prove me wrong

one- rainy wishes

 I was sitting on the couch when I heard knocking on my door. I checked the time (9:27 pm) and stood, walked to the door. When I opened it I found a disheveled Tyler standing at the door.

Tyler Anderson. Surprisingly small guy for his age (15), he has beautiful eyes, and his hair was always swept to the side, but not too long. He rides my bus to and from school, and his brother was friends with mine. Tyler used to always hang out here when our siblings were hanging out, so we became good friends and I'd always secretly had a small crush on him, but it'd never happen-so why bother admitting it? It took me by surprise when he showed up here out of the multiple people he could've talked to, especially when Avery would've probably let him crash there.

Ah, Avery. Avery Menard was also a friend of mine, I've known her since fourth grade. Tyler kissed her on a dare three years ago and since then they've had a weird thing going on. Not quite together, but giving those obvious looks to each other across the room. She doesn't even know my adoration for him, and she never will because I'm that kind of person. Other people's feelings matter more than mine. Always have, always will. Plus, Avery was beautiful. Long brown hair, fading into blonde. Shining smile. Dimples. She had everything and I have... nothing. My hair is a little shorter than shoulder length, streaks being different a color every few weeks(my mom being a hairdresser and all). And I have boring brown eyes-no one likes brown eyes. But that's not important.

Tyler was drenched in water because, and I'd just noticed this, it was raining.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?" I questioned. It was odd of him to show up randomly, especially on a summer night without texting me first. I noticed he had a small bag on his back.

"Look- I am so sorry for interrupting your peaceful Thursday, but can I crash here for a few nights?" He pleaded, looking down at me with the teal-looking eyes I adored. Of course, I'd never tell him that.

"Uh, I mean, I'll have to ask my mom but I'm sure she'll be fine with it," I answered, looking over at the kitchen where my mom was cooking dinner, "But, above everything else, come in and dry up."

After I gave him some of my brother's clothes to change into and he'd dried off, I brought him downstairs to the kitchen.

"My mom said it'd be fine if you stayed in the guest room for a few days," I stated.

"Really? Thank you so much, Blaire. I mean it."

"No problem, do you want food?" I asked as I set a small piece of chicken on my plate.

"I ate earlier, thanks." he smiled at my consideration. I took my plate, gesturing for the boy to follow my upstairs. I opened my door, setting my plate on my bed and walked across the hall to the guest bedroom. He stood awkwardly in the doorway as I grabbed another pillow and blanket from the closet shelf.

Turning around to face Tyler with the items, I explained, "Okay there are toiletries and such in the bathroom, grab what you want from the kitchen, and if you need me I'm right across the hall." I paused to give him what had been in my hand. "You good for the night?"
He smiles his ama- no, Blaire. "Yeah, I think. Once again, thank you so much. Goodnight."

I give him thumbs up (being awkward as I am) and walk to my room.

It's about an hour later and I start to hear something coming from Tyler's room. It sounds like music so I set the empty dinner plate on the desk as I get up and walk to the door, knocking.

When he yells "come in" through the door I open it, stick my head through, and grin. "Is that Sublime?"

He cracks a smile and says, "Why yes, it is. Come enjoy it with me." And that's how I ended up sitting in the floor with him.

"So," I say after a while of music being the only sound, "Why do you need somewhere to stay? If you don't mind me asking."

He looks down, playing with his fingers. "My mom has been coming home drunk for the past two weeks in a row and every time, she's pissed. I just didn't wanna be victim to another abuse anytime soon."

"Does your mom know you're gone?"

"No, I left when she was out, but when she gets home... drunk or not I know she'll beat my ass when she finds me. "He chuckles at the dark humor. "I guess that's why I came here- she won't suspect me coming here. She knows Avery too well to not think I'd go there."

"Oh." I'm quiet. So that's why he chose me. Of course that's why he chose me. No one chooses me because they'd rather go to anyone else, I'm just the last option when you can't go running to Avery. I guess that's how it'll always be.

"Well, I mean, it's no big deal. Nothing's happened yet. I'm just scared. She's always yelling at me and when my brother shows up occasionally, she yells at both of us. But the last time this happened, when dad left, she hit our neighbor over the head with a bottle for asking about him. Asking about him, Blaire." He pauses to look up at me. "Luckily she didn't press charges, but just knowing she's capable of doing something like that under the influence, it terrifies me..."

"Well, I'm glad you came here instead of waiting for something to happen- I mean, you could've gone anywhere else, not just here because this place sucks but, like Avery's or something and- and um you know what I mean," I stutter over my words like an idiot.

Tyler chuckles at my embarrassment, "I got what you meant. But why'd you think I'd go to Avery's?" He raises a brow.

"Uh- I don't know? You guys are good friends..." I look down again, hoping not to give my expression away.

"Yeah, well we're good friends too, right?"

Lightning strikes outside the window, thunder following shortly after.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Honestly, Avery's not someone I'd like to spend a whole three days with. We'd kill each other. She makes me so angry sometimes."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. We're not as good of friends as everyone, including you apparently, thinks."

"Alright then. I guess we should try and sleep now," I say after checking the time on my phone.

"Wait." He points to the digital clock by the bed. "It's 11:11. Aren't you going to make a wish?" I sigh, and roll my eyes before closing them.

I wish that Tyler won't leave me. I wish that he understands what I go through (if I even tell him). I know that it's a slim chance we'll be together, but I can't lose him-even as a friend. I've lost too much, and if he's gone I don't know what I'll do. So please, Tyler... don't leave me...

I open my eyes to see him staring back at me peacefully. Did he already make his wish? Did he even make a wish at all?

"Goodnight, Blaire." I give him a small smile, standing and walking to my room after quietly closing his door. This is hopeless.

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uhh hey guys. this is a new story that's literally based off a vivid dream i had aaaand this is what came out of it. updates aren't going to be very frequent- maybe every week/every other week? depends. i'm sorry if it's not great but comment stuff (if, i even get reads that is)! i don't care what it is, just whatever.. okay have fun reading my crappy writing auihdfiskdgfs

xx blaire