He's The One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written for Unknown girl’s contest. Hope you enjoy.

Submitted: August 22, 2010

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Submitted: August 22, 2010

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He’s The One
A/N : hope youse enjoy this, not realy goos at Short stires, but heres me giving it a go. It's pretty hard bunching up one whole story into one short story. Go figures, it's called 'Short story' for a reason. Well enjoy :] ?


Summer. Who didn’t look forward to summer? Well me of course. Instead of splashing out at the beach with a couple of friends or hanging at the mall, I’m stuck at work selling books at Whitcoulls. People always commented about my looks, but I never really cared. ‘Your beautiful,’ or ‘I wish I were as pretty as you,’ wasn’t really a compliment. I was the girl who buried her face into a book and found herself lost in each chapter and with every page being turned excitement filled me. People didn’t understand how someone like me would read, I might look like a typical blonde bimbo but I’m far from it.
I was on my shift at Whitcoulls, we barely had any customers because the library was a couple of blocks down. Who would buy a book when you could borrow one. I didn’t realize anyone was even in the store because my head was to busy buried in Jodi Picoult’s book ‘Handle with care.’ There was a crash and I looked up to see books on the floor in isle three. I quickly dropped my book and walked over to it to see a boy with messy brown hair, he had gorgeous sea blue eyes that hid behind his cute glasses.
“I’m sorry,” he stumbled. I picked up two books and handed it to him. He had a soft, edgy voice. I smiled and a crimson red tone blushed across his cheeks.
“You don’t have to,” he said as I gave him four more books as he stacked them up neatly. I shrugged.
“I don’t have to, but I want to,” I said. He didn’t keep eye contact with me. I’d never seen him around. This was small enough town for anyone to know everyone. As we finished he slid his side bag back and slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Up close he was gorgeous. He turned and left before I could squeeze another word in. I walked back to the counter and smiled. ‘Nice to meet you too,’ I whispered to myself.

The next day I was on my regular shift, he was there again. Not a word, he was back in the same isle. Thinking I should say something I opened my mouth.
“Hey,” I cried out. He looked at me and as he turned his bag hit the rack on the left, a few books dropped. I wanted to help but I had a customer. I watched as he picked up the books and instead of stacking them neatly like yesterday he tucked them away underneath the rack. I served the customer and turned up to see the door closing, he’d left without a word. The same thing happened for the following week. I’d start my shift and he’d leave the second I started. I decided to take the day off seeing that I wanted a day of my summer break. I went to the beach with Melody and Trish. Trying to get a tan wasn’t easy when you were pale white. I turned to Melody when Trish left us.
“Hey, have you seen the kid?” I asked. She shrugged as she bathed in the sun.
“Is he hot?” she asked. I thought for a second.
“Actually,” I said. “He’s gorgeous,” I said with a grin plastered on my forehead.

I slouched back into work and just like the rest of the week, there he was. Standing there, except this time he wasn’t wearing his glasses. I smiled and straightened myself up. I cleared my throat just so he’d notice, he didn’t even flinch. I sighed, then as I sat my butt on the chair he came to me, with a book.
“Hey,” I said almost falling of the chair a si tried standing up. He didn’t answer.
“Te Passage huh? Great book,” I said. His eyes shifted from the book up to mine.
“No glasses?” I asked. I wanted to kick myself, who ‘ses that. He shook his head.
“The lens cracked. So I have to wear my contacts,” he said. There it went again, his soothing voice chorused in my ears. I grinned and he quickly dropped his gaze, a slight streak of red crossed his cheek.
“You weren’t working yesterday?” he asked shyly.
“No, I went to the beach,” I said telling my life story.
“Oh, so how much?” he asked as I scanned it.
“Twenty nine fifty,” I said. He pulled out a 50 dollar bill. I gave him his change and book. He turned to leave but turned back. He ran his fingers though his hair.
“I was wondering,” he said. I nodded.
“Do you maybe want to go watch a movie some time?” he asked. My eyes widened. Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes I thought excitedly. He waited for my answer.
“No,” I slowly let out. He cringed and he bit his lip.
“How about we have lunch and hang out instead?” I suggested. He nodded. Smile a little, you have a face for a smile I thought. Then it hit me that I’d actually said it out loud. He smiled and I almost fainted.
“Uh thanks,” he stumbled and just like that he turned and left. No details about our date. Was it a date even or was it just someone asking me on a friendly date? I shrugged. Whatever it was, all that mattered was that I’d gotten asked out.

We ended up going to Mason Park. It was actually a massive meadow park really. Overgrown grass and flowers. We were having a small picnic, cheesy I know. But that didn’t bother me, I actually thought it was cute. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
“So your not from around here,” I said stating the obvious. He shook his head.
“My family just moved here from Christchurch,” he said.
“That’s a little far from here. Why the big jump?” I asked. He shrugged.
“My dad got promoted,” I nodded. I don’t know how stupid it really was, but here we were talking in a meadow with a picnic and we didn’t even know each others name.
“So I’m Kristella,” I said.
“Spencer,” he said with a crazy grin on his face. We didn’t touch the food at all. It just sat in the basket and we just sat staring at each other talking about our life stories, to my surprise he didn’t look bored at all. He talked a lot. Not like at the store. I smiled from ear to ear every time he laughed at my stupid jokes, because even though I knew he was only laughing to be nice, somewhere in between his laugh it seemed real too.
“Why didn’t you want to watch a movie?” he asked. I shrugged.
“We would be to concentrated on the movie and like, we wouldn’t get to know each other,” I said. He nodded. “If we were to watch a movie, what movie would you have chosen?” I asked. He grinned.
“That’s an easy one. Inception,” he said. I looked at him.
“Really? No horror movie, or sappy love story?” I asked. “Inceptions had great reviews,”
“Horror movies and Sappy movies get great reviews from there dates,” I said. He didn’t answer.
“How’s The Passage so far?” I asked.
“Great,” he quickly said. I wanted to ask him, why he’d come to the store everyday, but instead I just shut my mouth. We both stayed quiet and he slid his fingers in between mine. His hands, well they fit perfectly in between mine.
He got his glasses repaired, I actually missed his glasses. Spencer and I had been together for 3weeks now and just like always he made me get the crazy jitters that girls got in there stomach. He came into the store everyday and everyday we’d just sit in books and when Mark the manager ever snooped around we’d have to quickly pick them up like they’d been purposely thrown on the floor. I had my head buried in Wuthering heights. I recited a quote from it.
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it” Spencer quickly looked up from The Passage, he was still reading it.
“Like my quote?” I asked. He shook his head.
“The book is amazingly written, but the characters themselves are highly annoying. Heathcliff is an animal, a monster and Emily is as selfish as selfish gets. The two were meant to be together because of that,” he said. I slid my hand into his.
“Are we meant to be together?” I asked. He smiled.
“I hope so,” he whispered as he clasped his hands on mine.
“Definition of love?” I asked.
"Love’s when you want to keep holding hands even after you're sweaty." He said. I laughed at this.
“Quoting Einstein. Impressive,” I said. He smirked.
“Well I agree with Joan Crawford. Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell,” he smiled and mark walked through. I quickly gathered all the books up and as Mark left I quickly stole a kiss and his cheeks went the usual bright red. His blushes were gold, because every time he blushed my heart pumped a little faster than usual.

Spencer and I have been a couple for eight months now. I love him, I honestly do. I haven’t admitted it but I do. Everything he does he makes me want to melt. The cutest thing about his is that every time we kiss, he still manages to stumble the next words he tries to say. We were like two peas in a pod.
“So what book are you reading this time?” he asked as peeked through the door. I grinned and I grabbed him and pressed him against the door.
“You’re my story, you’re my beginning, my middle and my end,” I whispered. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He had a spare key to the house, but only I knew that.
“I love you,” I whispered. He grinned.
“I love you isn’t even half the way I feel about you,” he whispered and his mouth crushed mine and then his lips trailed down my neck onto my shoulders, we both exchanged taking our clothes. We made love that day. It was funny, that little thing called love. It was a magic feeling.

We’ve graduated high school, we’re both going onto bigger and better things in life. We read nearly every book that Whitcoulls owned. Spencer wants to go Auckland Uni and I wanted to go Canterbury. He invited me over to his house, we were both leaving to our separate ways in two weeks.
“Hey,” he said. I smiled.
“Hey yourself,” I said. He patted his bed and sat next to him.
“Listen,” he said.
“I’m listening,” I whispered. He sighed.
“I don’t think I want you to be my girlfriend anymore,” he said in a low voice. He grabbed my hand and I was already in tears. I flinched. Like what the fuck! I wanted to yell.
“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend beca-”
“It’s only distance Spencer. We can work it out,” I said tears slowly escaping from the corner of my eyes. He shook his head and he kissed the back of my hand. He wiped my tears.
“Spencer,” I whispered.
“You didn’t let me finish,” he said.
“I don’t want us to finish,” I said. He pressed his lips against mine, it was a sweet kiss.
“Now will you let me finish?” he asked. I nodded.
“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend because I want you to be more,” he got onto his knees and he pulled out a small crimson case.
“Kristella Rose Porter will you marry me?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!” I squealed, he put a ring on my finger and he stood up and jumped on him and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him and that sealed the deal. Even if were going to be separated. I knew deep down that even so, he’s the one.

The End


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