Random Drabbles/ One-shots

..Stupid..

((Inspired by my friends and my friends dumb sister))

I walked hand in hand with my best friend, Elizabeth, on our route home.
She was skipping merrily while I trotted close beside.
Beth was rambling about some boy she saw in class and I was nodding absentmindedly, encouraging her to continue (even if I wasn't really listening).
It's not that I didn't love talking to her or didn't care about what she had to say, it just that my mind was wandering.
It had been all day, always to he same place. It was driving me to insanity.
The way their eyes light up when they laugh, the crook in their smile in the right side, the way they always smell of cinnamon and apples.
I was too lost in my thoughts to notice that Beth hand stopped at the cross walk. The cars zipped by and didnt even slow at the sight of us, so we stood there awkwardly.

"Maria, you good?" She asked, concern lacing her words.

I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just not at the top of my game." My voice faltered at the end of my sentence as I saw two figures approaching.
Elizabeth must've noticed too, because she waved the shadows over and smiled brightly.
One jogged to meet us at the cross walk.

Fuck.

It's Sam.

Of course it is.

"Hey guys." Sam waved to us, but their eyes were stuck on mine.

They say that eyes are the window into the soul, and god damnit if they're right because holy sweet Jesus. Sam's eyes were beautiful.

Must girls fall for people with blue eyed beauties. But not me. Sam's eyes are a deep chocolate, so dark the pupil almost looks non-existent.
And they hold so much emotion.

It makes me want to paint them.

Beth elbowed me in the side and I scowled at her. She raised her eyebrows and that's when I realized that I have been staring.
Heat flooded my cheeks and my ears were burning up.

"S-sorry..." I stammered.

"No worries, Mari." Sam said casually, throwing an arm over my shoulder.
It must've been uncomfortable for them, as I was a tad bit taller. "I'm just waiting for my sister to catch up. Slow poke."

The heat on my cheeks was so intense I swore it would melt the ice caps.

((Author thinks that this is a bad joke because global warming is a big issue but is leaving it in because she is lazy))

The second figure approached slowly and gave a small smile as a greeting.
I recognized her from around the hallways but we've never spoken before.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the walk sign switched from the orange hand to the LED man.

We all crossed the street as a group. Silence hung, untouched in the air.

"Friends, this is my sister Peggy. Peggy, these are my friends."

I waved with my free hand, with was a task within itself, as my arm was still pinned between mine and Sams body.
Beth took a more enthusiastic approach, letting go of my hand and launching herself at Peggy.

"Oh Em Gee!! It's so nice to meet you! My names Elizabeth but you can call me whatever you want!" She rambled on like this.
Me and Sam just stood. They were watching in awe as Peggy wasn't exactly the social type.
Beth was always the social butterfly,  I just couldn't believe that Sams arm was still draped over my shoulder.
With a burst of courage I snaked my arm around their waist and rested my hand above their hip.
Sam smiled up at me and I grinned back.
They moved their hand and interlaced our fingers.
I had to look away to hide the blush that overtook my features.
Sam chuckled and we continued on our way home.

~time skip because Authors lazy as fuck~

I was giggling and clutching my stomach with Sam by my side, completely losing it as well.
Elizabeth and Peggy weren't as impressed.

I had just showed them my favourite meme.
It was a thing of beauty, okay? Memes are art.

"You know what? You're pretty chill once you open up a little." Sam said suddenly.

Beth piped up from behind us.
"She's a total sweetheart. Maria is like one of those..." she snapped her fingers a few times, trying to remember the name of something. She had that habit since we were children "WARHEADS! That's it. She's a Warhead! Sour and gross on the outside, but sweet as candy on the inside."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. I would be the lemon one then. They are the worst." I retorted. I don't particularly enjoy receiving compliments.

"No. I think you'd be the blue one. It's my favourite." Sam added from beside me.

We were still intertwined, our hands still clasped at their side.

Peggy nodded. "The blue ones are everyone's favourite. They are super rare though."

"Nah, I get them all the time."

"What?! No fair!!" Beth pouted.

Sam laughed at her face and turned back to me
"You must have a lucky charm."

I thought for a minute and then nodded.
"Obviously. It's my dick"

This is the precise moment in time that I realized that I was not made for 'fitting in'. I had known my whole life. But it had never been so evident before.

All eyes were on me.
Sam's. Beth's. Peggy's.

I wanted to die.

Sam slowly pulled away from me and as they did I felt my shoulders hunch forward.
I longed for their touch.

Beth leaned into my ear and whispered
"You can't say stuff like that in front of new friends. Common Maria." She sounded so... so done with me.

I thought it was a harmless comment.

It wasn't

The guilt pulled on my gut. Twisting my insides into a knot.
My lip twitched as I held back tears.

'Stupid.' I chanted in my head. Over and over.

My street was rapidly approaching and I've never been so relieved to see it.

The silence was so thick it felt like it was choking me.
I muttered a quick goodbye to Elizabeth and jogged to my street, turning as soon as I reach the corner.

I walked down the side walk slowly until I was its I was out of sight and then I ran.

The wind pushed my hair back and my legs burned form the little bit of effort.
I was panting like a sheepdog on a hot day when I finally got to my house.
I fumbled with the keys and cursed under my breath when I dropped them.
I got the front door open and I threw my book bag inside.
I stepped on my shoes heels to get them off and I shuffled over to the couch.
I flipped down and let the tears go.
It was fucking Niagara Falls.
Soon my embarrassment and sadness turned to anger.

Anger towards myself.
I sat up and paced the floor, my fingers clawing my forearm, turning it red.
I didn't feel it though.
I needed to break something.
Destruction was all that was on my mind.
I knew what I wanted.
It lay in my sock drawer, tucked securely in between some socks.
My blades.

((Author is getting off track so that the end of this one shot.))