The Red Balloon [Heavy Editing]

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❝You could be my hero, if only I could let go.❞

- Broken Arrow (Pixie Lott)

Amethyst Hayes

I tried to avoid fate, I tried to avoid my fears, I tried to avoid him. But it's easier said than done.

Right after school, when I power-walked to my house in order to avoid Michael, even though in a way he was avoiding me as well, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. Swiftly my hand took out my phone and I read the home screen to see what it was that Tracy may have texted me. But what was typed on my screen soon drained the color of my face. I stopped walking, and my eyes swept across the screen once more.

>1 New Text Message From Devan Hughes

All I had to do was swipe my thumb across the screen and I would know what was texted to me from my... ex? I recoiled as the thought crossed my mind, and finally made up my mind by pushing it back into my back pocket, ignoring the next vibrate from my phone, whether it was from Tracy or not.

"Hey.." A hand was placed on my shoulder. I stiffened, realizing that I had allowed Michael to catch up to me. "Hi.." I replied timidly, looking away. I heard some shuffles, and the hand on my shoulder disappeared. Gathering up all my courage I looked to the side, and saw what I slightly feared of. "What brings you here, Michael?"

He let out a shaky breath, "That went better than I thought it would."

I scoffed, a small smile replacing my previous frown.

"Well, home and food is what brought me here. Other than that, I wanted to talk to you, Amethyst."

I raised up my hand, indicating that I knew, and didn't want to speak to him about it. "It's better to just let it go." Instantly the song Let It Go from Frozen played in my head.

"It's been a week.." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh.." Was all I could say as I felt another vibrate from my phone. He gave me a questioning look, before pointing, "Aren't you going to check that?" I shook my head, and to my relief he didn't push any further.

"So, I see you play baseball?" I said after we continued walking in silence. He only nodded, a clear indication that he didn't want to talk about it either. But I pushed further, "Um, about your.. phone, that is." I started. I wasn't sure if I should just say I broke into his 'privacy' and accidentally went in a 'pleasant' conversation with his dad. Though something in my gut told me that it would be better if I had never mentioned about his phone in the first place... at all.

His eyes widened for a minute, and a shadow swept across his face. "Sorry you had to go through that."

"Oh..?" So he knew about his father's little chat with me on the phone? "It wasn't anything..."

"No. It was a huge mistake of mine."

"Accidentally leaving your phone at my house isn't your mistake. It's just proves your ignorance." I pointed out.

He frowned, before exhaling loudly and shaking his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

And for the rest of the way we stayed silent. Well, not exactly. I was humming Let It Go, and seriously it was getting annoying, I admit it even to myself. I could tell by Michael's expression that he wasn't the least satisfied with the way how I sang. "I'll go ask one of the shops if I could go get an apple to shove in your mouth." He joked, and I paused for a minute, seriously considering it before shrugging and continued to sing. Michael groaned, facepalming himself.