In 15 Seconds

i want to see my little boy

The walk to James' house mostly consisted of him trying to calm me down. Trying, and failing. I managed to get over my breakdown but the tears are still threatening to fall and I couldn't help shaking a little bit. If I wasn't an anxiety-ridden teenager I would've jumped at the chance of finally talking to Mason, but alas, my world doesn't work that way. It's weird, because on the outside, I seem like a pretty chill person, but I'm actually the complete opposite. I tend to keep my emotions hidden in the presence of other people, but I let the dam break when I'm with my close friends. Which is the situation at this moment. "Hey, it'll be fine. We're just gonna sit and talk, actually, we don't even have to talk. We can just sit and look at the stars, yeah?" James said, in an attempt to coax me out of my anxiety. I took a deep breath. Yeah, we don't have to talk, we can just.. Sit in silence. That thought managed to calm me down at least by a bit.

I noticed we were getting closer to his house. Why did he have to live so near to the school? I mournfully thought.  15 seconds later we were at the door, with James ringing the doorbell as I fearfully looked up at his house. His mom soon answered. "Hi, mom. I invited Alice over too, if that's okay." James greeted. His mom startled at my presence, but immediately moved in for a hug. "Alice! It's so good to see you." She said, delighted, as she squeezed the living daylights out of me. I hugged her back, letting out a small laugh, my mood has been significantly raised. "It's good to see you too, Auntie." I responded.

Our happy reunion was interrupted by James clearing his throat, grumpily muttering about how he, the actual child, wasn't greeted with a hug, which earned another laugh out of me. His mom ruffled his hair and invited us to eat, which I humbly declined, in favor of retreating to James' room, specifically, to his soft bed, in an attempt to forget about the boy who'll arrive sooner than I'd like.

Maybe I can hide in there until it's time to leave.. I thought. James raced up the stairs, and I turned to follow him, but before I could reach the first step, James' mom called to me. I glanced at her questioningly, and saw her face in a frown. "You look a bit pale, dear. Are you feeling well?" James' mom worriedly asked me. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a bit tired, is all." I said, trying to sound convincing, as I hurriedly went up the stairs so as not to raise any suspicion. Wait, that probably had the opposite effect. Dammit. I thought, as I slowed my pace when I started down the hallway to James' room.

The moment I dropped my bag on some random spot on the room, I jumped face down on the bed. James' bed is very much softer than mine, so I'm thankful for the fact that we're close enough for me to steal his bed whenever I visit. Still lying face-down, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. I guess the events of today really wore me out. I was a second away from losing consciousness before I heard the door open and very loudly slam closed. I turned to glare at James for interrupting my sleep, to find him wearing fresh clothes and an innocent smile. "Sorry, it had to be done. I can't have you drooling on my pillows in your school dirt infested uniform. Go change, you filthy woman." He ordered. I groaned before begrudgingly getting up, carrying a pillow with me and smacking it across James' face. He sputtered as a few feathers managed to enter his mouth, and I grinned in triumph as I rushed to the drawers set up for whenever I come over to grab some clothes and flee before James could reach me. Luckily I closed the bathroom door on his face before I got tackled, and laughed breathily at his unmanly squawking.

I changed quickly, still chuckling under my breath, and returned to James' room. He was wearing an indignant pout, while sitting on his bed. I couldn't help but think that he looked like a small child after losing a game. I stuffed my school clothes into my bag, then sat next to him. He grumbled under his breath, I couldn't quite catch what he said. "Sorry, what?" I said, smirking at him. He surprised me with a smirk of his own, and only then did I remember I wasn't his only guest. A looming sense of doom replaced my prideful expression, and before James could open his mouth, I fell back and covered my face with a nearby pillow, letting out a muffled scream. James chuckled at this. What a great friend. "Hey, at least you forgot about it for at least a little while, but you and I both know you can't escape this forever." He reasoned, and I responded with another pillow smack to his face. Ironically, just when James was about to lunge at me with a pillow of his own, the muffled voice of his mom from downstairs called, saying the words I dreaded to hear since I arrived.

"James! Mason's here! Come down here, and bring Alice too!"

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a/n:
it's still sunday in the us
also i just realized that tagging my frens notifies them so ima just,,, not do that

follow them tho or else