Their Story (Only Up To Chapter 15)

A Night and a Morning

He writes, "there was once a young man, and he was a talented writer. Each day he would write a story to bring joy to his classmates, and this was enough to satisfy him and keep others from finding out his secret. His secret is one to be told later. He told tales to express things he couldn't put into words from his mouth. One day he met a girl, and on one evening, their eyes met. He felt something, he wanted to be closer to her but wasn't sure how and the fear of his condition kept him quiet. He couldn't speak how he felt due to his condition, so he wrote. He wrote her a story. He wrote the poet girl a story. A story, short and sweet. One simply to express what he could not. That boy's name was Shawn, and her name was Abigail. Basically Abigail, I like you. Do you wanna catch a movie or something?"

Shawn sighs and shakes his head, crumbling up the paper and throwing it into the garbage bin, full of other thrown out drafts, in his room. His room is nothing special, a grey shelf past the end of his bed which holds notebooks for days, an endless array of jackets hanging off of it, and a single teddy bear, a dresser containing his other clothes, sits by the door, a table at his bedside with a bulky dinosaur of a laptop and a phone charger plugged into the wall with his phone hooked up sits, the laptop playing the main menu theme of Shawn's favorite game at the time.

"Some stories are best left untold," he mutters, thinking aloud. Shawn sighs, he can't risk saying anything. First off, he's worried it'll come across to strong and creepy, and that may be true depending on how he does it, and in most cases the story plan would be a bad idea, but Shawn doesn't know much better. He's never seriously asked out a girl. Not like this. Sure he's befriended girls and had crushes and all, but this felt more real since that moment when their eyes met under the gaze of the setting Sun a few nights ago.

Shawn turns off the laptop, ending the melody of the game's main menu, and continues to write...

Abigail sits at a desk in her room, wondering about Shawn. Her room is more well decorated than shawn, with a window looking out over her yard with purple drapes, a variety of posters for bands and shows she's a fan of, a shelf filled with novels she's read or reading, a closet housing various outfits, a bed with white and brown covers, a computer desk in the corner, and a photo of her with her parents sitting next to the computer as a happy family. The computer desk also has a few figurines and the like sprawled about. However, Abigail's thoughts are more focused on Shawn right now.

She thinks about that moment when their eyes met at sunset. She could've acted then, at worst, he'd reject her and that'd be it, but she's new in town ever since the day where...

She pushes the thought of that day away, wondering about Shawn. She knows without a shadow of a doubt that he has some form of mental illness, it's only a question of what kind. Depression? Aniexty? She isn't sure. While those are technically true at least to some extent, she knows there's some other issue but she can't put her finger on what it is. He's odd, not in a bad way but odd none the less. She considers for a moment asking him, but that would be rude and could offend him. She doesn't want to upset Shawn.

She sighs and thinks to herself about why Shawn is how he is. She wonders why he's so energetic one minute, and then seemingly dead inside the next.

She decides that these are questions for another day and decides to go to sleep.

The next day she awakens to the sizzling of bacon which she follows down the wooden oak statirs, exiting the white door of her room on the second floor into the kitchen by the stairs, where her mom has prepared three plates of bacon and eggs, she sits at the birch table and begins to eat, her mom greeting her, good morning, having short red hair and blue eyes and being about six feet tall. "Good morning," she smiles.

"Morning mom," Abigail gets up and hugs her mom, "how'd you sleep?"

"I slept alright," Abigail's mom replies, "what about you?"

"I slept pretty good," Abigail smiles.

"Any word from that cute boy you hung out with at the football game?" Her mom inquires.

"Mom please," Abigail turns away awkwardly.

"Just kidding," her mom chuckles handing her her lunch, "by the way, you'll have to take the bus today. I have an early shift at work."

"Got it," Abigail replies, "love you. Bye."

"Love you too," her mom replies as Abigail walks out the door, "have a great day sweetie..."

Shawn also wakes up and grabs breakfast around the same time, eating a more simple breakfast of toast as he walks out the door early to enjoy the cold under the rising Sun of this Monday morning as the trees leaves begin go fall one by one in a soothing wind, bring a smile to Shawn's face as he approaches the school.

Shawn wonders what he should say to Abigail, if anything. Should he just act normal? Should he act as himself or pretend to be normal? Should they make plans again?

Abigail wonders what she should say to Shawn. Should they make plans again? Should she pretend the sunset incident didn't happen? Should she bring it up?

Either way both know they're still going to be friends with the other for the time being, having every reason to and no reason not too.

This is what they decide as they arrive, Shawn already writing an entry in the library and Abigail eager to read it...