Crash Into You

McDonalds and Brotherly Love

Lunch is a nice transition from teachers, unimportant subjects, and just people in general. We are allowed to leave the campus for this wonderful hour and a half break we take. Of course, as soon as that bell rings, we're out of this joint. This is how it is... Derek, Daisy, and I pile up into my pale blue jeep. Then I'll crank up the sucky radio and me and Derek will sing as loud as possible as if the sound isn't scratchy and annoying. Cue Daisy covering her ears, pressing them against her head. Her large flower earrings are leaving indentions in her cheeks.

This process Is the norm, it's been this way forever. Today isn't forever, however, and here I am driving to McDonalds... alone. I turn on the radio that's cutting in and out like my older brother.

Mason was a popular jock cliche around two years ago at the great KHS. After dad died he just detached himself completely. He wouldn't listen, he didn't feel, he was plastic. It was almost a relief for everyone when he left the day after graduation to Chicago. Well, for everyone except me. He was my brother. He told me things that only we know. He was real and human when it was me and him behind the glass wall we were always behind. I loved him. I love him. Mom tried.... so hard. It hurt to watch how she baited her heart and threw it into an endless pond, just to become impatient and hard. I honestly don't know if mom loved Mason or not. I don't know if she loves me....

I keep this image of my family in my head. I keep the warm glow of my brothers smile and warm brown eyes etched into my mind. Always in the back of my mind. I see the curve of my dad's smile. And lastly, I watch as my mom laughs. Her giggles and heaving breaths prominent in my memories. Mom doesn't laugh like that anymore.

I make my way towards a small red bridge only feet away. I thump my thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of Summer by Calvin Harris. I whip my brown hair to the contagious sound of the music. I hum along, my voice cracking and my left foot tapping. I have never been able to sing, but that's never stopped me before.

My mind wanders as my car reaches a careless speed of 65 miles per hour on a 30 mph road. I had always jokingly said that speed limits are for the weak of tires. The song reaches the second verse. My hair is still whipping in a circular motion. You can call me Willow ;) I stop moving my head to make sure I'm even on the road still. What I see knocks me breathless.

He is there, staring intently at me from behind a nearby tree. His eyes the color of coffee. His lips that gentle color of rose. Flushing cheeks. He's here. He's here. He's here. My head spins and I gasp for breath. I am drowning in memories and burning in passion. I stare at the figure in awe and love and anger and ever other emotion I can be possibly filled with. Right there I pour my heart out with one look at his brown eyes. My body is still. The car is still. The Earth is unmoving. At least that's how I feel... until I feel a jerk of my body and stare wildly in horror at the vehicle that had just collided with mine.