Accidentally Falling

Your Heart Just Breaks

Warning: Swearing.

— Ally's P.O.V. —

I sat in my room for about what seemed two or more hours. I sobbed as I went through the pictures in my camera roll of Liam and I, deleting each one as I sobbed harder and more. I heard a knock on my bedroom door as I looked up. It was the boys.
"Ally? Are you okay?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I sniffled, wiping my eyes and nose with my hand. My eyes were red along with my rosy cheeks.
"They all know, Ally. They understand. I explained it to them." Ryan replied, the concern in his voice was clear.
"Gee, thanks, Ry. Now my other younger siblings know." I replied, turning away as I set my phone down, the screen up with a picture of Liam and I on it. The smiles in our faces were real. The frown and sadness in my heart was real too. The two years we had spent together– the trips we planned– the life we had planned; all for nothing. And he knew we were only gonna be here for a few years, at the most. I could've gotten a plane ticket to go see him. But you know what? Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck the plans we made. In the end, it wasn't worth it anyways. I thought I was lucky, but turns out I was the opposite.
The boys walked over and sat on my bed next to me. Tony picked up the phone, looking at the picture. He sighed, then deleted that picture along with the rest. The twins were twelve, which is when I first started to understand most of stuff. It's when I had my first boyfriend. When we broke up I didn't really know how to feel. I was in sixth grade, and I was just starting puberty. Life was confusing then, but once you get older it'll probably be worth the wait.
Ryan turned me around to face him and the boys. I was still crying a little, and he patted my shoulder. "It'll be okay, we promise." He assured me. A small smile grew on my lips; I hugged him tightly.

— Ryan's P.O.V. —

I hugged Ally back. I knew she was hurting emotionally. I've gone through the same thing. Well, almost. She's only three years older than me, but still, at least I can relate to her. Sage, I doubt has gone through this. He's only in fourth grade, so.  The twins, kinda. Tony's ex-girlfriend broke up with him, which kinda makes sense but that was his first girlfriend, then again, he's in sixth grade. Not many relationships last then. He cried for about two weeks. He's still not over her but ignores it. I've been single for about a year. The last boyfriend I had was in seventh grade, last year. He broke up with me and nobody knew I was gay. I cried in secret; whenever nobody was home, or I would take walks and cry there. I've always thought about coming out to Ally, but I'm kinda scared how she's react. But, right now isn't about me. It's about Ally. I let go of the hug. "Ally, guys can be real– boys close your ears," The three did. "–Dicks, but that's no reason to let them hurt you emotionally or physically. You are an independent, strong woman. You don't need no guy to make you feel better. Maybe it'll help to feel loved, but still. You've got us, and we love you for you. We couldn't live without you." I smiled at her, wiping her tears away.
"Thanks, Ry. I love you guys too." She smiled, ruffling our hair. "I couldn't live without you too."

~The Next Day..~

— Ally's P.O.V. —

When I woke up, my hair was ruffled, and super messy. My glasses were on the table next to my bed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, then grabbed my glasses and put them on. I checked my phone. 10%, great. I forgot to charge it. Shit, when's school? Is mom taking me? I thought. I felt a shiver of panic run down my spine. Soon enough my Ryan had run into my room. I usually slept in my bra and underwear, but I guess he forgot that, considering the fact that I wasn't covered up by my blanket, and his face went a bright red, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Uhh, mom's gonna take us to school, so hurry up and get dressed." He said awkwardly.
"Yeah, yeah, get out," I got up and pushed him out as I shut the door. I sighed, getting changed quickly. I did my daily routine in five minutes. I grabbed my bookbag, I plugged my phone in, deciding to leave it here, then ran out of my room to Ryan and our mom.

     — Ryan and Ally go to the same school; Ryan's a freshman, and as previously announced, Ally's a junior. —
~Later at school.. ~

— Ryan's P.O.V. —

This first day could be pretty easy. I walked past people who were chatting with others, some laughing, some just leaning against lockers. I wasn't paying attention since I looked around as I walked down the seemingly-long hallway, and ran into a girl. She dropped her books. "Ah- I'm sorry!" I knelt down to pick them up. "It's okay," The girl giggled. "You're new here, I'm guessing?" She said as I stood up handing her the books.
"Yeah, uh, I'm Ryan– Ryan Kate." I said nervously.
"Nicolette Green. I go mostly by Nikki though. Nice to meet 'ya." She held out her hand for me to shake, which I did. "Well, Nikki, I guess I'll see you around? I've gotta get to my locker before class starts." I replied.
"Alrighty, what's your locker number?" She asked.
"317."
"Oh? Cool! Locker buddies~! Mine's 316!"
"Cool, care to show me the way?"
"Yep!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway to our lockers. Soon enough we were there and the lockers were huge. "Wow. These lockers are huge. Bigger than in middle school." I said in awe.
"Where are you from?" She helped me open my locker after I told her the code.
"Crystal River, Florida. Not many people have heard of the place, so, it's good to have more people hear about it. What about you?"
"Ah, I'm an ol' San Francisco girl. Born here and moved to L.A. I like it better here though."
"Hmm.."

— Ally's P.O.V. —

This school didn't seem so bad to me, at least, not yet, that is. I hope Ryan's okay. He's not really the social-type of person. This school was huge, and so were the lockers. Jesus, how much stuff do these kids need. I looked at the paper in my hand which had my locker number and classes on it. '512. Okay, shouldn't be too hard to find..' I thought. I sighed, walking around the hallways. I felt someone putting a hand on my shoulder; I flinched, turning around quickly. It was a guy– he was much taller than me. I was only barely 5'0", and he was roughly 6'0". A foot taller. I felt a little intimidated, but not at all scared. I looked up at him, confused. "Hello?" I asked in a confident voice. I didn't wanna seem like a target on my first day.
"What's up, I'm supposed to be showing you to your locker. You're Allison, right?" The tall guy asked. His voice was deep, but soft, and clear.
"Uh, yeah. That's me." I replied.
"Great, I'm Grayson Atkins. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand. I shook it. His hand was pretty strong. He squeezed my tiny hand compared to his giant one. It hurt a little which made me let out a tiny squeak. I quickly covered my mouth with my other free hand, as he let it go, my cheeks becoming rosy.
"Sorry, I tend to squeeze people's hands when I go for a handshake. Anyways, what's your locker number?" He asked.
"512."
"Great, let's go." He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me. Maybe this school year won't be so bad. I can get through the first day.

Word count: 1372

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