One Shots

Kristina and Tyler Wilson

Dear Kristina,

 If the names Hunter or Nicole are in here, them I'm sorry. I started writing a story over the summer, but it didn't last very long. I got chapter one and 1/4 of chapter two written and then school started back and I forgot about it and now I have no inspiration to continue it as a novel like I planned. I remembered you asked for another one shot and I told you when I had an idea then I would write one for you, but I never came up with an original idea. When I found this again, I decided to just use it. I think I fixed it all though and there shouldn't be any Hunters or Nicoles in here, but don't quote me on that. It's also not super romantic, the way I had the characters planned, romance didn't really fit well. They were supposed to be best friends and I feel like the whole "best friends falling in love" thing is a HUGE cliche and I wanted to do something different. If you hate it then I'll write you another one when I come up with a good idea, but I hope you like this one anyways!

Love ya, Rachel<3

            Pain erupts from my body and I grab my shoulder. I roll onto my side a little bit and bite my lip to keep from crying. I’m seventeen; I should not cry. I taste blood and let go of my lip. I just lay on the ground; no moving, no speaking, just lying. I struggle to reach my phone. My fingers aching as I wiggle them ever so slightly. I finally reach my phone and dial the number I have dialed so many times before. The number of the best friend I have ever had. One rings, two rings, three rings, four rings. I exhale slowly. Five rings, six rings, seven rings, eight rings.

“Hello?” I smile slightly.

“Kristina” I say.

“What's up, Tyler?” she asks.

“I need you.” I say, inhaling slowly.

“We’ve established this before.” Kristina says.

“No” I say. “I need you to come pick me up. I need to go to the hospital.

“Shit, Tyler. What’d you do this time?”

“I don’t know” I say. “I just know I need to go.”

I hear Kristina sigh.

“Where are you at?” She asks.

“At the 7-11 on the corner” I said.

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t move.” Kristina says.

Right. Because I can totally move anyways.

“Okay.” I say.

The line clicks off and I set my phone down next to me. I stare up at the sky, watching the clouds as they drift by. I wait; hoping Kristina will be here soon. The pain seems to get worse with every minute that passes. Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I see the all familiar red pickup truck pull into the 7-11 parking lot. Kristina gets out of the car and slams the door behind her. I see the slightly freckled face of my best friend appear above me.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” She says.

“What? No hi? No I hope you’re okay?” I asked.

Kristina rolls her eyes.

“Hi Tyler, I hope you’re okay, but I just want you to know that you’re a fucking idiot.”

I sigh.

“I know. You’ve told me this before.” I said.

“Now are you going to help me up?”

 Kristina shrugs and holds out her hand. I reach up for it and she jerks me up off the ground. For a girl, Kristina is unbelievably strong. She helps me to her truck and I climb into the passenger seat. Kristina goes back to where I was laying and picks up my phone. She puts it in her pocket and picks up my bike. She wheels it to the truck and tosses it in the bed. It makes a loud thud as it lands. She gets in and restarts the car and exits the parking lot. She won't look at me. She won't talk to me.