A Collection of Short Stories

The Other Side of the Story

Anytime you hear someone talk, it's about their story- or a piece of it.

Their incredibly journey getting to where they are today.

Whether it be a small collage story or a silly job they had as a teenager.

Now, here's my story- but here's the thing.

It's not actually my story. It's my part in other people's stories.

I don't really have my own stories, because I'm too busy being a side character in others'.

There wasn't enough time in a day to play two roles.

And I'm not special enough- important enough- to have my own story.

So here's me, the side kick. The person who you question what happens too at the end of everyone's epic journey. Here I am. And here's what really happens on the other side.

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I woke up feeling a bit groggy this morning, but there was no time to loose. I had to be at school early so that Sean didn't have to wait for me.

He was a fairly shy, emo-ish kid who didn't socialize much, but he was actually pretty great to be around.

After changing into some casual clothes, I grabbed a piece of toast on my way out the door so that I didn't end up making Sean wait.

I was always at school before him, because if I wasn't there when he needed me, he'd probably have a panic attack in the middle of the school.

He's had a few of those recently since school started up again last month, but there really wasn't much I could do except for giving him reassurance that things would get better.

I wait in the library until approximately 7:16 in the morning, which seemed completely and utterly random, but I assure you, it makes sense. I made my way out of the library and sped walked to the cafeteria- which is where students chatted away until the school bell rang at 7:25 signaling for us to head to class. I made my way over to some mutual friends of Sean and I before noticing him walk in out of the corner of my eye. I was to stay talking with the group unless he signaled me over or came over himself.

Sean ended up spotting us and making his way over to our group, cautiously. He wasn't a very extroverted kid, so it wasn't very surprising when he hardly engaged in the conversation.

I saw Sean's gaze wander over to another group of people- the football jocks.

"Oi!" one of them shouted, making Sean immediately turn away and blush furiously.

Our group fell silent and turned to the sudden outburst made by a boy named Kyle- one of the football teams defenders.

"You giving googly eyes to my mate over here?" Kyle spoke again, making more people hush into giggly whispers. He motioned towards the quarterback, Toby, who also happens to be the best player on the team. I now, stereotypical.

Sean stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact as he stared at the floor. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he fancied the quarterback- but Sean just doesn't know where to stop when it comes to these things. If you gave him the opportunity, without making it blatantly obvious, he'd stare at that boy all day. He'd never admit it out loud though, because he's, well, kind of still in the closet, which it kind of pointless at this point as everybody kind of already knows. (Except, I think he's oblivious to that fact, surprisingly.)

"Stay away from him you fag! He doesn't need your gay-ass germs all over him before football starts," Kyle spat, turning him and Toby away. I swear for a small second there was a flash of guilt in Toby's eyes, but it was gone in an instant.