She knew the chances of ever seeing the boy was slim, and unlikely, but her thoughts still seemed to always find their way to him, no matter how twisted the road was. Hannah would always get excited whenever the now-seventeen year old found herself talking about her asylum love story. She would always claim that their story belong in a movie, or a book, or something like that. Mackenzie usualy would just nod alond and listen to her friend go on, and on, and on about “ships”, and a bunch of other things Mackenzie didn’t care to learn the meanings of. How the two we’re friends was bizarre because Hannah was loud and wild. And Mackenzie was going to miss how oppisite the two we’re.
Aunt Kat, Mackenzie’s legal gaurdian, was the queen of impulsive descions, and Mackenzie one year away from the joys of being an adult, had to go along with them. Her new thing, that left Mackenzie protesting was the sudden Idea to pack up everything, and move to a new place a few states away. Leaving all of the bad memories away, and getting a fresh start. Mackenzie didn’t want that, though, bad memories we’re apart of her, and so was the state. She didn’t feel right about leaving a part of her behing to move somewhere new, again. She had come to the conclusion that it was all just completely useless, and fresh starts weren’t a thing. But her aunt disagreed. So Mackenzie found Herself having a staring contest with a new house, in a new town, in Illinois. A unfamiliar places, with more than enough familiar faces.
Mackenzie was not aware of how long she spent standing infront of the home, blankly staring at it as the world kept mocing around her, but one thing seemed to break her from her trance. The sound of a body hitting the ground. With a jump, her legs started to move forward before she could tell them to. “Hey, are you okay?” She called out as she approached the other. Her eyes almost widened at the sight of the familiar figure. “Oh my god…” She said, a wide smile taking of her features. “No way!”
He knew that voice. -- He knew that he knew that voice. Freddie pushed his palms into the grass, lifting himself up slowly as he spat out a little bit of dirt that had made it behind his teeth -- he hoped she didn’t see that. Finally turning over to sit on his bottom, Freddie’s eyes lit up as they came upon Mackenzie, adrenaline instantaneously waking up every part of him, willing him to stand despite the burning, dirt hidden scrapes on his nose, knees and elbow. Dusting his hands off on his shorts, a wide smile found his features before he impulsively reached forward, taking her into his arms. “I-I c-can’t believe -- w-when did -- w-what are you d-doing here?” The boy asked, his stutter heavy more so because of the unbelievable surprise of the situation than because he was nervous. To the contrary, he had become most comfortable with this girl than he had with any other.
Suddenly he was very happy with himself for not calling out any of his friends, although if he had maybe they would be here now to see Mackenzie in person. Surely that would remove any remaining doubt they had. -- He was thinking too hard now. Freddie slowly released her, their bodies departing as he took a step back to give her some room. Here she was, the girl he couldn’t get out of his head, right in front of him looking as pretty as she always did, and he was simply a fool who stared too long. “I-I didn’t mean to, um... bombard you with questions. I -- uh -- I’m happy to s-see you.” He said, chuckling awkwardly as he reached behind his head, fixing his hand in his hair. He didn’t even think to assess the damage the lamp post had done to his bike.
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