Pinky Swear

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Chapter 1: Broken Promises

I was on my bed, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, paired with a green crop top and my long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. My suitcase was packed full and presently on the floor, but it wasn't closed yet.

I was holding an old photo in hand. And in it was me in a park when I was ten, with my arm playfully around the neck of a small boy. I had on red shorts and a blue top and the boy blue baggy shorts with a white tank top on. 

There were trees in the background, with kids playing around in the grass. We had just graduated from Middle School then, and we had decided to celebrate at the park with my brother, Jaxon, who was the photographer.

Ryan Adams was the name of the little boy. And even though he was a year older than me, then, I had been taller. 

Ryan and I had been best friends since he moved in when he was eight, with his parents and baby sister, as our next-door neighbor. You could say our neighborhood was a little filled with rich and fancy people, and Ryan's parents were super-rich. His mum's a top shot Lawyer, while his dad's a surgeon. Sadly though, this makes them both be less at home.

I could still remember when The Adams moved in, and my parents went over to welcome them. Then they invited my parents over for dinner. Including Jaxon, my older brother, and I.

Ryan had been one of the shyest boys I had ever met. Maybe even the most. He would lower his head whenever someone looked or talked to him. And he stuttered a lot whenever he answered questions at that time. 

His parents and mine were in the sitting room watching a show. While Jax, who was ten then, was trying to teach Kira, Ryan's two-year-old sister, how to spell the alphabet. Though, I was pretty sure she hadn't understood a word that came out from his mouth.

I heard Ryan mutter earlier, that he would be upstairs in his room. I decided to look for him as I wasn't a fan of the show our parents were watching. And I wasn't good with babies either. I walked up the stairs and almost got lost until I saw a door which was left ajar. I knocked on it and heard something clattering on the floor. Then I heard Ryan's scared voice;

"W... who's there?"

"It's me, Sam," I answered, and heard his footsteps before he opened his door further. He then stood in front of me, with his head looking down at the floor.

"N...need anything?" He asked, but his voice sounded shaky.

Unlike him, I wasn't shy or nervous around people. I liked making friends. And looking at him, he was cute. His black hair styled with gel, and his warm brown eye stood out.

"Nope. Just wanna hang out," I answered.

"W...with me?" He sounded surprised.

"Well, there's no one else here...so yeah." I walked past him, leaving him standing at the doorway, stunned. His room was painted in blue, and in neat condition. His bed neatly laid with blue bedsheets, a desk pushed against the wall in a corner and filled with books, but arranged neatly. There was a Rubik's cube on the floor, which he probably fell when he heard me knock.

"Your room looks...tidy. Unlike mine, which is a farmhouse, according to my mum." I joked, and I thought I saw him smile until he pulled his face to look back down at the floor.

"Well, I c...could help you with cleaning it, if you want." He didn't stutter much this time, which surprised me. But his voice still shook. And I wanted to mess with him a bit, so I balled my fist and looked threatening at him.

"What does that mean? That I can't clean it myself. You think you're cleaner than I am?" I asked while stomping my foot childishly.

What he did next shocked me, though. His eyes teared up, and he started apologizing, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"N..no, I...I'm sorry. T...that's not what I meant. I..."

"Woah! No, please don't cry. I was only joking. Please stop. I didn't mean that." I tried to console him, as my tiny self hugged his more tiny body until I heard his sobs start to die down.

"Y...You won't hurt me?" And my heart broke at that. Why would he think that?

"Ryan, how old are you?" I asked, leading him to his chair at his desk and helping him sit.

"Eight." He blinked at me.

"And why would you think a seven-year-old girl, like myself, would want to hurt you?"

"N... nothing." He stuttered out. It was then I realized he stuttered whenever he was nervous, scared, or lying. And he was doing the latter now.

"It's okay. You can trust me." I placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him as he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Promise you won't tell my mum or dad."

"I promise."

He hesitated a little before saying, "Kids at my former school were mean...very mean. And bigger. They would hit or push me whenever my teacher praised me for having the highest score in a test, or just to bully me. I think I was the brightest in my class, and all the other kids hated me for that. I was also the smallest, so it was easier to pick on me." I noticed that throughout, he didn't stutter once. Like he wasn't nervous around me anymore. That made me feel like I achieved something.

"Didn't your parents notice any bruises?" I asked, wondering how he concealed them.

"They're always busy and notice nothing. And I'm also very good at hiding them from our house helps." He said it so proudly.

"It's not good keeping something like that from your parents, though." I proceeded to sit on his bed, already feeling tired.

"N...no, t...they can't know about it. If they do, then mum will be overly worried, and I would feel bad. She already works so hard. I don't want to stress her any more than she is." Well, his stuttering is back. Guess he was nervous again. "Besides, since we've moved, I will no longer be going to that school again." 

 "Yeah, true. You could go to my school," I suggested before letting out a small yawn. I proceeded to lie down on the bed with my feet dangling off the edge. I was feeling sleepy already, and I loved my beauty sleep. 



Sky Angel

#1 in Young adult
#1 in School

Story about: romance, teenfiction, highschool

Edited: 13.08.2020

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