Written in the Stars

08|Try to be friends

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+I love everything you do..+
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[Try to be friends]

ADDILYN

I think the park is my safe place. It makes me happy. The flowers, the sky, the breeze. It's perfect.

These past few days however? Not so perfect.

Every time I have seen David these past few days hasn't been pleasant. He isn't nice to me. He mocks me, makes fun of me, blames me for things I haven't done.

I don't know what I ever did to him, but it must have been really bad for him to hate me so much. I've been bullied before, but usually for my stutter, rarely my looks. I personally have never minded the way I looked, but I guess some people do.

Pushing him out of my head, I lay on my back in the middle of the grass field, book held above my face as I re-read the page I am on for the hundredth time. I keep forgetting to process it as I read.

Finally moving on, I turn the page. Until I feel a presence near. I look up to see David. He is always here. He is everywhere.

Oh my gosh, is he a stalker? I bet he's a stalker. Maybe I should call for help.

I expect him to make fun of my outfit, or hair, or just be mean, but instead he sits down next to me.

What is this dude's deal? He is so back and forth.

"Why?" I get the confidence to ask.

Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

"Why what?" he huffs.

"Why do you hate me?" I ask again.

He looks surprised by my question. "I don't."

"B-but you're s-so mean to me, I must have done some-something to make you hate me," I quirk a brow.

"Well I don't."

"Then stop being s-so mean, please. It d-doesn't cost anything to just be nice, so please, be nice," I practically beg.

"Okay, sorry," he mumbles.

"It's okay, why don't we t-try to be friends?" I smile a bit.

He once again looks surprised.

"Okay," he nods slowly. My smile grows.

"I'm Addilyn!" I hold my hand out.

"What are you doing?" I don't think that expression has left his face since the beginning of our conversation.

"Starting over."

"Oh. I'm David," he shakes my hand.

I expected his hands to be rough, but they aren't.

"So, what is your favorite colour?" I asked, a wide smile still on my face.

"Purple," he mumbled.

So, he isn't much of a talker. Okay. I can work with that.

"Pretty. Mines yellow," I inform, laying back down.

He doesn't respond.

That's okay.

"Do you have any sib-sibl-siblings?" I ask, determined to learn more about him.

"No," he says shortly.

I just nod in response.

Maybe he just doesn't like to talk to me. I could stop talking if it makes things better for him. It's probably my stutter.

It's always my stupid stutter.

"You?" he asks. It surprises me.

"Yes, he's the best," I smile to myself as I talk about him, trying my best not to stutter at the same time.

He once again just nods.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and then I hear a ring. I reach into my pocket, sitting up as I answer the phone.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Hi, hun. I thought about it, and if it's really what Ash wants, then I will allow you two to see your father," my mum says into the phone.

I gasp, "Ash w-will be so happy! I can't wait to see his reaction! Thanks so much mum!" I don't like my father, but Ash loves him. That's what matters.

"Of course, Lynny. Whatever makes you two happy," she responds. "Get home soon, alright? Love you."

"Yes mum, love you, you too," I smile brightly.

The call ends and I put my phone back into my pocket. I look over to where David is; he was sat there with a scowl on his face.

What did I do this time?

I just smile softly at him.

"I s-should probab-pro-prob-" I stop trying.

My stupid stutter ruins everything. It's a simple word! Gosh, Addilyn.

"I have to g-go," I restate, standing up and wiping off my shorts.

Again, he just nods.

"B-bye!" I muster up the realest smile I could, wave, and walk off.

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A/N: I despise this chapter but I have re-written it three times and refuse to write it again. I hope you enjoyed this shitty writing!

How do we feel about Addilyn? David?