Little Moments

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take…but by the moments that take our breath away.

Submitted: June 07, 2009

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When five-ten rolled around and Chris still hadn’t arrived, she decided to call him. The phone rang twice.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe,” she said, “I was just wondering where you were?”
“I’m on my way,” he said, sounding amused.
“Ok, see you in a bit.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Five minutes later, he was in the driveway. Grabbing her purse and coat and his present, she opened the door, told her mom that she’d see her at nine, and left, closing the door behind her.
“Hi,” she said, sliding in to the gold Oldsmobile.
“Hi,” he answered, backing the car out of the driveway.
“So how was your day?”
“Good, and yours?”
“Fine.” They drove the rest of the way to his house in silence. Camille was so excited that she could barely contain it. As they walked into his house, Milly noticed Chris’s mom, Mae, sitting on Chris’s dad, Wesley’s, lap.
“Aww, you two are so cute,” she teased.
“Not really,” Chris’s dad said. “She’s freaking annoying. She kept waving her hand in front of my face while I was trying to read until finally I gave up.” Chris’s mom giggled.
“Your parents are so cute,” Milly said, walking into Chris’s room.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “they’re something.” When he walked out of the room for a minute, Milly spotted ‘No Reservations’ on his desk. Her heart sank. This was his big surprise? She couldn’t help it; she was slightly disappointed. Hearing him coming back, she turned her back to the movie and set her purse down. He hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. While she curled up on his bed, he moved to shove the movie under the blanket at the foot of his bed.
“It’s ok,” she said, “I already saw it.”
“Oh,” he said. “Well, have you seen it before?”
“No,” she admitted. Then curious she asked, “Why’d you pick it?” He shrugged.
“I hoped it was something you hadn’t seen before that we could both enjoy.”
“So that’s the surprise?” she asked, trying to mask her disappointment.
“Part of it,” he said. “I also had my parents get finger food so we could watch it, eat and cuddle at the same time.”
“So what are we eating?” she asked.
“Chicken and… do you like egg rolls? Cuz I don’t.”
“Not really,” she answered.
“Ok,” he said, “then we have chicken. You wanna go watch the movie?”
“Sure.”
They headed downstairs. Camille grinned at the memory of all those times when they had just started dating that she fell down those stairs.
“Go sit on the couch,” he told her. Walking over to the couch, she gasped. Sitting on the middle cushion, a big, pink stuffed monkey held a card.
“Baby, thank you,” she said, opening the card. Be all mine, the front said. Opening up the card, she read, I’m all yours. Happy Valentine’s Day. Lots of Love, Chris. Smiling she kissed him gently.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely.
“You’re welcome.” As they curled up on the couch, Chris covered them with a blanket.
“And I thought we’d be going out for steak,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Why?” He asked confused.
“Because of all those hints I dropped,” she said.
“Oh, I thought you just wanted steak right then.”
“No,” she said, “I wanted it tonight.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s ok.” They watched the movie in silence for a while. A small part of her still wanted him to know how disappointed she really was; she made another comment.
“Damn, now I’m going to have to take my sister to go see ‘Definitely, Maybe’.”
“Why?” Chris asked again, still confused.
“Well, I was kind of counting on you to go see it with me.”
“Oh,” he said. “Wait, you wanted dinner and a movie?” He looked so dejected.
“Kind of,” she said.
“I thought we’d have a romantic evening in,” he said softly. Milly remembered what she said to Tory and realized what a hypocrite she was being.
“No, you’re right. This is so much better. I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch bout it. It really is wonderful.”
“Ok,” he said staring at the screen.
“Why won’t you look at me?” she asked, knowing he had every right to be mad at her.
“You’re just complaining about everything, and I know I suck at surprises, but I really did try.”
“Chris, I am so sorry,” she whispered. But he still didn’t look at her. Due to a combination of regret over how she made Chris feel and her natural tendency to be emotional, when, in the movie, the sister died, Camille starting crying silently. Running his hand across her cheek, Chris realized it and turned her face toward him.
“Hey,” he said, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you expected.” Thinking-in her hormonal state- that he was referring to the movie, she answered, “Its ok, I knew it was going to happen.”
“No,” he said. “I mean the surprise.”
“Oh… No, I’m sorry. You planned a romantic night in and all I did was whine. It really is wonderful and I really appreciate it. Forgive me?”
“Of course,” he said, kissing her forehead. Running her hand through his hair, she kissed him passionately.
“I love you,” she murmured against his mouth.
“I love you, too,” he whispered. Thirty minutes into the movie, Chris’s dad brought down the chicken and fries that he had made.
“Anything else, your royal highnesses?”
“Ketchup?” Chris asked.
“Get your own damn ketchup,” he said, but returned, nevertheless, in two minuets with ketchup. Sliding off of the couch onto the floor, they continued watching the movie and dining on hot wings and fries. When they finished, they climbed back onto the couch and watched the movie until it was over. Instead of getting up to take the DVD out of the PS3, Chris climbed on top of Milly and began kissing and caressing her. She ran her hands over his chest and kissed his neck.
“You wanna go up to my room?” he murmured in her ear. Shivering with delight, she nodded.
They ran up the stairs, giggling like the teenagers they were. When they reached his room, she jumped on his waterbed and he closed the door, never taking his eyes off her. She grinned. Sitting down next to her on the bed, he gently pushed her down and started kissing her passionately. She responded in kind, moving her hands under his shirt, eventually pulling it over his head. Smiling, he kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, and pulled her shirt off as well. Pressing his torso to hers, he moaned and ran his hands across her back. One hand in her hair, he undid her bra with the other.
Kicking off her boots, Milly reached down and undid Chris’s pants. He nuzzled her neck. “Whatcha doin’ there?” he whispered.
“What’s it look like?” She whispered back.
“Ah, well in that case…” He reached down and undid the button on her jeans. Laughing, she tugged off his jeans. He looked at her, then at himself, then back at her.
“Somehow, I don’t think this situation is entirely fair.” She raised her eyebrow.
“No? Well then maybe you should fix that.” Chuckling, he reached down and pulled her pants off, revealing a red lacy thong.
“Oooo. Me likey.” Milly laughed. Pulling the covers aside, Chris, snuggled under them and motioned for Milly to join him. She snuggled close to him, kissing his cheek. Kissing her lips softly, he pulled her closer, then rolled on top of her and started to kiss her more passionately. While she pulled off his boxers, he removed her red lacy thong, tossing them aside.
Pausing for a moment, he looked into her eyes and kissed her nose.
“I love you, Mil.” She smiled.
“I love you too, Chris.” Kissing her lips, he pressed against her, pushing himself deep inside her. She moaned against his mouth. As he moved inside her, the passion mounted until release tore through them. Rolling on his back, Chris pulled Milly close to him, kissing her forehead. Snuggling, they talked and joked for nearly an hour before getting dressed.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, Milly reached over and grabbed the bag containing Chris’s present. Handing it to him, she watched anxiously as he opened it. Pulling the various gifts out of the bag, Chris grinned and kissed her.
“Thank you, babe.”
“You’re welcome.” They spent what was left of their time together sharing the chocolate and laughing.
Climbing out of the car at the end of the night, Chris and Milly walked to the door. Instead of immediately going inside, Milly turned toward Chris. Grinning, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him.Nuzzling her, he murmured, “Guess what?”
“What?” she asked nuzzling back.
“I want you.” Milly opened her eyes wide. “Again?” she whispered.
He laughed. “Again.”
“Guess what?” She asked.
“What?” He responded, kissing her neck.
“I need you.”
He grinned. “Again?” She kissed his smile.
“Again.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you,” Chris said.
“Really,” Milly asked, searching his eyes.
“Really, really.” He answered meeting her gaze.
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you, too.”
“Oh, ya?”
Oh, ya.”
“I’ll see you Sunday?” He asked.
“Sunday,” Milly confirmed.
“Night.”
“Night.” She watched him walk back to his car for a few seconds before walking into her own house. As she shut the door behind her, her mom said, “Hi honey how was your night?”
“It was amazing. We watched ‘No Reservations’ and ate finger food.”
“Sounds fun.”
“It was.” With that, Milly headed downstairs, completed her nightly routine, and fell asleep hugging the pink monkey.
The next morning, she woke up, stretched, and laid there for ten minutes before finally getting up and taking a shower. Getting out of the shower, she dried off, French-braided her hair and pulled on her black sweater dress and purple leggings. To complete the outfit, she added a purple scarf and black peep-toe kitten heels. Grabbing her coat and the keys to the Camry, she called down the hall to her mom, “I’m gonna run to Starbucks.”
“Wait,” she heard her mom call. Setting down the keys, Milly walked to her mom’s room.
“Yes?”
“If I give you money, will you buy me coffee while you’re there?” Milly grinned.
“Of course.”
“Take the twenty out of my purse then.”
“Is it ok if I buy Zoe coffee too?”
“I guess,” her mom said reluctantly.
“Alright, I’ll be back then.” On her way out, Milly grabbed the money out of her mom’s purse and the keys off the counter. Starting the car, she smiled when she heard one of her favorite songs playing on the radio. Turning it up, she backed out of the driveway and headed to Starbucks. She smiled at the memory of the night before, feeling that today was going to be a good day. Pulling into the parking spot, Milly turned off the car, got out and shut the door.
As she stepped up to the counter, the woman looked up and smiled. “Two Tall white mochas?”
“And a Grande coffee, please,” Milly added, smiling back. Everyone knew by now that whenever Zoe or Milly ordered, it would be two Tall white chocolate mochas. If it was up to them, that would be every day. Sadly, they were not made of money, so they agreed to pick the two worst days of the week and have coffee on those days. After a long debate, they decided that from then on, they would put into practice coffee Wednesdays and coffee Fridays. Occasionally, one of them would bring coffee on a non-designated-coffee-day, but Wednesdays and Fridays were a given, and they switched off so neither of them became too broke too quickly.
“Two Tall white mochas and a Grande coffee,” the woman said, holding a carrying tray. Setting the coffees in the tray, Milly paid and headed out to her car coffee in hand. The drive home was precarious, but she managed to balance the coffees and text Zoe to ask for a ride. Pulling into her driveway, she saw Zoe turning the corner to her street. Heading inside, she set her mom’s coffee on the counter and yelled down the hall that she was leaving.
“Have a good day,” her mom called back. Still holding the other two coffees, she grabbed her backpack and headed out to Zoe’s car. She handed Zoe the coffee before climbing in the purple station wagon.
“Good morning, dear,” Zoe greeted.
“Good morning. How are you this morning?”
“Loads better with coffee. And you?” Milly grinned.
“Well I had an amazing night last night so I’m wonderful.”
“Do I even want to know?” Taking one look at the grin on Milly’s face, Zoe answered her own question. “No, I really don’t.”
Milly laughed. “No, you’re probably right.” After they’d been driving for a bit, Milly realized something.
“Can you believe that we only have three months until they let us loose on the world?” Zoe groaned.
“Don’t even talk about that. I can’t stand the thought of being more than ten minutes away from you. And Kentucky is definitely a little more than ten minutes.”
“Yes, but only a little more than ten minutes.” Zoe just looked at her.
“Fine a lot more than ten minutes, but we’ll talk on the phone and email every day. Hell, we could even become pen pals.” Silence filled the car. Zoe took a deep breath and glanced over at Milly.
“I’m not gonna be able to function without you.”
“I know…Hey, here’s a thought. Let’s forget college, move in together and become crazy cat ladies!”
“I love it!” Zoe exclaimed, pulling into the student parking lot. After she parked, they got out of the car, shut the doors, and headed inside.
“You know,” Zoe said thoughtfully, as they walked in to the school, “the cat lady business isn’t the most lucrative at the moment.”
“So college it is, then.” Milly sighed.
“College it is,” Zoe agreed. Looking at each other, they made an unspoken agreement not to mention the fact that their lives were changing in three months ever again.
Mitchell Lewis was waiting at Milly’s locker. She sighed. She’d known Mitchell since second grade and had a crush on him in eighth. Now that she was happily involved with Chris, Mitchell was half in love with her and insisted that they were best friends. Although Milly felt nothing but friendship for him, he was a nice guy so she tried to be friendly.
“Hey Mitch,” she greeted.
“Hey Mil. Hi, Zoe.” He moved out of her way as she went to open her locker. Kneeling down to grab the books she needed, she glanced up at him.
“How are you?” She asked. He shrugged.
“Fine, I guess. What about you?”
“I’m good,” she said, closing her locker and sitting down in front of it. Zoe sat next to her, thinking that Mitch would sit next to her. Instead, he sat on Milly’s other side. Zoe gave Milly and apologetic look. Milly just shrugged. They talked about their classes until the bell rang, urging them to head to class.
Milly and Zoe spent all of US History passing notes and effectively not paying attention to the review at all. Towards the end of class, they made plans to study later that night to make up for it. As she walked down the hall to Expos, she couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the night before. Opening the door to her class, she spotted her friend, Gina.
“Hey,” she greeted her enthusiastically.
“Hi,” Gina said, “How are you?”
“It’s Friday, so amazing. You?”
“Well other than this paper giving me hell, I’m good.”
Milly laughed. “You too, huh?” Gina just grinned. As she sat down, Milly logged on to the computer and signed into the school website to check her grades. Three A-’s. Milly sighed. Most people would be ecstatic with an A-, but she was determined to end her high school career with straight A’s.
“You know,” she said to Gina, “my dad told me not to get senioritis. I laughed at that because I love school. I always have. I told him he didn’t have to worry about me getting senioritis. But now, I get home and I think ‘homework or Gilmore Girls? ...Gilmore Girls.’ It’s actually kind of pathetic.”
Gina laughed. “I know exactly what you mean.” Milly pulled up her paper on Microsoft Word.
“Can you read this and tell me what you think?” she asked Gina, highlighting the part she needed advice about.
“Yeah, hold on,” Gina muttered, typing something on her own paper. She leaned over to glance at Milly’s paper. Milly watched as Gina scanned her paragraph, biting her lip.
She hated having other people read her work; she feared rejection and ridicule. Thankfully, Gina managed to infuse even her most scathing comments with just enough positive inflection to make it more helpful than upsetting. Milly had come to rely on her absolutely for help with difficult paragraphs. Gina seemed to rely on Milly equally as much, making Milly feel a lot better about herownwriting skills.
By the end of the hour, thanks partly to Gina and partly to a spontaneous burst of inspiration, Milly had completed nearly a whole paragraph, which was more than she had done on her own almost all week.
When she got to chemistry, she immediately set her book bag and purse down and began setting up the lab, wanting to get started right away. After starting to heat the water bath, Milly headed to the back of the room to grab her test tubes. Placing them in the test tube rack, she glanced at her procedure packet.
By then, her friend Gavin had begun setting up his test tubes. She frowned, looking back and forth between the packet and her test tubes.
“God dammit,” she muttered. Gavin, along with the other three people at her lab table, regarded her with curious looks. Noticing all eyes on her, Milly blushed.
“Sorry guys.”
“That’s fine.” Gavin said. “What’s up?”
“I’m missing one of my test tubes, the one with my nickel precipitate. Now I have to start all over, at least to get back to this point and remake this precipitate.” While she was saying this, Gavin started studying his test tubes and packet. He sighed.
“If it makes you feel better, I have to start over too. I’m missing my iron precipitate.” Milly smiled sympathetically at him, transferred some of her unknown to a smaller test tube, and handed the eyedropper to him.
After adding the necessary chemicals, they set their test tubes in the boiling water bath, and Gavin started the timer on his watch. Groaning, Milly put her head in her hands.
“I hate ten minute water baths.”
“Yes, well they can’t go in the valley,” Gavin said. Milly giggled. The previous weekend, they had both participated in the Quincy Show Choir competition, which hadn’t gotten over until midnight. On the bus ride home, they had played a game called Valley of the Green Glass Doors. Gavin had started it, and Milly and their friend Wilson had to figure out what the pattern was to what could and couldn’t get into the Valley. Milly caught on relatively quickly considering it was three a.m. Wilson took a bit longer, to the point where Milly and Gavin were having Wilson spell out the words with double letters in them until he caught on. Good times. Bored, Milly started doodling on her lab.
“Hi Milly,” her friend Daniel said.
“Hey Dan,” Milly said, leaning in for a hug. She and Daniel had met during chemistry and then gotten to know each other via Facebook. When they’d first started talking, Daniel had been going though a rough breakup and Milly, helpless to resist someone in pain, had been on call along with their friend, Curtis, when Dan needed someone to listen. Now about a month later, it seemed that Dan was doing better but they remained just as close.
“How are you?” Dan asked. It was their routine. He asked how she was and she responded with one of three answers: “Good”, “Meh” or “Tired”. Sometimes it was a combination or variation of those three; occasionally, it was something else entirely. On this particular day her response was, “Tired.”
“Aw, why are you tired?” he asked. Glancing up at him, she grinned wickedly.
“You don’t wanna know.” He just looked at her. She giggled and glanced over at Gavin.
“How much longer?” Gavin looked at her, looked at his watch and then back at her.
“Seven minutes.” Milly put her head in her hands, pretending to cry. As Gavin began to rub her back consolingly, she popped up.
“I don’t think I have anything to do tonight,” she said, suddenly excited.
“You should come hang out with us,” Gavin told her.
“Who’s us?” Milly asked.
“Ummm…me, Wilson Paige, Richard, Peter and Zane.”
“What are you doing?”
“We’re not sure yet, but we’re thinking Denny’s and then movie.”
“What movie?”
“Push.” Milly bit her lip and thought for a minute.
“Yeah, that sounds good. What time were you thinking?” Gavin just shrugged, looked at his watch and held up five fingers. Milly rolled her eyes.
“I freaking hate ten minute water baths!” she exclaimed. With a huff, she sat down on a stool and rested her head on her arms. Dan came over and started massaging her shoulders.
For the next five minutes, they sat in silence, staring at the boiling water. When the five minutes finally passed, which seemed to Milly to take several hours, she and Gavin pulled their test tubes out of the water using what looked like giant clothespins, compared the amount of solution each of them had to make sure it was close to equal and headed over to the centrifuge.
“So you’ll text me tonight to let me know what the plan is?” Milly asked, while they waited for the centrifuge to finish centrifuging. Gavin nodded, eyes on his watch. He held up three fingers, two fingers, one, and gave her the sign to stop the centrifuge and pull out their test tubes.As she handed Gavin his, she squinted at hers.
“Mine didn’t centrifuge all the way. I think I’m gonna have to use the piece of cotton in the eyedropper thing.” Gavin looked at his and then at the clock.
“We could just let it settle overnight and start cleaning up now," he suggested. Milly just looked at him.
“You just wanna start cleaning up, don’t you?” she asked. Gavin grinned.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Milly rolled her eyes, grabbed his test tube and put it next to hers in the test tube rack while Gavin started putting everything else away. Together they cleaned out the unused test tubes with deionized water, put away the Bunsen burner and the ring stand, and cleaned off the table with disinfectant. Walking past the box of goggles, Milly threw hers in and rubbed her eyes. When she got back to her desk, she came upon Dan’s sister, Nicole, Nicki for short, in a heated argument with Mike Drant, who sat behind Milly, about legalizing marijuana. With raised eyebrows, she looked at Gavin. He shrugged. Shrugging in response, Milly pulled coconut lotion out of her purse, and put some on, listening to Nicki and Mike shooting remarks back and forth.
When the bell rang, she grabbed her purse and backpack and headed to advisory. Walking into class, she grinned when she saw Wilson wielding a giant wooden stick.
“Nice stick, Wilson.” He turned and grinned at her.
“Why thank you,” he replied. “And that is, in fact, what she said.” Milly giggled as he set the stick down and gave her a big hug.
“Are you two dating?” Mme. Kessler asked. Blushing, Milly pulled away.
“No, we’re…”Milly trailed off. It would have sounded weird to say they were just friends, but that’s what they were. She glanced at Wilson.
“It’s complicated,” he finished, smiling at her. She smiled back and gave him one last hug before he left for choir. Sitting down, she shook her head. Since the start of show choir this year, she had started thinking that if she wasn’t madly in love with Chris, which she was, she was in danger of falling a little in love with Wilson. Luckily for her, he looked about twelve, so the risk of sexual tension, was minimal, to put it mildly. He stuck his head back into the room, jerking her from her thoughts.
“Can I get a ride home tonight?” he asked. She smiled.
“Of course.” As he left, Gina walked in. Milly smiled at her.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How was second hour?” Gina grinned.
“It was physics. How was Chemistry?” Milly rolled her eyes.
“I lost my nickel precipitate so I had to restart the lab.” Gina frowned sympathetically.
“That sucks.” Milly shrugged and dug in her backpack to see if she had anything to do. She didn’t. She turned to Mme. Kessler.
“Do you have anything for me to grade?” she asked. Mme. Kessler looked on her desk.
“Actually, yes. I have quizzes from last hour if you want to grade them.” Milly nodded vigorously. She grabbed the stack from Mme. Kessler and a green pin from her purse. She hated grading in red because she felt like it was a mean color to grade in. Glancing at the half sheets of paper, she smiled. She knew these words and wouldn’t have to rely on Mme. Kessler to make an answer key.
Going through the quizzes, she wasn’t surprised to see that while some people did very well, others were getting 7’s and 8’s out of 20. She was happy, though, to see that Wilson got 18 out of 20. She drew a little smiley face on the top of his paper next to the grade. As she was writing the grade on the top of the last quiz the bell rang, announcing it was lunch time. Throwing her pen into her backpack, she handed Mme. Kessler the graded quizzes.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it,” she told Milly. Milly smiled.
“Hey, it helps me too, so I really don’t mind.” With that, she grabbed her bag and her purse and headed to lunch.


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