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Chapter 12 (v.1)

Submitted: August 04, 2008

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Twelve

Immediately, I climbed back in the car and Blake and I drove to Flagstaff, Arizona. Skylar and I had decided that’s where we’d meet and that’s where we’d spend spring break. Although, while waiting for her arrival it occurred to me,

“What are you going to do when I’m with Skylar Blake?” He sighed and took in a deep breath like he had some long drawn out prepared answer. He simply replied with,

“There should be girls in Flagstaff. I’ll find one and leave you to yours.” I was ecstatic. I wonder if he’d be my maid of honor if Skylar and I got married.

“Hey Blake, if Skylar and I got married would you be the maid of…” he stopped me mid sentence. He then proceeded to explain to me how the thought had already crossed his mind. No way in hell would he be a maid of honor but he’d definitely get online to become an ordained minister and perform the ceremony. And also, that he was concerned that it’d look weird if we were both wearing big white poofy dresses and instead we should get married in the Bahamas on a beach in our bikinis.

“Sure Blake thanks…” I said with a little chuckle squeezed in. So after eating at about every fast food place on that side of town, I got a call from Skylar. She told me where she was and to meet her there in about fifteen minutes so that she could freshen up. Elated, I said okay and hung up the phone.

Fourteen minutes and thirty seven seconds later I arrived at this park in Flagstaff. It was hotter than nine kinds of hell and I was ready to get out of there. Except, that in the corner of my eye I saw a beautiful girl appear. I turned around and pointed at her to Blake and he smiled. Rather quickly, he made the gesture to call him later and he got in the car and left.

“Hey good looking,” she said and I smiled. As I was walking over to her I had an epiphany. WE WERE IN ARIZONA! I know to most people that isn’t that exciting but to me that meant I could kiss her fifty times and no one we knew would recognize us. At this point, I ran up to her and she picked me up in her arms and spun me around like they do in all the movies. I kissed her about as passionately as someone who is against PDA could and she blushed.

“I love you Skylar,” I said smiling. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing and I felt that the little over a month I had been without her I had fallen more in love with her. Every emotion I had towards her was racing through my mind. I wanted to be with her as long as I possibly could even though I hadn’t even fully known her for a year. It was like I couldn’t even explain it. When I looked at her, I saw what life was supposed to be. When she smiled, my heart melted. When she held my hand, I felt like that’s where it should be. I felt like she was the light at the end of the tunnel. She was the one thing I truly needed in life. I was head over heels in love with her and I needed the entire world to know it.

“I love you too,” she said.

I spent the remainder of my spring break with her and it was flawless. Up until, the end of the week came and Blake had to take me home to Dallas and she had to get back to San Francisco. It was the hardest goodbye I’ve ever had and I’d like to never have another goodbye quite like it.

As we were standing in the park where we had first met that week she took my hands and told me,

“I’ll see you again before you know it. I promise.” And I believed her. She kissed me goodbye and that was that.

The rest of the school year went by and tests were taken and grades were marked and before I knew it, summer began. I was more than ready to see Skylar again and on the last day of school I had every intention of calling her to tell her we needed to.

As I walked in my room on that day my bed was lumpier than usual. I pulled down the covers to see Skylar’s shining face beneath it. I kissed her and then said quietly,

“What are you doing here? You can’t make me all excited to see you I can’t let my parents catch on.” She giggled and showed me a picture of some apartment. Apparently, I didn’t catch the drift. I shrugged.

“It’s mine. All mine. I’m moving back to Dallas. And babe, there’s room for you in it when you’re ready to make that commitment,” she was gleaming. As for me, I was confused as to how she got an apartment at seventeen.

“I know you’re wondering babe, so I’ll fill you in. My dad knows a guy who runs an apartment complex. I’ll be eighteen In four months and so he got me a job and is letting me have the apartment now. That way once school starts I can start as a senior at Townview again, have a job, have my girl and have an apartment. It’s perfect,” she said.

At this point I was thrilled. I knew my parents wouldn’t let me move in with her but that was the least of my worries. I’d spend the rest of high school with her and she’d be my girl. That’s all I wanted to hear her be called was my girl.

I bit my lip and then couldn’t hold it in any longer. I screamed with excitement and took her into my arms. I was so excited that I finally had her back and I didn’t have to lose her again. Skylar Jacobs was mine.

Skype, Marco and myself all helped Skylar move into the new apartment. It wasn’t that far down the road from me and it was really nice. She had gotten a bunch of used furniture from assorted garage sales and thrift stores making it look quite…unique. In the middle of her living room, however, was this huge rug. It was probably the ugliest rug I had ever seen and I was really curious as to why she had it in her living room. I eyed it for a few moments and then shook my head and went back to helping Skylar move.

After everything was in the apartment and boxes were lined against every wall Skype and Marco had to leave. We gave them hugs and Skylar promised she’d have a party once she was completely settled in. They were excited about that and they escorted themselves out of the apartment. I had her all to myself.

“I’m so exhausted,” she sighed and slid down the side of the wall landing on that atrocious rug. I scooted towards her and put my arm around her and her head fell perfectly in place on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and I could feel her skin pulling into a smile. I smiled.

“Me too baby girl, me too,” I told her letting out a big yawn. We sat there on that hideous rug for about thirty minutes before we decided we were going to go eat and then coming back to finish unpacking. We left the apartment in its big heap of a mess and got into the Corolla.

Driving down the road I’d glance over and Skylar would be smiling. When we weren’t talking she was smiling the entire car ride. As we slowed to a stop at a read light I turned my head and asked her,

“Why do you keep smiling?” She started smiling even bigger. I think the cars a mile away were being blinded by her pearly white smile. She looked at me and touched my hand and chills filled my body.

“How could I not smile when I’m next to you,” she asked. I got butterflies all inside me and I started smiling. So now, the two of us are driving down a road smiling like idiots in love. Well, we were idiots in love so I guess it was okay.

As we pulled into the Chili’s parking lot I wasn’t ready to get out. Skylar opened her door and I took her arm and pulled it back shut. She looked at me blankly. I think you can figure out what comes next.

Around ten minutes after we spent extra time in the car, we got out to go eat. The hostess sat us and we went to the table, hand in hand. We sat and talked and talked and talked a little bit more. Our food was brought to us and very shortly after Skylar said something super funny and I began laughing really hard and then kissed her cheek. To my dismay, I shouldn’t have kissed her,

“Mary?” I heard a very familiar voice say to the left of me. I knew who’s voice it was so when I turned to look I was wincing. There she was, my mother standing in the flesh.


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