AmyBeck; Falling

Prologue

We met in first grade, and I hated them. I remember them being the most annoying fucking six year olds I had ever met. They were always up to something, always getting in trouble. I despised them for reason after reason, they got me in trouble for stealing crayons that I'd never touched, chased me on the playground, and even sang wretched children's songs. Worst of all, the other kids thought I had a crush on them. I hated them in a way no five year old should ever hate, a hate stronger than my hate towards vegetables, and not getting desert. I had it out for them.

Then, one day on the playground I fell down and skinned my knees on the black top. I was ugly crying and not a single one of my so called 'friends' stuck around to help me out. I remember feeling like I'd been crying for hours. Crying and wondering why my teacher hadn't come to help me yet. I would've gone to her but I was five and thought that just walking would make my leg fall off. It hurt so bad and there was nothing a five year old little girl could know to do but cry and hope for the best.

I eventually felt this pair of hands on my back, I remember it so vividly. That 'what the fuck' thought in my head. I wanted to bend my knees and cry into them, I wanted to hide, but just moving them slightly stretched and pulled at the wounds. It was pain i didn't know i could feel. I remember looking up to see them, and when i did, I cried even harder. Just my luck, the two people I hated most in the world were meant to help me? I didn't think so, all they've ever done was start trouble.

I tried to push those little shits away, I just wanted them to leave me alone! Drew wasn't having it, he sat down and never left me. He waited with me while Shawn ran to get a teacher or someone, something that could help my poor little knees. Drew told me I'd be okay, he had skills only a wizard would have. Of course as he got older I only saw his soft side when it was just us.

While Drew was calming my nerves I saw the infamous Shawn McAllister running my way, teacher in hand. The teacher Shawn brought with him wasn't mine, but she'd have to do. I smiled through the few tears that I had left as she helped me up. She bandaged me up and needless to say, in the end my knees were just fine.

I remember thinking, 'maybe they're not too bad, maybe I could give them a second chance.' When I was finally all wrapped up I decided to find them, I was on a mission. The mission was not the least bit exciting, seeing as they waited by the doors for me.

I felt so guilty when they looked at me with all smiles, in that moment I knew I had been unfair to them.

"Thank you." I said, giving both a kiss on the cheek. After that day they didn't leave my side, and I didn't complain. I was now the self-proclaimed best friend of the McAllister twins. Eventually, I became an evil little bastard like them, terrorizing the first grade class as a team. We were a tremendous trio.

The older we got the more inseparable we became. When we were young we would spend all day running around and squealing as they dared the other to kiss me. As we got older we would spend hours with each other just sitting around doing nothing, while talking about the silliest or most personal things that came to mind. We would sleep over at each others houses sprawled out across our beds and stay up as late as our bodies would allow us.

The boys have been with me through thick and thin, for as long as I can remember. And I've been with them every step of the way too. But it hasn't been just the three of us for some time now. Emily, She moved here when we were all in the fifth grade.

In an instant we were friends. In another instant we were best friends. The twins won't admit it but they were jealous, they weren't quite ready for a new face yet. Me spending some weekends and afternoons with her rather than them didn't go over too well. It took some time but eventually they warmed up to her. I personally loved having a girl in the group, someone i could talk boys and makeup with. Over time the twins loved her almost as much as I do. We were no longer a tremendous trio.

Now of course we have other friends but none of them have or ever will mean nearly as much. We keep each other sane and no one else really keeps us happy. Yes we have our ups and downs like every friend group but we can't even stand the thought of being without each other for a day. It's just the four of us that really matter.

Four. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just us.

We're our own family, inside and out

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