigh in relief, and turn the music on again.
"You're dripping like a saturated sunrise.."
I zone out to just appreciate the music. My appreciating turns into thinking, and before you know it, I'm in the middle of an existential crisis. You know, people at school might think that I'm so cool and that I can get whatever girl I want and all that junk that they think about popular people, but on the inside, I'm actually a really sensitive person. I would rather not be popular and be loved for who I am than be popular and have to continue putting on this mask of perfection. I'm just so sick of it.
I hadn't even realized I had started crying until I tasted the salt from my tears. I took a random blanket off my bed and wiped my cheeks with it. I could feel my eyes puffing up, and it was then that I knew that it was too late to stop it. The tears continued pouring out of my eyes, streaking down my cheeks like paint on a canvas. The funny thing is, I don't even know why I'm crying. It just happened and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?"
I look at my clock again, but this time my vision is blurred from the tears, preventing me from seeing the numbers. Why the fuck am I crying so hard?
I pull out my phone and dial Malia's number. I don't have to worry about waking her up. She's always up at this ungodly hour.
"What's up?" I hear from the other end.
"Malia..." I start, but tears choke up my words. I just start sobbing into the phone.
"Meet me at the park by the gas station," she states just before ending the call.
Even if I didn't want to talk, I had to now. There was no way I couldn't go. If I didn't show, she would just come to my house and force me out.
***
I pull up to the park, and shut off the engine. It doesn't take me long to find Malia, who is sitting in our spot right against the fence. I walk over to her and plop down. She puts her arm around me and just lets me cry. I sob into her shoulder, each sob violently shaking my body. Once I finally calm down and get some deep breaths in, Malia looks at me with a questioning look in her eyes.
"What's up Collin? I've never seen you this bad before."
"I've never seen myself this bad," I reply with a shaky chuckle.
"Well, I'm here for you, so just rant." she coos, holding my head in her hands.
"Well," I start, "Vanessa and I broke up. But I'm not sad about it. If anything, I'm happy that we're over. Which is weird because she's one of the best girlfriends I've ever had, but for some reason I just wasn't feeling it. And I was listening to Halsey tonight, and you know how bad it has to be for that to happen, and I just started bawling my eyes out. I don't know why it happened. It just did. Then I called you, and now here we are," I finish.
I "forgot" to mention the part about how I haven't been able to get Derek Lincoln and his stupid hug out of my head since the party. I don't know why I didn't tell her this. I trust Malia with my life.
After I had finished crying, and I cried nearly as much as humanly possible, we sat in the park for hours, just enjoying each others company and the chilly night air. We sat there for so long just talking that we hardly even realized that the sun was coming up over the hill. So much for sleep.
"Thank you for being here for me," I whisper as we get up.
"Thank you for calling me," she responds, equally quiet.
I have no clue what I did to deserve a friend like Malia. She's always there for me, no matter what, with no complaints. She listens to all my problems. She helps me loosen up. She makes sure that I'm okay when she knows that something is getting to me, which is especially helpful because nobody ever thinks that something could possibly be wrong with me. She sees right through me, and although that can be a bad thing sometimes, it really helps. Malia always seems to know just the right thing to say at just the right time, and she usually knows more about my problem that I do. I could never express in words how much I appreciate her.
She is my world, and probably the only reason I'm still sane.
She asks me if I want to hang out instead of go to school. My immediate response is yes. I really wasn't feeling the whole school thing. We end up driving over the hill and into the next town over where we get a nice breakfast at a cute little diner. Then we just drive, talking all the while, about anything and everything under the sun.
I just love hanging out with her so much.
We end up cutting our trip short, as our both of our moms text us, asking why we're not in school.
On the way back to town, I realize something. Malia never talks to me about anything really super personal. I usually get generic responses when I ask.
Could Malia be hiding something big from me?
A/N - I just want to ask anybody who reads this something. Am I moving the plot too fast or too slow? Or do you like it? Idk how I feel but I'd like to know what you think. :)
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Teen Fiction-cringe warning- i wrote this when i was 15 lmao. the plot's a mess and the writing sucks but i had fun writing it so i decided to keep it up. :) Collin and Derek are seemingly opposite types of people. They both have their own groups of friends, ar...
