you again (but not)

three; of requests

This story might be a little too fast-paced for you guys but it is a short story so I'm expecting maybe 15 chapters?

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And the next day, I did actually stop by 7-11 at around 11: 20, and randomly bought a pack of Mentos Cool Chews to give Colton something to ring up. His shift ended a bit later since he had to wait until his friendly colleague came in for the afternoon shift, and after she did, we left.

It was but a short two minutes to my car, and I figured that I should try to make some conversation. This thought was then rebuked when the engine revved up and I was then reminded of the sounds it made sometimes that would probably make any form of small talk more awkward. He kept looking over to me while I was driving, and I was feeling so middle-school-girl-with-her-crush -ey, and even though I didn't like him, I still felt nervous around cute/hot guys, and this resulted in me pulling over after the gazillionth time he glanced over.

"Look," I said, staring at the steering wheel, "if you're not going to tell me why you keep staring at me, we can just stay here the whole day." He looked sheepish yet amused as his eyes bored into the side of my face. I looked over and we locked eyes for three seconds before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"We won't need to." He raised his left eyebrow and pointed at something outside my window. "We're already at my apartment."

It seemed, without me realizing it, that I had managed to pull over right by his house. My face was warm. I crossed my arms, unsatisfied. "You still have to tell me, or the question will haunt me for the rest of my life, that I was stared at by a hot guy- "

I stopped. He continued to look at me. "You think I'm hot?" He smirked, and in a flash I questioned myself why I was shy about it. "Yeah." I admitted. His fingers suddenly rose up and trailed along the side of my face. "You're blushing." He announced quietly. I felt it. I pulled away and heard him murmur, "Just like her."

I've had enough of this 'her', this Savannah Cairney whom I did not know and whose looks I couldn't compare my own to until I had witnessed her beauty which seemingly had captured Colton's heart. I saw him look down at his hands and then ask,

"Care to come home with me?"

 I let myself mull it over. "Only for awhile." I allowed, a small smile tweaking my mouth. He grinned and I turned the engine off.

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His apartment was C18 (a), and the walk to his block alone took around five minutes, the overall journey taking eight. I waited behind him as he unlocked the door, and the one movement alone- the twist of his wrist as he turned the key- sparked the memory of someone in my brain.

He unlocked the door and opened it, letting me step in first before he did. My mind was filled with the image of the boy I wanted to forgive me, for something I did to him that was horrible and selfish. Colton had his eyes, his hair, his height, the only difference being the stature; Colton was better-built in places where he was only normally built, and the glasses he had that Colton didn't. "Sawyer," I whispered.

Colton turned to me. "What?" He asked. I shook my head and smiled. He grinned and I sat down on his couch. He sat down next to me. "When I was fourteen, I had a crush on my best friend, Savannah Cairney. She knew, the only thing was she never acted on it. She didn't confront me or anything, and one day she just." He paused and blinked once, then took a deep breath. "Just got knocked over by a car on her way to school."

My breath stalled for the second time that day and I finally realized why he stared at me so much. His hand had unwittingly fell on mine and his fingers were tangled haphazardly with mine. He looked up at me and muttered, "She had the hair and eyes, the same curve to her cheek as you did. Everything except the fact that she's buried seven feet under and you're here holding my hand." I jumped and took my hand away. "You were the one holding my hand, Colton. " I said matter-of-factly. I let my mind waver. "You remind me of someone else too." I told him, and his eyes brightened considerably. "Really?" He asked. I nodded and proceeded to tell him the story.

It turned out that my aunt (who was actually my mom's best friend- no biological relationship ) had recently gotten divorced. Without a home, she'd decided to stay at my house instead. At first it was hard, what with her son- Sawyer being immensely good-looking and his living right downstairs and all, but he was- you know- so weak. I hated him for that, why couldn't he just stand up for himself? My mother babied him, even though his own mother did not. And soon I was hating him, not just the fault. So one day I picked a pair of scissors up and cut off a lock of my own hair. Crying, I accused Sawyer of it, and even though he knew he hadn't done anything, they left that day.

"So you - what? Why would you do that? " Colton asked incredulously. I looked down at our closely put hands. "I just wanted him to stand up for himself, but he couldn't. Or he could, but he just wouldn't." I shook my head. "I just wanted him back after that and I didn't know why. I wanted him to be back, because before he left we were some form of friends, and I want to relive that again. "

A plan formed in by head the same time as his did.

It wasn't a flawless plan, and certainly not a sensible one, but maybe, just maybe, perhaps, if by chance,

"I'll be your Sawyer, you'll be my Savannah." Colton announces our brainchild. Probably a prematurely born one, but one all the same.

I thought about it. This was something hard, I did not know Savannah, and Colton did not know Sawyer. But we could try. Even though I wasn't one to change who I was for someone, but because this was the lowest form of it, the most harmless, I agreed.

"Deal."

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