I walked around the playground, it was the first day of Kindergarten. I didn't have any friends yet and I was too scared to talk to anyone. I was walking in the tan bark when suddenly, I was pushed down. I let out a shriek and watched as the boy who pushed me down ran away. His friend didn't run away, though. His friend stopped and turned around and then ran over to me, kneeling in front of me. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, I was too afraid to talk. He helped me up and wiped a tear off my face that I didn't even know about. "Where are your friends?" he asked. "I don't have any friends," I replied, looking down. "Oh, well that's okay. You can be my friend," he said. Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a bench on the playground. All of a sudden, he started to sing. He sang Here Comes the Sun by The Beetles. Here Comes The Sun "You're a really good singer," I complimented after he finished. "Thanks. That song always cheers me up when I'm sad, so I thought it might do the same for you," he explained. I nodded. He seemed like he would be a really good friend.
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10 years old
"Honey, I'm so sorry, but your father and I think that it's best if we get a divorce," My mom said. My whole world stopped and that sentence kept ringing in my ears. "Oh," I responded, sounding small. Of course I didn't want them to get divorced, but I was 10. I didn't have any say in it. "Can I stay at Corbyn's tonight?" I asked, pleading she would say yes. I just wanted to be away. "Sure, sweetheart, as long as it's okay with his parents," she said, leaving my room. I grabbed my traveling bag and started throwing stuff in it, holding back tears. I knew Corbyn's parents would be okay with me staying over. I mean, I was always at Corbyn's house. We've been inseparable since that day we met in Kindergarten. My mom walked back through the door and gave me a sympathetic smile. "I just talked to Corbyn's mom and she said that you can stay over," she said. I nodded and then followed my mom to her car so she could drive me to Corbyn's house.
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I leaned over the center console and hugged my mom before jumping out of the car and running up to Corbyn's front door. He was already peeking out from behind his mom, who was standing at the front door, waving goodbye to my mom. Corbyn's mom stepped aside and let me inside. "Thank you for letting me stay, Mrs. Besson," I said, sounding exhausted. "Of course, honey, anytime," she smiled before walking away. I followed Corbyn to his room, where I instantly burst into tears. Corbyn, being the great friend that he was, took my bag from me and set it on his bed and then hugged me, letting me sob on his shoulder. "What were they fighting about this time?" he asked. "Um, they weren't fighting...they...um....they d-decided to get a divorce," I sobbed, letting it sink in. "I'm so sorry, that sucks," he whispered, playing with my hair. Corbyn let me cry on his shoulder until his shirt was soaked. I eventually calmed down and he started to sing to me. I listened as he sung out favorite song, Here Comes the Sun. Corbyn always sang me this song when something was wrong and always made me feel better. When the song ended, I wiped my tears and smiled at Corbyn, a smile growing on his face as well. "Feel better?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. Now let's go sneak the cookie jar into my room," he smiled evilly, making me laugh. Let's just say we played a lot of video games and ate a lot of cookies.
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15 years old
As soon as the bell rang, I sprinted out the door and into the girls bathroom, locking myself in a stall and crying. I whipped out my phone and saw multiple texts from Corbyn, asking where I was and what happened. I shot him a text, telling him I was in the bathroom. I dropped my bookbag on the floor and sobbed, feeling helpless. I was, unfortunately, a late bloomer and my period decided it wanted to start right here right now. In the middle of a school day. While I was wearing light washed jeans. Without a pad in. And everyone saw. I heard someone else enter. I silently prayed it was Corbyn, but once I heard high heels clicking, I knew it wasn't him. About two minutes passed before I heard someone shriek. "Hey, you can't be in here!" they screamed and I knew Corbyn had entered. I opened the stall door and he ignored the girl yelling at him, running over to me. "What happened?" he asked, pulling me into a hug. "I...I just got my period and I don't have a pad and everyone saw...and....and," I cried hysterically. "Shhh, it's okay," he soothed, rubbing my back. "Okay, listen. We have one class period left, so this is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna go to the nurse and ask her for a pad and then when I get back you can do your lady business. I'll just take my hoodie off and you can tie it around your waist for the rest of the day. Sound good?" he explained. "Your gonna ask the nurse for a pad?" I questioned. "Yes, I don't care," he said. I shook my head, laughing. "Okay, well you can't go shirtless for the rest of the day," I reminded. "Again, I don't care," he smiled. "Alright then, I guess that works," he smiled. He nodded and then ran off. I sat back and laughed, imagining the crazy expression on the nurses face when he asked her for a pad. A few minutes passed before someone else yelled. "Corbyn? What are you doing in here? You can't be in here!" "Don't care," I heard him reply. I opened the door and he handed me the pad, bursting out laughing. "You owe me," he laughed, "Your plan," I replied, both of us laughing at the stupid situation. I did what I needed to do and then opened the door, walking out to a shirtless Corbyn. "Here, tie this around your waist," he instructed, handing me his hoodie. I tied the hoodie around my waist and then wiped a few stray tears off my cheeks. I hugged Corbyn, feeling thankful for my best friend. As I hugged him, he sang the chorus to Here Comes the Sun. "Thank you, Corbyn," I smiled. "Anything for my best friend," he laughed, unable to contain it. We walked back to class, mentally preparing for what was about to happen.
I sat in the airport with Corbyn, clinging to him. Summer had just ended and I was going to college and he was going to Los Angeles to become a musician. Of course I was sad, I was going to miss him so much. But I was so so so happy for him and so proud of him. We sat in silence, clinging to each other. His flight was eventually called and the tears that were built up in my eyes started to fall. "Hey, don't cry. I'll be back before you know it," he said, pulling me into his chest. "I know. I'm so proud of you, Corbyn," I replied, crying into his chest. "One last song before I go?" he asked. "Huh?" I looked up confused. "Here comes the sun," he sang, smiling down at me. "here comes the sun and I say," I sang back, tears rolling down my cheeks. "It's alright," he continued singing, his voice cracking and tears welling up in his eyes. We both broke out into tears, hugging each other so hard I don't know how we were breathing. His flight was called again and he gave me one more hug and a kiss on the forehead before he let me go, walking away. As much as I wanted him too, he didn't turn around. Because that's not the Corbyn thing to do.
4 months later....
I opened my eyes and looked around my room, realizing that today is Christmas. Normally, I would jump out of bed and run downstairs, but today I had no motivation. It was Christmas and Corbyn wasn't here. He joined a band and so far they've been successful, or at least that's what he's told me. But I miss him like crazy and I want him to come home. I rolled over in my bed and blinked away my tears. I tried to fall back to sleep, but I kept hearing Corbyn's voice singing our song. I was definitely hearing things. But it sounded so real. I pushed myself out of bed and followed the sound of his voice. I walked down the stairs and rounded the corner into the living room, only to stumble backwards and fall on my butt. "Oh My God, Corbyn!" I screamed, hopping off the floor. I sprinted as fast as my legs would take me into his arms, jumping on him. "I missed you!" I cried, hugging him tighter. "I missed you more!" he replied. He set me down and I didn't waste a single second. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him, right under the mistletoe. When I pulled back, we both smiled, not beau able to control ourselves. "I love you," I blurted. "I love you too," he responded, pulling me into a hug. "Wow, only took you 19 years to figure out your in love with each other," my dad scoffed from the couch. Best Christmas I've ever had.
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Here Comes The Sun - The Beetles
"𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛"
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