Green Flag! Hey guys! I'm trying something new! I'm gonna write some stories! Starting with this one! A little inspiration from Kasie West! Song : Wildside by Sofia Carson and Sabrina Carpenter Characters and editing by me!
(Sorry for format, I originally typed it on Google Docs) Story! : Here I was, sitting on top of an RV with my ex-bestfriend, staring at the stars. The previous day before…. The doorbell rang loudly, and I raced my brother to the door. I shoved him out of the way, quickly fixing my light brown hair. I opened the door to Merideth, my mom’s best friend, and the mother of Skylar and Collin. I put my hands up as my mom pushed past me to greet Merideth. “Lacey, long time no see!” she said. “Too long,” my mom said. Collin pushed past our moms, hugging my brother, Alex. “Hello to you too, Collin.” I said, sarcastically. He laughed. “Hey Olivia,” he said. Collin and Alex were older, 2nd and almost 3rd now years into college. I wondered where Skylar was. He was coming on this trip too. I had hoped he hadn’t changed too much in the past 4 years, but that was unlikely. Skylar was my age, freshman in high school. Within minutes, we were on the road. All the “kids” in one RV, the moms in the other. While Collin and Alex drove, Skylar and I sat in the back. He hadn’t talked to me once, only a few glances. I kept to myself on the couch. I had my headphones on, while sketching the scenery of Zion before we had even gotten there. I had a few references on my phone. Skylar was just on his phone, doing who knows what. It made me hurt that he didn’t wanna talk, and I was now trying to decide if this trip was going to be fun or pure torture. Collin and Alex must’ve noticed because Collin said “So what are you into now, Liv?” Skylar looked up, his gaze now on me. He occasionally looked back down at his phone though, I could tell he was upset. “Same things. Music. Art.” Alex could tell this was getting awkward, and said “What about you Skylar? Are you still into art?” Skylar shrugged. “I grew out of it.” Alex face palmed, and my heart sank. This was definitely not the Skylar I knew 4 years ago. The old Skylar wouldn’t have acted like art was something to grow out of, like it was childish. I look back down at my sketchbook. I kept going anyway. It wasn’t my problem if Skylar was a jerk now, I only had to deal with him for 2 weeks. Alex and Collin just stayed quiet. I’m sure they could feel the tension between us after that comment he made. The drive was long and quiet, not even Collin or Alex talking. Skylar was texting someone. Collin noticed and glared at him. “You’d better not be texting her, Skylar.” Skylar rolled his eyes. Who was this girl Collin and Skylar were talking about? “What’s wrong with talking to her?” Skylar said harshly. I could feel the tension between them from here, and by the looks of it, so could Alex. He stayed quiet. Collin rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid. She’s a jerk, Skylar.” I could see the pain in Skylar’s hazel eyes. His hair looked perfect, the perfect shade brown, with a hint of red. Skylar set his phone down. “Fine. What do you want me to do,” he said. Collin gestured towards me, probably telling Skylar to make small talk. He rolled his eyes, but turned towards me. He just stared. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. “How’s Washington?” I said quietly, still sketching. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of my full attention. “Fine.” “That’s good.” He paused, almost suspicious of me. “Have any new friends?” he said, almost harshly. Like he didn’t want me to have new ones, just him. “No.” He looked almost surprised, but his expression went back to cold quickly. “Why not?” “I prefer to be alone.” Lie. He looked at me, he knew I didn’t like being alone, but he dropped it. He glanced at my drawing. “You’ve gotten better.” I almost wanted to throw something at him and scream “What would you know?! Art is childish isn’t it?!” But I didn’t. Instead I replied with a quiet “Thanks.” “Art is too childish for you, huh?” I said finally. I knew I was going to start something with that comment, but I didn’t care. His hurt expression came back. “I didn’t say that.” “Your face did.” He knew I was telling the truth. He did feel that way.
