Requested by lil_abs123 ! btw if it's been a while since you've requested something please let me know bc I'm forgetful asf I'm sorry
luv u chrissy
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"I had the best day," Shawn exclaims, turning around but continuing to walk backwards on the sidewalk beside the busy street, which didn't seem that busy at this time. "No homework except for an assignment I didn't finish, but I'm almost done with it anyways."
"Congrats," you laugh, gripping your American History binder tighter to your chest as you walk behind him. His house was close to your school, so the two of you decided to walk the three miles instead of just driving, since you needed the exercise anyway. You were going over there to study for a test you had tomorrow in AH.
"Did Ava talk to you?" you ask out of curiosity, walking up beside him so you were no longer struggling not to step on his feet.
"A little," he smiles slightly, but it was fake. "I don't really think I like her that much."
"Why?"
"Speaking of crushes, has Gavin finally grown some balls and asked you out?" he asks you, changing the topic. You throw your head back and laugh, shaking your head no.
"It's not gonna happen," you say. "He doesn't like me like that."
"Yes he does," he argues. "He totally does."
"Gavin and I are just good friends. It's like you and me. We aren't going to date, are we?"
"Well we're both interested in other people," he explains. "If that weren't true, perhaps we would."
You roll your eyes as you approach the end of the sidewalk, where the intersection was. You needed to get to the other side, so you pressed the crosswalk button and waited.
You knew Gavin didn't like you like that. It wasn't an insecurity-- you were entirely positive.
"He was checking you out in French," your best friend didn't seem to want to drop the topic, "And he gave you his chips at lunch."
"So?"
"So!! I wouldn't give my chips to someone if I didn't like them!"
"He doesn't hate me, you know," you bite your lip, still laughing. "And giving someone chips has nothing to do with your feelings toward them."
"Whatever," he points his finger at you. "I'm right. I know it."
"Mkay. Whatever you say."
"How long have we been waiting at this damn crosswalk?" he finally drops the subject, leaning up against the post beside you.
"The light isn't changing, but there's no cars," you point out. The street was entirely empty, and it was only a two-lane intersection. You knew you could cross it in two seconds if you run.
"Whatever, let's just wait," he sighs.
"I'm not gonna wait ten years, come on," you grab his sleeve, pulling him to the edge of the curb.
"No, Y/N," he says sternly, stopping you. "That's dangerous. Wait for the light."
"There are no cars! What would be dangerous is stepping out while it's crazy busy, which it isn't. Come on."
He looks skeptical, looking over both shoulders and seeing that indeed, the road was dead empty.
"Fine," he gives in. "You go first. I'll be right behind you."
You make sure you have all your stuff, before looking both ways and stepping out onto the street.
You run as fast as you can to the other side, dropping your cell phone in the middle of the second lane without meaning to. As soon as your best friend gets to the other side, right on your heels, you realize, and start to step out.
"What are you doing?" Shawn stops you.
"It's just my phone," you quickly say, pushing him aside.
You step back out onto the street before he had time to stop you, running across and bending down to pick it up.
Everything after that was just one big blur.
You faintly heard Shawn desperately scream at the top of his lungs, "Y/N!"
You hardly had time to snap your neck forward and see the Chevy two inches from your body, unable to slam on the brakes quick enough before the horror struck you all at once.
You didn't have time to process anything before your body was already flying over the hood of the car, slamming down on the glass of the windshield, and bending back as you rolled over. Your binder and all your books from your backpack went flying over the rest of the car, but you didn't pay any attention to them.
Finally, the car stopped, the impact sending you falling back over the hood and landing face-first on the concrete of the road.
Shock.
It was shock.
You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't hear anything, or feel anything. You were completely numb.
They say, when someone is laying unconscious on the ground, you shouldn't touch them. You shouldn't roll them over, even if you think something is wrong. They say it could mess up any internal injuries and just make everything worse. You shouldn't move them until you're positive everything is okay.
But Shawn didn't care about that, and you knew it. That wasn't your first thought, however. Your first thought was that it was the end.
You were either dead right now, you're gonna die any second, or you're going to die later today. Either way, your life is over. Over.
Your second thought was, I'm not dead. Shawn probably thinks I am.
You couldn't feel him turning you over, but you saw him as soon as your eyes met his.
He was crying. Of course he was crying.
"Y/N?" His figure was blurry, and his voice was loud, even though he was probably speaking weakly. His next few words echoed through your brain, dizzying you.
"Please don't die, please. Please don't die right now, I-- I need you. I love you. Please stay with me." He was rambling. He was saying the first things that popped into his head.
Then he said something about 911. He was probably speaking to the driver.
You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips, you eyes growing dizzy as you find the strength in you to sit up slowly, pushing yourself off the ground and standing up to Shawn and the driver's level.
They both stare at you with wide, watery eyes, confused out of their minds. You felt the same way.
"What? W-? How-?" Shawn struggles to make sense of the fact that you seemed totally fine.
"She's in shock," the driver suggests. "She's just in shock. She has broken bones, a concussion, something. She broke my windshield for God's sake. She doesn't realize."
"I'm fine," you say quickly, and soon there were sirens blaring down the streets.
You all stared at each other for several minutes before the paramedics arrived in an ambulance, jumping out and asking for the girl that got hit.
"She's right here," Shawn steps back, "and she's fine."
"That's impossible, she's in shock," one of them responded quickly, as soon as he sees you. "The guy on the phone said he slammed into her going forty miles an hour."
You were scared, shaky, had a minor headache, and your hip hurt a little from where the car hit you, but overall, you were fine. You knew you were okay. You were alive.
"Thats what I said," Shawn's voice cracks. He knew something was wrong.
They pulled you to the ambulance and you heard Shawn sobbing behind you as they carefully laid you down onto the narrow bed inside the large car, taking your heartbeat, pulse, running tests you weren't familiar with, checking every bone in your body.
Finally, you step back out of the ambulance without any help, permission granted.
"She has a bruise on her hip from where the car hit her," the paramedic explains. "But she must've physically jumped, out of fear or something, right before the car hit her. Meaning she didn't get hit hard enough to break anything."
"I was going forty miles per f.ucking hour," the other driver exaggerates. "She landed flat on her face!"
"I'm fine."
Shawn runs up to you then, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and leaning on his shoulder now that he knew he could. He was still crying when he whispered, "when I saw you laying there... I thought you were dead."
You didn't break any bones, but you thought you might, with how tight he was holding you.
"Actually, sir," the paramedic says to the driver, "you could press charges if you want."
"Me?" he seems shocked. "I almost killed a teenage girl!"
"She was out on the street when the crosswalk light was off," he explains calmly, his voice nowhere near the broken, shakiness of everyone else's. "She damaged your car."
"I'm not pressing charges," he crosses his heart, looking over at you and Shawn. He was obviously scared, too.
"Well, um, I guess everyone can go home then?" One of the other paramedics shrugs, unsure and very confused.
The paramedics told you it was a miracle nothing happened to you, and that you might just be the luckiest person alive. Then they climbed into the ambulance and left.
And the driver said he was sorry a billion times, and then he drove home with a broken windshield.
You turned to Shawn once everyone had left, laughing at what just happened. But he didn't laugh.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"What's wrong? I thought you just died. I thought I was going to have to go the rest of my life knowing I never..."
"Grew some balls and asked me out?"
"Yeah," he responds immediately. "You scared the actual f.ucking hell out of me, do you even realize? I felt like I was hit by a truck. I told you it was unsafe!"
"I didn't mean to scare you," you step closer to him, pulling him in for a hug again.
"No," he backs up. "No hugs. Lips. I don't know how much longer I have for them. And then we're going home to have sex because I don't know how much longer I have for that either."
"Woah there."
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Before I give the important author's note, this legit happened to my bff's dad (who is also my pastor) except he was the driver. it's because she jumped, it's completely possible not to get hurt! weird, right?