Separation is never the answer.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lori Baynes is an ordinary seventeen
year old girl who lives with her parents in
the posh side of town. Her boyfriend Corey Patterson
decides that they shouldn’t see each other anymore.
After breaking into tears, Lori finds someone who
understands her and makes her feel special.
Follow her through her up’s and down’s
and you shall see her very own
happily ever after.

Submitted: June 20, 2008

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Submitted: June 20, 2008



How can you describe something that you can’t see? It’s like, you want to tell someone, but there is just no way of truly showing them that it is there or that it exists. It’s like when you really like someone who isn’t very physically appealing, there is just no way of showing why you like them, because it’s not clear and straight forward. I’d love to be able to show what I feel, but because no one except I can see it, it’s not possible for others to believe. My boyfriend doesn’t even understand, and he is meant to be the one that I can go to, the one that is supposed to understand me and how I feel. Maybe it’s just that Corey and I aren’t meant to be. Maybe that is the reason as to why he doesn’t understand.
Sitting in English class, my friends are on either side of me and Corey is sitting at the table in front. What are the chances of having my best friends Tiana and Cassie in the same class or having my boyfriend in here too? 
“Hey Lori, do you get the whole personification thing?” Corey asked as he turned around.
“Yeah, it’s really simple.”
“Well, it’s a figure of speech in which inanimate objects or abstractions are endowed with human qualities or are represented as possessing human form.”
“In English would be good…”
“Basically giving human traits to things that aren’t human.”
“Ohh, like saying the sun smiled at me?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Awesome. This crap ain’t that hard.”
“It’s not crap Corey, you use personification all the time.”
“Don’t you dare start on that whole English is useful thing.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Lori, I’ve been thinking…”
I thought to myself that that can’t be good. Usually when people say that or something similar, they walk away hurt or in disbelief of the situation that had just occurred.
“What’s the matter Corey? Did I do something wrong?” I ask him.
“No, it’s just that, you know, I’ve been thinking lately that maybe we should…”
“No talking Mr Patterson.” Miss Jones said in that prison warden voice of hers.
I have always wondered if she used to work at a prison, it wouldn’t surprise me. She’s like 40 and isn’t married, and I doubt that she has ever had a boyfriend… or maybe a girlfriend, if she swings that way that is. It’s kinda freaky in the way that her black hair with one streak of grey is always tied back in a bun so hard that it seems to pull the skin on her face back. Maybe that’s her way of removing wrinkles, I’m not sure, it could work. Her nose is so long and pointy. I bet that if she were to drag it down the blackboard it would make a sound, like when you do the same to your nails. I have no idea as to why she teaches, since she isn’t a fan of kids, let alone teenagers…
“Miss Baynes, pay attention. I asked you what the purpose of an adjective is.”
“Oh sorry. The purpose of an adjective is to describe a noun, like the old man or the confused child.”
“Very good Miss Baynes, now get on with your work.” She replied in a cruel tone.
“Yes Miss Jones.”
I continued with my work. Still the thoughts of Miss Jones passed through my mind, along with the thoughts of what the ending to Corey’s sentence would be.
“Lori, I was trying to say that…”
“Mr Patterson, if I hear another peep out of you then you’ll be on detention at lunch time.”
“That’s it Mr Patterson, get out of my class!”
Corey got up and walked out. I was longing to know what he was going to tell me. I want to know everything that he has to tell me, but it’s not that easy to ask. It’s like you’re telling someone to confess everything for no reason… I don’t want to do that, especially to my boyfriend.
The bell rang and I went to get my lunch from the canteen. The line was long and some people were only there to converse with each other, I can’t stand that.
“Lori!” Corey called.
“Listen, I have to tell you that…”
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“I said that I think we should…”
Everyone seemed to suddenly fall silent.
“I said that I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore!” He shouted.
Everyone just stopped and stared at me. Not one person spoke, but they all looked as if they had a million words to say.
“How could you do this to me in front of the whole school?” I asked him.
“I…” He began.
“Don’t, just don’t.” I said as I ran off.
I wasn’t sure where to go because no matter where my legs took me, people would know about the events that had just occurred. I saw people turn to me as I ran, not one of them spoke. I could no longer run, but I just had to find somewhere to be alone. I walked, and as I did I could hear people whispering about me and Corey. I have no idea how word of our break up could spread so fast in such a large school, but it managed to circulate around to everyone, and I mean everyone. Even the nerd that no one speaks to knew. I have no clue as to how he could have found out, but somehow he did. Finally I stopped. I fell to my knees and began to cry. I wasn’t sure of what else I could do in a situation like this.
My tears were warm as they trickled down my cheeks. They hit the ground and seemed to pool in the shape of a C. Even my tears wanted me not to forget the event.
Why didn’t I see this coming? I have been thinking about how he didn’t understand me for a while now, but the thought of us breaking up never occurred to me. I thought of every possible circumstance that our relationship could result in, but not us breaking up. I forgot about something that simple. I could not be more stupid.
“Are you ok?” An unfamiliar voice asked me.
“I’m fine…”
“No you’re not.”
“I know.”
“That guy doesn’t seem worth all the tears.” He said to me.
I looked up at his face, it was deep with concern and compassion. He seemed young, only 16 or 17 I guess. He had sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous, shining blonde hair. He wiped away my tears with his finger and looked into my eyes.
“Any guy who makes you cry is not worth your attention.” He said to me.
“You’re very sweet, in a creepy sort of a way.”
“Thanks, I think.”
I couldn’t help but stare into those eyes of his. I think he was beginning to think that I was some kind of weirdly retarded stalker who was fixated on his face. He stood up and held out his hand, I took it and came to my feet.
“I’d love to stay and talk, but I have to go to work.” He told me.
“Thanks for this.” I said to him.
He began to walk away from me, but didn’t get very far.
“Do you think you might be able to let go of my hand?” He asked.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realise.”
He walked off and headed to the iron gates of the school’s fence.
There was only one period left in the day. I only had to make it through that and then I could go home and rest. I would be able to forget about Corey and school and the break up.
School ended and I began the walk home. I passed the houses made of brick and the ones made of concrete. I continued into the area in which had the walls of houses made of fibro panels. And then I reached my section of the town with the well built, two storey houses made of masonry. The streets in this area were well groomed and had small trees that acted like a boundary that separated the road from the pathway. Each property had a garden that was well tended to and blossoming with flowers and shrubbery. Some houses had vines that clung to the walls and others had window boxes that drew all your attention in their direction. Most of the families had pools in there backyards, along with a large shady tree that sheltered them from the hot summer sun.
I reached my house. The windows were clean and easy to see through. The garden had its grass well mowed and its flowers kept in beautiful condition. The brick path leading to the front door was spotless, not one leaf laid upon it. My mother’s car was parked neatly on the driveway, everything was perfect.
I entered the house and set my bag down on the floor.
“Good afternoon darling. How was your day?” My mother called to me from the kitchen.
“Hi mum. It was fine. Everything is fine.”
I shouldn’t have lied to her, but it was necessary. The last thing she needs right now is me putting all my problems onto her.
I decided to go for a swim so that I could gather my thoughts. Swimming always seems to help me when I have had a problem or when I’ve been upset.
I headed out to the backyard.
“Sweetie pie, there is a boy out there attending to the garden. He will come three times a week, so don’t be alarmed if he is out there frequently.” My mother said as I left the house.
I made my way over to the pool. I looked up and saw the new gardener. I was shocked to find that it was the guy from school, the same one that had wiped away my tears.
“What are you doing here?” I stupidly asked him.
“I thought that was quite obvious.” He replied.
“Sorry, blonde moment.”
“You’re not blonde.” He said.
“Yeah, I know. But I wish I was, then I would have an excuse… not that you’re blonde, I mean you are but not in a stupid way, I mean um… I’ll shut up.”
He laughed at me and turned back to what he was doing.
“So you live here?” He asked me.
“No not at all, I just come into strangers backyards and swim in their pools all the time.”
Again he laughed at me, which in turn made me laugh too.
“If I had of known that you lived here I would have told you that your mum had employed me.”
“Don’t worry about it, I like to be surprised.” I replied.
I dived into the pool and began to swim laps. Occasionally I stopped to talk to him, but not for long. I had to keep focused on swimming.
As I swam I thought to myself about the events of that day. I kept having that exact moment play over and over again in my mind. Then I realised that I hadn’t asked that guy something really important, what his name was. I came up for air and saw that he was close by the pool pulling at some weeds. I swam over to him. As I got close a smile appeared on his face.
“I knew you’d be back.” He said.
“Yeah, I had to come up for air eventually. Can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Well can I ask you something else then?”
“You did that too.”
“Come on.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Your name.”
“Why would you want to know something as insignificant as that?” He asked me.
“Because, if you are going to be working here then it would help if I knew your name. I can’t just keep calling you boy or guy or gardener.”
“Why not, it sounds like fun.”
“Please tell me.”
“Ok, fine. My name is…”
“Darling, Corey is on the phone!” Mum shouted from the back door.
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
“What should I tell him then sweetie?”
“Exactly that, I don’t want to talk to him.”
She walked  back inside.
“So, tell me your name.”
“Nah, I don’t think I will.”
“That’s it!” I said.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the pool. He swam to the surface and looked at me. Nothing was said, but yet I could tell exactly what he was thinking.
“Oh crap…” I said.
I attempted to swim away, but he caught me and pushed me under the water, then he began to swim away. I splashed him and he disappeared under the surface. I looked for him, but I couldn’t see where he was. Then I felt someone grab my waist. He picked me up and threw me a little way forward. We began to splash each other again. Just as the fun started my mother walked out.
“What are you two doing?” She asked, a shocked look on her face.
“Um…nothing.” I said.
“Did you fall in?” She asked him.
“Not exactly.” He said.
“I’ll fetch you a towel.” She said as she headed inside.
“So, tell me your name. I want to know.”
“Here we are then.” My mother announced as she came back with a towel. “Hop out of there and come inside, you too darling.”
We both got out and went in.
I went upstairs and into my room so I could change. I hadn’t realised how late it was until I looked at the clock on my wall. 5pm, I could have sworn that it was earlier.
I changed and headed back downstairs and into the lounge room. I saw him sitting on the lounge, he was wearing my dad’s robe and had a towel over his shoulders.
“Where are your clothes?” I asked him.
“Your mum put them in the dryer for me.”
“So now will you tell me your name?”
“My name is Noah.” He replied.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” I said.
“What’s your name?”
“Nice and simple. I like it.”
We stared into each others eyes. We both seemed to want to kiss, but it was like something was holding us back. Maybe it was the fact that he was sitting there almost nude or that my mother seemed to pop her head in every time something was about to happen. I’m not sure what it was, but I knew that we both wanted the same thing. He gave into temptation and began to lean in to kiss me, I did the same. Just as we were about to kiss my father came through the front door. We quickly turned away from each other.
“Hello Lori.” My father said.
“Hi dad.”
“What is that boy doing wearing my robe?”
“Um, he fell into the pool. Mum is drying his clothes.”
“Oh, that’s ok then.”
It got late and Noah had to go. I walked him to the door and said goodbye. I pushed the door shut behind him and headed for the stairs. No sooner I had reached the stairs the doorbell rang.
“Noah, what are you doing back?” I asked.
“I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date with me. I know you just broke up with Corey, but I was hoping that… you know what, that’s a stupid idea. I’ll just go. Sorry for wasting your time.”
“Noah, I’d like to go out with you.”
“What?” He asked.
“I said that I would like to go out with you.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Cool, how about tomorrow?”
“Awesome. Pick you up at seven?”
“Yep, cool. See you then.”
“Ok.” He replied.
The next day at school I did nothing but ignore Corey. Why did he have to be in every one of my classes that day? It was like torture. Miss Jones was wearing the same type of clothes as usual, brown knee length skirt, white blouse that was tucked in ever so neatly and this really disgusting jacket that matched her skirt. Her hair was tied back the same way as usual and her thick-framed glasses sat on the very tip of her nose. She lectured us about the use of English and how we need to respect it.
The day continued to go slow. I looked for Noah everywhere, but I couldn’t find him. I thought that he would want to sit with me since he had asked me out. Maybe he was shy, or maybe he only felt sorry for me. I really didn’t know.
The day ended and I arrived home. I only had few hours to get ready, I didn’t even know where we were going. I didn’t want to dress too formally, but at the same time I didn’t want to be underdressed for where ever it was. I couldn’t even call him to ask. Why didn’t I get is number? I can be so stupid sometimes.
I continued to look through my wardrobe for the perfect outfit to wear. In the end I decided just to wear my black skinny jeans, blue top with black straps that have diamantes on them, a thin black cardigan and my silver ballet flats. That way I would be well dressed no matter where we went.
I waited downstairs for Noah to come.
“You look very nice this evening Lori.” My mother said.
“Are you going out with Corey?” She asked.
“No, I’m going out with Noah.” I replied.
“Isn’t that our gardener?” She asked me.
“What does Corey have to say about this?”
“Nothing, we broke up.” I told her.
“What, why?”
“I don’t know, all he said was that we shouldn’t see each other anymore.”
“Then why did he call here yesterday?”
“I don’t know, we only broke up at lunch.” I said.
“Well isn’t it a bit soon to be dating someone else?”
“No. I want to go out with Noah.”
The doorbell rang and my dad answered it.
“Did we forget to give you a tip or something?” My dad asked him.
“Ah, no sir. I’m here to take…” His voice trailed off.
Noah saw me come into the room. His jaw dropped and he just stared at me.
“Hi Noah.” I said.
“Wow Lori, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Lori would you like to explain to me what is going on here?” My father asked me.
“I’m only going out with Noah, that’s all.”
“Well, um…Mr…” Dad began.
“Well Mr Hanson, have her back safely by 10pm sharp.”
“Ok Mr Baynes.” Noah said.
We left the house and got into his car. It was small and black, but it was still awesome. A thought crossed my mind, was he actually allowed to drive.
“Noah, how old are you?” I asked him.
“Eighteen. What about you?”
“I’m seventeen.” I replied.
“Year eleven, right?” He asked.
“Yeah. Year twelve?”
“Yep. Almost done with school.”
“Cool. Hey, where are we going anyway?”
“To see a movie.” He replied.
“But the movie theater is in the other direction.”
“I never said where we were going to see the movie.”
“Then where are we going exactly.”
“To the drive in.”
We talked and laughed while the movie was on. He has such an amazing laugh, it’s so infectious. We sat in the back seat and ate popcorn. It began to get cold so he put a blanket over us.
The movie ended at nine thirty. Noah began to drive me back home.
“So, did you like the movie Lori?” He asked.
“Yeah it was great.”
He pulled up out the front of my house and walked me to the door.
“Thanks for such a great time tonight.” I said.
“Yeah, no problem. Maybe we could do this again sometime.”
“I hope so, cause I had a lot of fun.”
“Yeah me too.”
We looked into each others eyes. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I held myself back.
“Well um I guess I’ll see you…”
Before I had a chance to finish my sentence he kissed me. I put my hand on his shoulder and he put his around my waist. I could feel him wanting to kiss me harder, but he didn’t, so I let him know that it was ok to do so by slowly slipping my tongue into his mouth. After about a minute he pulled away.
“I better let you go. I don’t want you to get into trouble from your father.” He said.
“Yeah, um…”
“I’ll see you on Sunday I guess.” He said.
“Yeah, Sunday. Goodnight Noah.”
“Night Lori.”
I went back into the house to find dad standing there with an unimpressed look on his face.
“You are not dating that boy ever again.” He said.
“Why not?”
“I saw what he was doing to you out there…”
“You were spying on me!”
“I did what I had to do to protect you!”
“I don’t need your protection!”
“You don’t know what you need!”
“I’m seventeen, I can look after myself!” I screamed at him.
“That Corey Patterson was a good boy! He would have never done that to you!”
“The only reason why you think Corey is such a good guy is because his family is rich! Noah may not be, but at least he cares about me!”
“Don’t you dare speak like that to me!” He screamed.
“I hate you! Stay out of my life!” I yelled.
I began to cry as I rushed up the stairs and into my room. All night I did nothing but cry. I wanted Noah to be here to make me feel better, just like he had done at school.
The next day my mother told me that Dad had fired Noah and that he had employed someone else to look after the garden. He had also started looking for a new school to send me to. I started to cry again. I felt so bad, I had lost Noah his job just because we kissed.
The months passed and my father kept saying that one day I would thank him for what he had done for me, but I knew that I would never do that. How could I thank my father for sending me to a catholic school or for taking me away from Noah or even for employing a gardener who is about 50 and knows nothing about plants.
The months turned into a year, I finished school and knew that I had to go and find Noah. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t. I’m an adult now, and I have the right to make my own decisions. I choose who I date, not my father. He only wants me to be with someone that will make him rich. I promised myself that I would never be with anyone else until I finished what I started with Noah. It is time to honor that promise.
I looked through my parents’ filing cabinet, and sure enough, just like I suspected, I found a file containing the contact details of our old gardener, Noah Hanson.
I found his address amongst the other details in which I had no use for. 28 Langley Crescent, that’s all I needed.
Later that day I drove out to his house, hoping that he still lived there.
When I arrived I saw that he lived in a small one storey house. It had a huge tree in the front yard and there were flowers everywhere. To my luck and surprise I saw his old rust bucket of a car parked on the driveway.
I walked to the door and rang the bell. An elderly woman answered, dressed in a warm robe with slippers on her feet. I suspected her to be his grandmother.
“Hello.” I said.
“Hello young lady. What can I do for you?” The woman asked.
“I was hoping to see Noah.”
“Oh, my grandson is actually in the shower at the moment, but you are welcome to come in and wait for him.”
“Thanks.” I replied.
She led me into a small room. It was well furnished with quaint little armchairs and oak coffee tables and there were fresh flowers everywhere in beautiful antique vases. Pictures sat upon the mantle and the TV was on playing an episode of The Golden Girls. The woman sat down in one of the chairs.
“His room is up the hallway there.” She said as she pointed to an archway in the corner. “Your welcome to go in there and wait for him.”
“Thank you.” I said as I headed up the hall.
I found his room easily as the door was open and I could see a Simple Plan poster on the wall. I remembered back to our first date when he was wearing a Simple Plan shirt and jeans. I remembered how his hair was messy and how he smelt of a strong cologne. I could feel his lips on mine again, even though he wasn’t there.
I went in and sat on the bed. I didn’t have to wait very long.
“Je-sus!” He screamed as he made sure his towel was around his waist properly.
“It’s nice to see you too Noah.” I said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and that kiss. I had to come and find you.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“I looked in my parents’ filing cabinet and found a folder that contained your details from when you were working for us. I was just hoping that you hadn’t moved.”
“It’s really good to see you again Lori.” He said. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, but I wasn’t going to go to your house incase it caused problems. I was hoping to see you at school, but I could never find you.”
“My dad made me go to catholic school.” I told him.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe. Things have been so hard. I hated not being able to see you.”
“Same here. Let me get dressed, then we can talk.” He said.
After he changed he came back into the room and sat on the bed with me.
“You know, they say, that if you can’t get someone out of your head, maybe they’re supposed to be there. I think that explains so much.” I said.
“Well, I have just one thing to say to you Lori.”
“And what’s that?”
“If I had to choose between loving you and breathing… then I would use my last breath to say that I love you.”
With that said we began to kiss each other. The kiss lasted for a while and not one of us wanted to let go.
That one year without him made me realise that to know how much you really need something, you have to go without it for a while to see it’s real value.
It took me a while to convince my father that Noah was a great guy, but it was worth it.
Almost two years later I received a proposal from Noah. We were so happy to be getting married it was just a matter of getting dad to be happy for us. As long as it took, it was worth it in the end. I realise now that dad was right, one day I would thank him, and that one day was today, the day of my wedding to Noah Hanson.
I may have shed many tears about Corey and my father, but they were all worth it. To see so many people smiling at my wedding, and to hear the minister say ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife.’ was worth all those tears.
My father gave a speech at my wedding, one that I shall never forget.

“We all gather here in this marquee today so that we can celebrate my daughter’s wedding to Noah Hanson. And I admit, when these two told me that they were going to get married, I was disappointed and ashamed of my daughter. But now that I have seen how happy these two are together I realise that I was stupid to be putting my wants ahead of my daughter’s. So today as we see these two people joining together as one, we have to remember that we aren’t loosing a daughter or grandson, but instead we are gaining someone who will make us very happy and proud. But more importantly, will make our children the happiest that they have ever been. And I just want you to know Lori, when I was walking you down that aisle I had never been so happy or so proud of you. And Noah, when we first met, you may have been just some boy that we hired to garden, but now you are some boy that I am proud to call my son. I hope that in the years to come, we will all grow closer as a family. So friends, please now raise your glasses in a toast to the new Mr and Mrs Hanson…”

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