*~Ambition and Love Wearing Boxing Gloves~*

~ S E V E N T E E N ~

The Movie in my Mind

Y/n stared at her medicine, worry etching into her features.
It was probably nothing.
But with everything that has been happening lately, she couldn't ignore it.

The little rectangular pills in her Zoloft container, where now perfectly round.
And they had no writing on them.

Which wasn't that weird right?
I mean they change medications to look different all the time.

But she could've sworn they didn't look like this when she got them.
So now she was staring at them with worry.

"N/n it's already almost 7:30, you need to get going." Uncle Barry called from the closet.
He was rifling through, coats flying every which way onto the floor.

She tore her gaze away from the bottle and looked at him.
"What are you looking for?" She asked.

"I can't find my favorite jacket." He sighed, scratching his head.
He had thick, curly blonde hair and thin framed glasses that were shaped like big circles.

They always made jokes that he kind of resembled adult Eddie Kaspbrak, from the "It" miniseries.
He did not think it was funny.
Y/n begged to differ.

"I have a question." She sighed, leaning against the open closet door.
He looked up from the piles of clothes on the floor, and pushed his glasses up.

"Yah, what's up?"
How could she put this in terms he could understand?  

"Do I have... any relatives... that might have been crazy?" She asked.
His head popped up from the closet, his full attention on Y/n now.

"What?"
She shrugged, shoving her hands in her pockets.
"You know, just like... anybody that was nuts? Or like... thought they superpowers? I don't know..."

Her words trailed off at the end, and Barry kept staring at her, his expression unreadable.
"You want to know about your parents?" He asked.

She shrugged again, unsure of what to say.
The most she ever knew about them was that when they had her, they couldn't take care of her.

So then Scott and Barry adopted her.
And that was when she was 2, so she doesn't remember any of it.

"Why don't... we sit down."
His answer was long and careful, as he picked himself up from the floor.

That wasn't the answer Y/n wanted.
She didn't want to sit down and, have a discussion or whatever.
She just needed a straightforward answer.

"You know what, that's okay." She shook her head, walking past him.
"I uh... I should really get to school."

"Wait, N/N-"
"It's okay. It's fine, I... I don't wanna be late."
The last part of her sentence was so forced, she sighed through it.

Barry watched her slip out the front door with sad eyes.
He was admittedly surprised. They never talked about her parents, ever.
She never wanted to hear about them.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hey man, I didn't see you yesterday."
The tall boy nudged his friend, and offered him his signature smile.

Rich scratched his arm and stared at the doors, leading onto the cafeteria.
"I jutht... needed to help Michael with thomething." He shrugged.

Jake Dillinger nodded, staring suspiciously at Michael and Jeremy.
The two were sitting at the table across from them, talking to Christine.

"Jake, there's a party at Madeline's place this Saturday." Chloe smiled, sitting down next to him.
"Do you wanna go?"

Brooke overheard her and gasped.
"Do you wanna go?"
Jake held a hesitant expression.
"Do you wanna go, for a bit? It doesn't have to be too long, we can just pop in and have a few drinks or something?"

Jake was still staring at the table, paying no attention to the girl's hand on his arm.
The old-him would've been down. Hell, he would've been throwing the party.

He certainly would not be staring into space, afraid of the thought of seeing all his friends.
Especially since his memory served him horribly, screams echoing through his head.
The smell of burning flesh.
The sound of his own legs breaking.

"No." He finally said.
"Aw come-"
"No. No I'm not going." He mumbled, looking at Rich.

He was still staring intensely at the doors.
"Rich-"
"What?" He snapped.

Jake stared at him, and his aggressive stare.
"Nothing."

Rich went back to staring at the door, until one girl came in.
Then he sat up straight, yanking on his sleeves.

She went over and sat down beside Michael, joining in on the conversation.
Jake stared skeptically.
"Rich, who is that?"

"Who is who?" He asked.
Jake rolled his eyes. "The chick you keep staring at."
"I'm not th-st-staring at her."
"Yah you are."
"Shut up."
"You shut up!"

They were pushing each other, laughing and smiling playfully.
Chloe watched the two, eyebrows furrowed.

Then she turned around and looked at Brooke, who was staring at her.
"What?" She snapped.
"Nothing."

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So how are you feeling today?" Michael asked Y/n.
It was a rhetorical question, of course.
For she had her arm looped through his and Jer's, and was jiving down the hall.

"Great! Well... curious. And great."
He nodded, and she let go of the two.
"Curious?"

She shrugged, and they got out to the parking lot.
"Well like Bio sucked today, which I usually love that class. And this morning..." she trailed off.

Michael frowned, the they pushed open the doors.
"This morning?" Jeremy asked, signaling for her to continue.

She shook her head.
"I guess... nothing really happened this morning."
Except for the undeniable fact that she was so caught up in thought, she had walked to school.

That had her singing "Albuquerque" by Weird Al in her head.
"But uh... do you think you can give me a ride home?" She asked.

He smiled and swung his keys around his finger.
"That's what I'm here for."
She rolled her eyes with a smile, and the three walked to his car.

"I call the back!" Y/n waved her hands, running to the back seat.
The two boys started conspicuously, not quite understanding.

Then she crawled in, laying across the seats as if it were a bed.
"Best spot in the house." She nodded.