Short Lives, Long Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sam has always been sorta anti social. When she meets Derick, will she finally open up? Or will she stay of the safe side of life?

Submitted: August 23, 2013

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I've never been a romantic person. The last relationship I had was a year, and that ended terribly. I caught him cheating on me. That was John, the man I thought I'd marry. He was perfect, too good to be true I guess. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles, surfer boy looks basicly. I knew I wasn't anywhere near that hot. I mean, I wasn't ugly. I had nice curves, jet black hair, bright green eyes, and very pale skin. Almost white. I wasn't too social, I didn't like dating, too much awkwardness. Too many questions. I just wish I could skip ahead to when I was married. When everything was already done. All I'd need to do was spend the rest of my life with that person. I always had the thought in the back of my head that I'd never find someone. I hoped it wasn't true, but knowing how much I hate dating, there's a pretty good chance I will, Then, I met Derick.

"Sam, you'd be perfect with my cousin, Adam!" My friend, Anya exclaimed, trying to, yet again, set me up with someone. I just shook my head.

"Anya, you know I don't like dating" I said in reply, taking a sip of my coffee. 

She shook her head and got up to throw her muffin wrapper away and I sighed. When would she stop this? I wasn't good at dating. Just then, someone knocked into me, causing me to spill my coffee. I turned around, but before I could yell, a man started to clean it up with a rag. He had dark shaggy curls that hung just over his eyes. Oh, those eyes. They were deep brown, puppy dog eyes. He was almost as pale as me, but had a little tan. He smiled at me with his full pink lips and his bright white teeth. He was just begging for someone to kiss him. As he finished wiping up the coffee he said "I'm so sorry, do you want another one, my treat?" He said, throwing the rag into a nearby bucket. I laughed at his attempt and nodded before saying, "Sure, why not?" He laughed and disappeared for a second. When he came back, he sat in Anya's seat and handed me a coffee. He had a latte in his hand and took a long sip. I took a sip and watched Anya wink at me when she walked past, leaving for work. I giggled. "What's your name?" I asked the boy, staring into his eyes. He looked toward me and smiled "I'm Derick, what's your name?" He said, smile still on his face. I smiled and said "I'm Samantha, call me Sam." I said. He took my hand and kissed it. I felt my face turning red. I was blushing. Why was I blushing?! A man behind the counter called his name and he looked up. "Sorry, I have to get back to work." He said, pulling out a tiny notebook and a pen. He wrote something fast and ripped out the paper. In a second he was gone. I looked at the note and saw a number. I smiled, thinking of his dumb, adorable face. 

  Later that night, I called Derick. We set up a date for a few days from today. I was scared, nervous for  what this date could be like. What if it ended bad? What if he was just like John? Or what if it turned out good and we went out again? How would that work? Oh god, what did I get myself into..?

  It was time, coffee and then a movie. He came to get me around 5:30 and we drove to get coffee where he worked. It was awkward at first, but he got me to open up, to talk. I liked him... A lot. Did he like me? Oh god I hate not knowing! He smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. On the way to the door, he grabbed my hand. I let him. We held hands until the car, and then again when we started to drive. We got to the movie, a horror movie. I like horror movies, but I'd already seen this one. I cuddled up to him, hoping he liked it. Halfway through the movie, I looked up to see him staring at me. He leaned down and I leaned up. We kissed. A beautiful, magical, first kiss. Our first kiss. The rest of the movie, we made out. I really did like this guy...

  When he dropped me off at my apartment, he walked me to my room. He kissed me at the door and we said goodnight. I was going to call him. First thing tomorrow.

  After a few dates, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I agreed and we kissed. It was sweet and magical. Just like every moment I spend with him. I think I love him. 

  Tonight, I'm going to go all the way with Derick. It's been three months, I think I trust him completley. I'm glad he wasn't like all the rest, that he accepted me. For me.

  Last night, we did it. It was as perfect as I thought it would be. Anya and I are going out to the club to hang tonight. She just went through a bad breakup and needs some support. We were out dancing. having some fun, when I got thirsty. I wandered over to the bar and thought I saw Derick. I walked over to him, and that's when I saw it. He was rubbing another girls arm. Then, he kissed her on the cheek. I started crying. He turned and said "Sam this is..."  That's all I heard because I ran away sobbing. He chased me for a bit, but I didn't care. I trusted him! I trusted him!

  It's been three weeks since I've seen Derick. Eighteen missed calls, forty six missed texts, I still don't care. Today, I covered my pretty white skin with red. I cut myself. All up my arms. Why did I let myself feel this way? Why did I let myself fall for a man who would just hurt me? I heard a knock on the door as I finished  up my last row of cuts. I set the razor down and opened it. There he was, his eyes bloodshot, dried tears on his cheeks. His hair was messy and unbrushed. He looked down to the blood dripping for my arm. His eyes got wide and he grabbed my arm. He took off this jacket, a thin plaid overshirt, and wrapped the wound. I started crying, asking why. "Babe, that was my sister, Katharine, she's here right now with my mom if you want to meet them." He said, pointing to his car. In the car were the girl and an older version of her. Why was I such an idiot?! Of course it was his sister! Of course! I hugged him and he laughed. I kissed him and he got down on one knee. He pulled out a ring and said the words I'd been waiting to hear my entire life. "Will you marry me?" He asked. I squealed, and nodded. He smiled and stood. He kissed me again and I cried again. Then, the phone rang. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, is this Samantha Jones?" 

"Yes, who is this?" 

"I'm a nurse at St. Joesphs, your friend, Anya, was just found dead."


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