I spun the small gold ring around my finger loosely, the ring didn’t fit anymore. I had lost so much weight in the past month, my clothes didn’t even fit anymore. I sighed audibly, and lifted the porcelain coffee cup to my lips, gazing around the deserted 50’s style diner. The torn red booth seats were lumpy and terribly uncomfortable. Fluorescent yellow lights flickered over head, casting a bad light that would make anyone look sick and discolored.
“Hey there, what are you doing here at this hour?” A juvenile looking boy slid into the booth seat across from me. He had deep, deep red hair, almost brown. A light tan that seemed to be reminiscent of the long gone summer still remained on his skin.
“Well, I guess I could ask you the same thing, couldn’t I?” I smirked, tossing my light brown curls over one shoulder. The truth though, was I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep since June, thanks to my mom. With it now being October, well let’s just say that’s a lot of missing sleep.
“I’m Bryce.” The boy spoke sticking his hand out across the table, which I met halfway.
He nodded, “you new around here?”
He questioned, “more or less.” I replied glancing down at my ring again, I seemed to do that a lot lately.
“Cool, cool. So.. I’m guessing there is no chance you will go home with me?”
A hopeful smile on his lips, I laughed lightly. “No, none at all.”
I smiled at him, he nodded slowly and stood from his seat. “Well, I’ll see you around Sadie.”
He smiled, giving a quick wave, before shoving his hands in his pockets and pushing the diner doors open causing the tiny bell to ring.
I shook my head, pulling out a five and placing it on the table before leaving the restaurant myself. I stuck the key into the ignition, of my pride and glory. My 1970’s little VW Bug. Its rusty “I used to be a really pretty blue” color was so welcoming and warm, its impossible not to love it.
I smiled to myself as the familiar rumble of the engine began. I did my best to remember my way “home” although it really wasn’t a home, it was very much just a house. I studied my hands clenched to the old leather wheel, that simple gold band seemed to stare right back at me.
I missed you, so much. I remember the day you gave it to me, your eyes had looked extra green that day. Your golden brownish-blonde hair swooshed over your eyes as you did your signature little head flick. You slid it on my finger, saying you would always be there for me, and you love me.
The ring was your grandmother’s. I wore it with so much pride, you have no idea. But then I had to leave, not by choice, mind you. I would give anything to back in your arms, holding me tightly against you. When I’m 18, though, we will be together again. 5 months, that’s it, 5 months.
“Sadie, we have no choice. We have to leave.” My mom spoke calmly, even though I was screaming in her face. She had lost her job, due to the recession. And so, we moved to south Jesus nowhere. Making me leave behind the one thing that meant the world to me, my Owen. My beautiful, wonderful, smiling Owen.
“I love you, I love you so much Owen. I’m so sorry.”
Tears poured down my face, I buried my face in his chest. “I know baby, I know. Don’t worry, we’ll make this work.”
His kissed the top of my head running his fingers through my hair. “Promise?” I questioned, he nodded, “promise.”
I stuck out my pinky finger, he smiled and linked his pinky with mine. “I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too.” He smiled kissing me on the head once more before I turned and sulked back to my bug, honking as I pulled away.Tears brimmed my eyes as I reminisced on my last day in Lake Grove.
I immediately snapped back to reality as my engine began to sputter. “Damnit!” I hit my hand against the wheel and pulled to the side of the road.
Stepping out of the car and popping open the hood of my car. A cloud of black smoke erupted in my face, “shit!” I exclaimed fanning the air with my hand.
“Could you use some help?” A man, probably around 25 with light hair approached me. His shoulders were broad and muscular, too much for my taste. I glanced behind him he was driving a beat up ancient for truck, typical for this area.
“Oh, uh… No I’m fine. Thanks.”
I heard him laugh quietly, “doesn’t really look like that, does it?” I smiled a little, “I guess your right.” He glided towards me, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. “Let me take a look.” He flashed me a smile, that seemed almost neon in the dim orange lighting that lit up the dark night. “Hmm…I think we’re going to have to call a tow. Engine is a bust.” He sighed, I slapped my hand to my forehead.
“Fuck.” I exclaimed. “Now what is a pretty little girl like you doing using that sort of language?” He laughed. “I’m sorry, dirty habit.” I smiled innocently. “Don’t apologize, baby. Hey, why don’t you let me give you a ride home?” I winced, and took a step back. “No, no. It’s fine really. You’ve done enough, thank you.”
I continued backing away until my hand was on the handle to my car. “It’s nothing, I would love to give you a ride. Please, a girl like you shouldn’t be alone this late at night anyways.” I smiled, while opening my door reaching for my phone on the dash.
“My boyfriend is on his way already, thank you though!” I lied. His cocky arrogance deflated at my words, and he dragged his feet back to his car, “no problem. Glad I could help.” He murmured, slamming his door and speeding off. I sat in my car for a minute, after trying to start the car 3 times I realized he wasn’t just saying my engine was bust so he could give me a ride home. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon in this thing.
I sighed picking up my phone and dialing the one number I knew by heart.
***Owen? I’m sorry to wake you up.***
***No, no its cool. What’s up babe?***
***My car broke down, could you look up a tow place for me? I’m so sorry.***
***Sure, sure. Just a second, its no problem, really.***
***Thank you, so much.***
There was a long silence.
***Hey, I really miss you a lot. I was thinking of coming down…***
***Oh, found it. Ready for the number?***
***Oh, uh. Yeah sure.***
After copying down the digits next to me there was yet another silence.
***Thank you again, this means a lot to me.***
***Yeah, no problem. Alright, goodnight Sade.***
***Okay, goodnight, O. I love you.***
***Mmm… Sleep well.***
***Okay.. I lo-***
The phone clicked before I could finish my sentence. Why didn’t he say I love you back? He always does. He was probably just tired. He was sleeping, after all.