gravity ➳ s.m.

five

Shawn's P.O.V.

I'm in my childhood home, in my front yard, with a person. This person's whole body is blurred out, but seems safe; I'm 10 years old again.

"Pass it here" I say glancing towards the soccer ball at its feet.  It does as told and passes it but misses my feet and the ball slides down the curb, onto the road, and it rolls down the street.

"You kick it you get it" my selfish 10 year old self chimes in, it does as told and heads out into the street. Once it reaches the ball, I get a glance of the persons face. It's her.

I take a second to look at the view. When she bends over to grab the ball, a car is inching towards her,

"HEY!' I scream warning her she looks at me and I race to the street... but I'm too late

*CRASH!*

And that's when I wake up, in a puddle of my own sweat and a pounding heart. I fly out of bed and am quick to check the clock, 6:30 a.m. it reads, thank god it's Friday.

I race to the bathroom and splash some water in my face from the sink but my face still carries the same dead tired, pale look.

I grab a comb from the cabinet and comb through my somehow straight snarls and I take a minute to stare at it.

My brown shaggy hair is pretty straight but has a slight wave at the bottom; I think I may need a hair cut soon.

I snap back into reality and I head back to my room to pull on an old gray track sweatshirt over my plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

Once I'm done getting ready I grab my phone and race down the stairs to find my mom.

"Hi Honey." she says in a sweet tone,

"Bye mom" I say giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.

I start my walk to school, I actually have no clue how exactly to get there.

After walking for a while I reach a sign that reads Davidson Day High School, that's when I know I have arrived.

*

I hear a knock on my door and stand up from my spot on the couch . I open the door and see Becca standing their impatiently

"Hey Rebecca"  I smile but she just rolls her eyes.

"Don't call me that" she says with annoyance in her tone.

"Well .... are we going to finish this project or not?" she asks with extra sass. Well geez.

"Y-yeah" I stutter.

Why do I act like this in front of her?

"Well am I going to stand here all day?" She asks rasing an eyebrow. Oh yeah she's still outside.

I reach my hand out for her but she rejects it and pushes her way through the door. Well then.

"Is something wrong?" I ask as she sets her stuff down

"No" she states plainly.

"Well yesterday you wer-" I get cut off,

"Well I don't care" She says shrugging her shoulders.

"I just thou-" I get cut off again.

"What you thought that we were friends, or something?" she asks harshly. I nod slowly.

"Well we're not and won't be" she shares, hurting me a bit. What did I do?  We sit in an awkaward silence.

"You know what? I'll just finish it by myself." She says and picks up her stuff from the couch. But before I can stop her she gone. I sigh in defeat and fall back on the couch.

Welp.