"I love you," he whispered. I replayed the words in my head over
and over again. My heart pounded against my chest, my breath came
quicker and I was blinded by stars and bright lights that filled
my eyes. I almost floated off the ground with joy. The
surroundings disappeared and all that existed in the world was me
and him. Nothing else mattered anymore except that we were
together. If I had to choose one moment to relive for the rest of
my life it would be that one. His arms were around me our bodies
close. I could feel his breath near my cheek. My heart thudded
even faster as though it would burst out any second. Every minute
felt like a mere second it slipped away so fast. He'd said it so
many times before for so long now but I still couldn't get used
to it. Right there with him, I knew it.
I loved him too. Every moment felt as amazing as it had the
first time we started spending time together. Eventually we
started dating and after a while we realised it wasn't just a bit
of fun. It was serious- we loved each other. He'd been hesitant
to start a relationship but wouldn't say why- probably because
his father had died and he was still mourning.
Christen was everything to me. He was so much to me and could
never mean more to anyone. I couldn't imagine life without
looking into those extraordinary green eyes, like precious
gleaming emeralds or freshly dew dropped grass in colour. Their
gaze was so strong it held you there, dazed or amazed rather.
They were so wide and so unordinary it was thrilling to catch him
looking at you with them so widely. His hair was always
carelessly brushed and a honey blonde with natural brown
highlights throughout. It was short but there was a lot of it,
soft and shiny. His nose was small and in the dead centre of his
face. His skin was ivory, so pale and such a creamy colour, with
little freckles dotted over his nose. His lips were thin yet so
perfect and almost always pulled up in that familiar grin that
sent chills of joy up my spine to see. His features were so kind
and handsome. He wasn't just something to look at though. No he
was a gentleman and always believed in treating people right. He
was forgetful but always worked hard. He was always laughing and
acting silly making jokes. Christen was charismatic in a way.
There was something about his childish ways that won you over. He
was strong mentally and physically and could get through
anything. He got over his father dying because he knew that's
what he would have wanted- so mature. He may seem young when he's
fooling about but he isn't irresponsible, just carefree. He's not
afraid to speak his mind and stand up for what he believes in. My
Christen was so admired by every girl but they didn't know him
like me. They weren't in love with him. They wouldn't give up
anything for him.
"I love you too," I replied, "always have and always will."
Everything came back into view. We were outside the steel park
gates that stood tall and menacing, but had huge tree branches
hanging down, dotted with clusters of white blossoms. The bumpy
concrete pavement was cracked and lines ran along it in every
direction. Tiny little stones had come loose and were scattered
about the place. A fence ran around the entire perimeter of the
park, but had been bent in one place by someone with a crowbar,
so a small person could fit through the gap. I tried to open the
gates. They rattled and creaked and it was only then I noticed
the chain and padlock. I should've been home before they had been
"My parents aren't going to be too pleased. I promised I wouldn't
be late home today" I sighed.
"Hey, don't worry, just blame it on me"
"Christen-" I protested.
"Hayley honestly I don't mind. Your mum can't tell me off so why
shouldn't I help you out?" he cut across.
Christen helped me through the gap and we walked along the smooth
pale grey path to a nearby bench. We sat down on the cold green
painted metal seat together. It was late in the evening and the
sky was a dark orange streaked with red. The clouds looked a
smoky grey black silhouetted against the glowing jewel like
"You know I really should make my way home" I said biting my lip.
"You're already late it doesn't matter really does it"
"I guess not"
"I'm such a bad influence aren't I?"
"Seriously my parents worry too much though don't they? I was a
minute late coming home from the fair three years ago and-"
"You opened the door and your mother was crying"
"They mean well though" I reasoned.
He sighed. I knew he wanted to spend all his time with me. It was
only natural to want to spend time with the person you were in
love with. But my parents were starting to think that Christen
was a bad influence. And I couldn't have my parents dislike him.
I loved him. I had loved him for two years and yet even something
simple like him holding my hand or kissing me on the cheek felt
as wonderful as the first time. It was only when you felt like
that you knew you loved someone.
"Come on then I don't want to have to be lectured by your mother"
he grinned getting up. I rose from the bench unwillingly. I
wanted to stay with him but I didn't want to disappoint my
We walked through the park which wasn't really much of a park at
all. It was a big field of grass with the odd bench alongside the
smooth chalky pathway. There was a shortcut from there to my
house. I looked up at the familiar tree branched hanging above
us. Christen chuckled.
"What?" I asked puzzled.
"I fell out of the big one yesterday" he said a little ashamed.
"Christen! Honestly you're like a child sometimes" I tutted.
"You're like my mother sometimes"
I just didn't want him to get hurt. He was like a bouncy baby boy
acting without thinking.
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"No" he answered too quickly. I smiled, knowing he probably had.
He hated showing signs of weakness.
We'd reached my house by then. He kissed me and I felt it all the
way down to my toes.
"Hayley get in here now. See you tomorrow Christen" my mother's
voice floated out of the open living room widow.
I sighed- I doubt that the Christen card would work for the
The day was bright and happy, and the sky looked like it had been
scrubbed vigorously by my mother and her canary yellow rubber
"There's going to be a very long test today" I reminded Chris as
we trudged across the field and through the school car park.
"There's going to be a boy with a very long face tomorrow" he
said sorrowfully, playing it up.
"Christen you've go to start pulling those Thomas the Tank socks
of yours up" I giggled elbowing him.
"Hey unfair!" he protested. That boy was so touchy about his
That's when I noticed a girl who I had never seen before standing
by the school gates. Christen froze next to me.
Her hair was blonde, cut short into a straight sharp bob which
was longer at the front. Her round doe eyes were milk chocolate
brown and wide with what- fear? Her face was pale with a light
sheen of sweat, and she looked ready to pass out. She was model
thin with sharp elbows and shoulders and long never ending legs.
She was looking straight at us.
That's when Chris ran, and I mean seriously legged it, as fast as
his athletic football playing legs could take him. I span round
"What the hell?!" I called.
"I'll explain later" he shouted back.
Her eyes locked with mine.