How We Met #1 (Completed) ✔️

03

I wake up, like I normally do except this time expecting a message from Mello.

{1 New Message: Marshmello}
{Open}

MELLO
Hey I just wanted to make sure that you knew I'm coming around 12:30.

Is that okay?

YOU
Of course!

Would you maybe want some lunch?

Oops!

That was stupid.

I'll just make lunch. Is that fine?

MELLO
Yeah, of course!

Just not somewhere too public.

YOU
This is why I said I'll just make lunch.

MELLO
Okay, great!

Thanks!

YOU
No problemo.

MELLO
Lol.

YOU
Lol.

MELLO
See you soon?

YOU
See you soon! 💛
Read 8:01 am

I turn my phone off and set it down on my bedside table before standing from my warm bed. At the same time, I want to stay in bed, soaking the warmth into my bones. Instead of having that luxury, I have to go on with my day. I grab the clothes I'll need before making my way to my shower. I turn on the warm water, standing in front of the mirror. I study my face, trying to overcome my many insecurities.

I hear a knock at the door as I'm pulling my pants on and panic, snatching my light grey hoodie off of the bed and running downstairs. I slip it on once I reach the door, looking through the peep hole. I smile, and open the mahogany door.

"Hello." I tell Marshmello. "Come in." I stand off to the side.

"Thank you." He says, walking through the front door.

I hurry and run upstairs to my room to get my phone before checking the time.

Wow, it's already 12:30? I must have taken a longer shower than I wanted to.

I hurry and do my makeup before hurrying down the stairs which ends in me tripping again.

"Damn it." I mumble to myself, once I hit the bottom.

"Are you okay?" Marshmello asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Only this time I think I finally broke or fractured something." I tell him, hesitantly adjusting my sitting position to be more comfortable.

"How did you fall?" He asks. Aaaaaand here comes the embarrassment. Flames. Burning. Cheeks. Error. Thoughts not working.

"I tripped over my own feet." I say quietly, cheeks burning. They're probably as red as cherries right about now...

"You tripped over your own feet?" He repeats, eyebrows raised.

"Yep." I answer, keeping my eyes trained on my white socks.

"What do you think you fractured?" He asks.

"Umm, maybe a wrist? Might be my ankle and foot." I answer, unsure what I fractured. All I know is I fractured something.

"Let's get you to the emergency room." He tells me.

He helps me up and carries me to his car, fishing in his pocket for his keys. I feel bad for allowing him to carry me. I've always been strong and been alone... what's another time?

"Marshmello! I can walk you know!" I tell him, laughing a little. I can't let him know that I'm in pain. That just isn't me.

"Nope. We don't know what you fractured. So, until then you will not walk." He says, meeting my eyes. I can see that he's serious and won't budge on the subject.

"Fine." I say, I start pouting and he quickly looks away.

"Don't pout! You'll make me feel bad." He whines, opening the passenger door and helping me in.

"Fine." I reply. Sighing, I wipe the pout from my face and start smiling. "How's that?" I ask, wanting to make him feel better. I don't like others being upset. It makes me upset too.

"That's better." He answers, shutting the passenger door and getting into his side. He starts the car and turns on some music, peeling out of the driveway. He begins the short drive to the nearby hospital.

(&)

Hope you're enjoying the story! I'm editing the rest, trying to fix what 13-year-old me wrote wrong.

So. Many. Grammatical. ERRORS.

Thank you for everything, I love you, and always treat people with kindness. (Including yourself)

x Caspian 🤍