school gardening

School Window ~ S.M

As usual you spent every lunch time at school on your own. To keep your mind busy during this time you decided to take up singing. You were still a bit patchy as you only started a few weeks ago but you never stopped.

You walked over to your locker to grab a bottle of water, a pen and some paper. You made your way down the corridor pushing past hundreds of bodies ranging from the top popular girls you wouldn’t want to mess with to the kids whose heads are constantly stuck in textbooks. You make it your usual spot at the window which overlooked the school garden. You propped up onto the window sill and began jotting words down onto your paper.

You’ve gone and I’m holding onto the memory
The warm afternoon
And the clothes on the floor
Now I’m feeling so bad and the hurt is inside me
Won’t you come back soon
Won’t you come through my door

“Just one more verse” you say quietly to yourself. You were determined to finish the song by the end of lunch.

“You need any help, I mean not that you need any because that sounded amazing” you heard a familiar voice. You turned around and saw a guy leaning against the wall reading the paper over your shoulder.

Thats Shawn, as in senior boy shawn, what on earth is a senior doing talking to me.

“Shawn hi” you give a weak smile.

“You look scared” he smirks.

“I’m not, it’s just-” you get cut off.

“If you’re not scared then what is it” Shawn says sitting down next to you.

“You’re a senior and I’m you know not a senior” you say.

“What, so I’m not allowed to talk to people like you?” Shawn laughs.

No, that’s now what I meant Shawn okay" you begin laughing.

“Heartbroken?” Shawn asks taking the paper of your lap.

“What?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Your song, it’s a heartbreak song” he points out.

“Oh um yeah, I guess it is, I just kind of wrote whatever words down and created sentences with them” you say.

“Do you play the guitar” Shawn asks.

“Just sing, kind of” you say.

“I’ll teach you, follow me” he says putting his hand out.

You followed him up the stairs and into the music room.

“Grab a seat” he says pointing over to the mass of chairs.

You sit down on one of the blue chairs near this big black box. Shawn quickly came over with what you guess is his school guitar, he grabs one of the blue chairs and sits next to you.

He gives you a quick demo of Drag Me Down by One Direction before passing the guitar over to you.

You held the guitar and froze.

“What’s up?” Shawn asks confused.

“I still have no idea what I’m doing Shawn” you laughed.

“Here I’ll help” he said. He stood up from his chair and knelt down behind you. He was much taller than you so his head was level with your head. He leant over you and grabbed hold of your hands and guided them throughout the whole song.

When the song ended Shawn spoke up.

“That was fun” he said.

“Excuse me” you say.

“I’m not kidding, I enjoyed it, I mean, not to sound weird, would you like to do this every lunch?” He says.

“But don’t you have friends you’d rather spend time with?” You say.

“They’ll survive without me, so deal?” Shawn asks.

“Deal” you smile whilst shaking his hand.


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Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.