Promise Me Pt. 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

The second part to the true story of my first love

December came quickly, and very little had changed. I went to school, saw Andrew on nights and spend my weekends at Taylor’s hanging out with Kyle. My emails inbox and my phone were both filled with cute notes and long conversations, about him, me Andrew and Fiona. Soon my classes were over for the term. After my final class of the semester I went straight to the high school to begin my break. I had gotten there a little late so there wasn’t many people left roaming the halls. Taylor was the first one I saw. We decided to go to the diner to get something to eat. It was a cold day. Colder then it had been. The burger and fries felt warm in our stomachs. We sat there for an hour or so laughing, talking and eating. Having such a great time we hadn’t noticed that just outside it had started to snow. Living in Portland, it was a rare thing for us to see snow, so when we did get a little bit, it was exciting. Walking outside, we quickly realized that we were NOT dressed for snow. Shivering and getting wetter and wetter with every step we made the journey to Taylor’s house. She lives about 5 blocks away from the diner, but still that walk felt long. When we finally reached her house, it took about 10 minutes for Grant and Kyle to call us frantically wanting to go play in the snow. After exchanging sarcastic stares towards each other, Taylor and I walked into her room and changed into the appropriate snow attire. In the short time we had been home, the snow had covered the streets. Everywhere you looked was white. We walked outside, layered in warm clothes protecting us from the freezing cold. We walked to the middle of the street, leaving a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow. To me it felt as though I was ruining the flawlessness that had fallen. We looked at the sea of white. Nothing for miles either way down the road. Taylor throws herself to the ground to make her first snow angle. I take another glance down the street, only this time I see two dark figures walking towards us. From the look of it they were still a few blocks away, so I started balling up snow. I saw the tall burly silhouette of Grant, and the small slender Kyle walking at his side. Taylor and I scooped up an armful of snowballs and got ready to fire. Much to our surprise the boys were ready for us with armfuls of snowballs. It didn’t take long for us to run out of snowballs. We decided to pick up a few more people on our way to the park. We ran into Oly and went to this large warm house, and picked up Emily. We all walked, ran and slid our way to the park. Grant and Kyle had brought with them a couple of plastic sleds they bought after school, and Oly had a football. The park was the perfect place to play in the snow. It rested on a large, smooth, hill. There wasn’t many trees to run into, but still I watched as Grant fell off his sled a couple dozen times before deciding that standing wasn’t a good idea. Taylor took over his sled with Emily, Grant and Oly tossed the football back and forth throwing up as much snow as possible. I laughed at my friends falling and slipping all over the place. Looking around I spotted the small preschool that laid in the middle of the park. I walked around the corner and found a large patch of untouched snow. Using a stick and the over-sized snow boots I found in Taylor’s closet, I drew a few designs on the ground. Focusing on my slushy art and the satisfying sound of my friend’s laughter, I was surprised to feel two arms wrap around me. I turned around to see the amazing blue eyes staring back at me. My heart jumped, at the happy surprise and I smiled looking down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. I felt his arms tighten around me, and I rested my head on his surprisingly warm shoulders. When we reached the end of our embrace, he stopped for a brief moment and pecked my cheek. My face got hot, and my numb smile got bigger. I had never blushed before I met him. Still laughing hysterically and occasionally falling, we all decided that this snow day would not be complete without eggnog. We didn’t know it at the time, but that would be a tradition that would carry us throughout our entire friendships. We all made our way to the Seven-eleven just down the street from the diner. When we arrived there, Emily and Grant went into the store to get the eggnog, while the rest of us went into the warm diner and took a seat at our usual booth. Taylor and Oly went to the counter to order something warm to eat. I stripped the wet layers off my body, leaving me in a tee shirt and jeans, that were covered by the now dripping wet snow pants. The diner was completely empty, except for us, so I hung my wet snow pants, sweatshirt, jacket and gloves on the chairs by the table next to ours. I took my seat next to Kyle just as Emily and Grant were walking in. Shivering, wet and red, we all sat in that booth laughing and sipping eggnog, talking about the amazing day. Kyle and I listened to my ipod, mouthing the words to our favorite songs and every now and then looking up to smile at each other. Somewhere in the time I was getting lost in the music, it was decided that we should all go back to Emily’s house to watch movies and warm up with hot co-co. Emily’s house was huge. We walked through the front door into a small hallway. We all took off our wet layers and snow boots before going to the stairs. There was two sets of stairs, one lead up to the main house, and the other lead down to the guest rooms and the second living room. Emily told us to go down while her and Taylor got the hot co-co. The rest of us walked into the second living room where we saw two soft leather couches, a big screen tv surrounded by game systems, dvd/vcr and blueray players, and a tall self full of movies and games. Grant and Oly plopped themselves down on the larger of the two couches while Kyle and I now listening to his ipod took our place on the loveseat. Emily and Taylor came down with the warm mugs just as Grant and Oly were setting up to play the movie. Kyle was finishing showing me this song by his favorite band. “you are so beautiful, you are the kind of girl, that has the chemicals, that makes me fall in love.” The words continue to dance in my head. The movie started and our friends though not silent, were the quietest they had been all day. Kyle put his ipod back into his pocket and in one swift motion grabbed my hand in his. My heart jumped again, and I laced my fingers with his. To this day I couldn’t tell you what movie we watched. My every thought was focused on his hand in mine. Halfway though the movie, Kyle got up and walked out of the room. After 15 minutes curiosity got the best of me and I walked out after him. I looked around the corner thinking he might just have gone to the bathroom. I turned the corner and saw him standing there, leaning against the wall. Me: Why are you out here? Kyle: I wanted to se if you’d follow me.

I didn’t know what to say after that, luckily I didn’t need to. That moment he reached out and put his hands on my waist to pull me forward. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. He leaned in and pressed his soft lips against mine. He held me tighter and I prayed he wouldn’t let go. As he pulled his lips away his hands traveled up my back, and my head dropped to his shoulder. We held on to each other tightly, almost like we were afraid to let go. I loosened my grip on him, and lifted my head to look at him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I smiled at him. He brushed my cheek softly with his hand and my eyes never left his. He pulled me in again and kissed me softer this time. He walked back in to the room, and I walked to the bathroom my head reeling. I run the cold water over my shaking hands and splash a few drops on my face. I look at myself in the mirror, and I realized I was still smiling. My mind continued to replay a scene of what just happened over and over again in my head. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub trying to keep my head from spinning anymore. Once I had pulled myself together I made my way back into the room. I was greeted by Kyle’s smile. I took my seat next to him. He grabbed my hand and I rested my head on his shoulders. We watched a few more movies that night, Kyle and I exchanged a few more secret kissed careful not to let anyone see us. Then as the night went on and the last movie played, our breathing patterns were in sync and we both drifted off to sleep. We all woke up laughing at the fact that we had fallen asleep in the first place. Looking outside we quickly realized that the snow had never stopped. Emily turned on the news and went upstairs to get something for breakfast. Half awake I kept my head on Kyle’s chest, listening to his heart beat, slowly at first then it started to race. I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder and tighten his arms around me. I sat up and looked towards the tv. The weather alert system was letting everyone know that we were now in a snow storm that was showing now signs of stopping in the next week. They were encouraging people to stay inside. Busses weren’t running and the roads were covered in ice and snow. I lived on the other side of town, so in other words we were snowed in. After tripping and slipping and a lot of walking uphill, Taylor and I made it back to her house. I put on warm, dry socks and flannel pajama bottoms and a black tank top and draped a soft blanket over my shoulders. Taylor changed into her comfy clothes too and we both took a place to get comfortable in her living room. She called Ian and told him all about our wonderful snow adventure. I started a text explaining to Andrew why I wouldn’t be home for a week, when an incoming text interrupted.

Kyle: I had fun yesterday. J I smiled.

Me: So did I. J

Kyle: When can I see you again?

Me: You Just saw mw an hour ago…

Kyle: That didn’t answer my question.

Me: Um, I guess whenever you want I’m just at Taylor’s

Kyle: I’ll see you soon :D

The Snow lasted all of winter break. Two weeks Kyle and I never went a full day without seeing each other. We would spend our days hanging out with friends, sneaking off now and then for our secret make out sessions. At night we would stay up most the night texting and emailing as always. Then the snow melted away and it was time for me to go home. I walked into Andrew’s empty house as if it were a different country. I had been living with him for a while now, but that day it felt like a strangers home. I walked into our room and changed into something clean. I was starting a load of laundry when I heard him walking through the front door. My was pounding, not in a good way, it hurt. He walked in the room and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, holding me tighter. It felt so wrong. Before I could stop it I started to cry. The tears poured and my breathing was shallow. My chest hurt more and more with every stabbing beat of my heart. It took a minute before he realized I was in tears. He turned me around to face him, but looking at him just made it worse. What have I done? I had never cheated or even thought about cheating on anyone before, why did I do this? How could I tell him what happened?

Andrew: Baby? Baby, what’s wrong?

I couldn’t say anything. I cheated on him, if he knew it would kill him. I told him I needed to lay down for a while. He helped me to the bedroom then left me alone with my thoughts. I thought about everything, the years I’ve spent with him, how we had always been together, how he took me in with my home life got rough, how he was always there to save me. Then I thought about the past few months with Kyle. I thought about how amazing I felt when I was with him, how he made me smile, our first kiss. Then my stomach turned when I realized that, even though I cheated on Andrew, I felt no guilt. I didn’t regret a single thing. That made me hate myself. Andrew didn’t deserve this. I needed to tell him and deal with the consequences. I tore out a piece of paper from my notebook and I wrote an apology. I told him about kissing Kyle. I told him I was sorry. Then I folded up the note and walked out of the bedroom. I placed the note on top of his laptop and creped my way out the front door. I walked a block to the grocery store, and bought a beagle and a hot cup of coffee to keep my hands warm. I circled the neighborhood a few times before making the decision to go to the park. It wasn’t raining but it was wet and very cold. I walked through the park slowly. I couldn’t tell how much time had pasted since I made sure to leave my phone at home. Finally I made my way back to the house. I stopped and gotten some food to use as an excuse for leaving. I walked into the dimly lighted living room carrying the hot take out. Andrew was sitting at the table with his laptop, he looked up and smiled when I came in. I placed the food in the kitchen and walked into the bedroom. I took off my coat and placed it in the closet. When I turned around I saw a note on my mirror.

Your silly. You were forgiven before I started to read this note.

I didn’t know what to think. I was confused…..I was mad. I stormed into the living room with the note in my hand. I stood in front of Andrew, holding the note up. I was breathing heavily, and I was ready to yell. But I didn’t have anything to say. I had no right to be mad.

Andrew: You okay? Me: No, I’m not okay! You forgive me? Why? I cheated on you! I kissed another boy! And you just forgive me? Can’t you just yell at me or something?

I didn’t know why I was yelling. I didn’t know why I was so angry. He looked at me confused.

Andrew: No. I’m not going to yell at you. I do forgive you. Lets just forget this whole thing, okay?

I looked away and sat down. I was still overwhelmed with emotion. He didn’t care. Why doesn’t he care? I kissed someone else. I cheated. And just like that I was forgiven. That was the last time we talked about it. Andrew and I were planning a trip with his family to San Francisco for the rest of January. We were a few days from leaving, and things were calm. Everything was ready, we had our train tickets and Almost everything packed and ready to go. I was fitting the last of our clothes into our suitcases, when my phone rang.

Me: Hello?

Taylor: Have you heard from Kyle?

Me: No, why?

Taylor: Fiona and him broke up.

Me: What? Why?

Taylor: I don’t know. He won’t talk about it.

Me: Oh my god. I’ll try talking to him later.

Taylor: Okay well have fun on your trip.

Me: Thanks.

I hung up the phone, and took a seat on the bed. I thought about calling Kyle but I had a feeling that it might not have been a good idea. There was a small part of me that thought that this might have been my fault. If it was, I’d be the last person he wanted to talk to. So I didn’t call him. Everything was ready. Our train was leaving in the morning, Andrew had gone to bed early. I logged on to my email. I hadn’t checked it in a while. The first name to pop up was Kyle’s. I felt a strange feeling of relief came over me.

Fiona cheated. She slept with someone else. We broke up.

My reply: Kyle I’m so sorry this happened to you. You deserve better then that.

Kyle: No I don’t. We cheated. I’m not better then she is.

Me: That’s not true. We kissed yes, but she slept with someone else. That’s a huge violation of trust. Given us sneaking around and kissing like that wasn’t right but it wasn’t THAT bad either. Especially because we didn’t do it just to hurt her or Andrew.

Kyle: Why did we do it?

Me: I guess I can’t speak for you, but I didn’t because I love you. I couldn’t help it I guess.

Kyle: You love me?

Oh God. I didn’t mean to say it. I meant it. I did, but to say it to him, right after he got dumped.

Me: Yeah….I do.

I couldn’t wait for his response. I wasn’t ready for it. I logged off and turned off the laptop. I sat in silence for a long time. I can’t believe I told him I loved him. I didn’t know where to go from there. I snuck quietly into the bed room and got into bed. I thought about everything. I knew I meant what I said, but I had no right to say it. I love him, I love him. I repeated it over and over in my head. The more I thought it the more true it became. Then I realized, I’m scared to death.


Submitted: April 07, 2011

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