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Andrew sighed, a heavy and saddening one. It made me upset just to hear it.
Ollie, Im sorry, but I dont think things are going to work out between us. Maybe it would be better if we just .. separated. He dropped the bomb that broke my heart in two. Ollie?
I sat there in silent horror, tears collecting in my eyes and falling down my cheeks. I swallowed a rising lump in my throat and stood. Have a nice life, Andrew William Carver. I walked off, meaning to stomp but I just couldnt get enough gusto up for it. I jumped into my car and shoved my keys into the ignition. I stepped on the gas.
Tears fell down my cheeks rapidly, and I choked up, the road growing blurry. I didnt see the stop sign ahead of me, and almost made it through, but just then a car hit me. I careened forward into the windshield, then sank down as the shock and pain set in. I closed my eyes and was overtaken in darkness.
Hours later, I opened my eyes to find myself in a clean hospital room. I looked around through slitted eyes, not moving my head. I saw a figure beside my bed, and knew that whoever it was was holding my hand, but I couldnt feel it. In fact, I couldnt feel anything. I opened my eyes more and saw that it was Andrew.
I broke down. He quieted me and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked at myself, and miraculously nothing was broken. Just bandages everywhere. I pursed my lips and fell asleep again. Andrew left sometime soon after that.
The next few days were a blur as I got better and went home. My dad knew that the entire thing was an accident but nonetheless took the car away from me for awhile. I slowly began to feel like my normal self, and my friends took me out on several occasions. However, whenever I saw someone who looked even the least bit like Andrew, I ran out of the room. I just couldnt take it.
One day that summer, I was at the beach with my friends Maddie and Emily. I had been tanning, and when I got up to get something out of my bag, thats when I saw him. Aaron Jesse Mason. The hottest guy EVER in the history of mankind. I thought about the significance of that word. He was a man, and he was certainly kind. But then again, he was an A-crowder. You know, one of those kids whose fathers are unbelievably rich and their mother bakes cookies all day. That kind. Off-limits to me, of course, even though I was a fellow A-crowder.
Aaron came over to me. Hey Ollie.
I managed to squeak, Hi.
Im sorry about the accident.
No, no its okay, I stumbled over my words.
So, um, what are you doing Friday night?
Nothing . I stuttered.
I was thinking maybe we could go out?
I nodded and smiled. That would be nice.
So Ill pick you up at 8? he asked, sort of tentatively. I liked that.
Sure. I gave him my address and sent him off with a smile. Maybe this would work after all.
The entire afternoon on Friday was spent prepping. Preparing for a wonderful night with Aaron Mason. Maddie and Emily came over with their kits. Date kits. They have those. Weird, right?
When it came time for 8 P.M., I was ready. My hair was down, and curled to the point of perfection. Not a single strand was out of place. I didnt need much makeup, but the small amount I did have was just enough. I loved what my friends had done to me and for me.
At precisely 8:06 P.M. (not that anyone was watching), the doorbell rang. I hustled to the door and opened it coolly, looking for the most part relaxed. Hi Aaron.
Aaron whistled, very politely, but I could tell he was impressed. Wow, Ollie. You look stunning. He took my hands into his and we looked into each others eyes. I loved the bright yet calming blue of his eyes.
My father walked up behind me and said, Hello, Aaron.
Good evening, Mr. Sands.
Treat my Olivia well, Aaron, my father said in a gruff voice. He wanted to sound like the mean old grumpy weasel he claims he is, but he couldnt help but keep that certain sparkle out of his eyes.
I will do so, sir, Aaron said with a nod.
My father smiled and clapped me on the back, walking back into his study to do whatever busy dads do. I walked outside, pulling the door shut gently behind me, and letting Aaron pull me down the front path to his car. He helped me in, then circled around to the drivers side.
First he drove me to a really gorgeous Italian restaurant with Italian-speaking waiters and waitresses. I was not very surprised when Aaron rolled off all this Italian, for I knew he was Italian. He ordered us some spaghetti with tomato sauce, and the chefs special was olives on top. It was delicious. We shared a few laughs as we wiped the sauce from each others chins.
Aaron pulled out his wallet and paid the waiter when the bill came. I smiled graciously and we walked out together. Aaron grinned at me in the car and accelerated, zooming through all the green lights. He stopped at the beach and we walked out onto the sand, the water licking at our ankles as the sun set. Oranges, reds and yellows splattered across the sky. It took my breath away, it was so beautiful.
We stopped at the other end of the beach in a quiet part of town. Everything was quiet, except for the splashing of the water and the screaming of the gulls, but eventually they quieted down. We sat in the sand, next to each other.
For a few moments we just sat there, admiring the gorgeous sunset. All of a sudden, I felt Aarons hand reaching for mine. I was afraid I was going to silently freak out, but I stayed amazingly calm. Our hands touched and we turned to face each other.
He smiled, and I smiled. Then, he said the three most trusting words you can say to someone.
I love you.
The next few weeks were pure bliss. Aaron and I shared our first kiss and were soon known as a couple. When I looked into his eyes, there was something that was so trusting, and so caring. There was something in his eyes that made me want to never look away. His gaze was amazing. One shy glance and you couldnt help but love him.
One morning I woke up, and everything was still dark. I couldnt understand it, it was almost 10 A.M. I got up from my bed and opened the curtains, only to find a thunderstorm behind those new windows of mine. I groaned and walked downstairs, still in my pajamas. My mom had left some cereal bars for Dad and I. I grabbed one and sat down at the kitchen table, looking at the news. I figured Dad was off somewhere doing something important.
The daily headlines were to be expected. Thunderstorms on Sunday. Darnit, I thought. My eyes scanned over the headlines quickly, not really caring about them but still reading them. Finally I stood up from the table and walked into the living room. I was still somewhat sleepy but I decided to watch some T.V.
I found the remote in the rack by the la-z-boy and turned the T.V. on. I surfed for a few minutes and played the Blah Blah game. Its where you leave it on one channel for a few words, then change the channel again, keep it there for a few words, and repeat. Things get very silly. Soon I was in hysterics. Its hard not to laugh when youre doing the Blah Blah game.
I got bored with playing the Blah Blah game, so I shut the T.V. off and decided Id go outside and swim in our backyard pool. I walked upstairs to change into my swimsuit. I chose the blue one with the green and orange spots. I figured the weather had turned around fast, from a thunderstorm to a nice sunny day. Strange, but I wanted to swim.
As I swam I marveled at the simple beauty of today. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and I was happy. The blue of the sky was too beautiful to describe, and I felt lost in it. I thanked God for such a beautiful day to swim.
I had been born and raised in a Christian family. Baptized at two months of age and saved at 7. I love going to church oh so much!
I swam for hours. When my mom got home she called me in to get ready for dinner. I covered the pool, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked upstairs to shower and get dressed. Tonight Pastor Harpeth and his wife were coming for dinner.
I ran my fingers through my hair as the shower water trickled over me, warm and gentle. I shampooed my hair, then squirted some conditioner into my palm, rubbing it into my hair. I stood there for a moment, letting the water run down the drain. I turned the water off finally and wrapped my bathrobe around me, stepping out of the shower.
I did the things a girl usually does, you know, checked my teeth, brushed my hair, et cetera, et cetera. I plugged in the hair dryer and fluffed up my hair. Soon it was exactly the way I wanted it. I smiled at myself in the mirror, checked myself over, and walked into my bedroom to dress.
Several minutes later, I walked downstairs, and just in time. Just as I was passing the front door, the bell rang. I put on my happy pleasant face and opened the door. There, standing on my front step, was my little sister, Elizabeth.
Bethy, whats wrong? I asked, taking in her ripped clothes and bloody knee.
I fell out of a tree, she blubbered.
I wanted to hug her but it would have ruined my clothes, so I took her upstairs and told her to take a shower and get dressed real nice, assuring her that I would put a band aid on her knee as soon as she was done.
To continue or not to continue? Tell me what you think.
Kaylee
Ollie, Im sorry, but I dont think things are going to work out between us. Maybe it would be better if we just .. separated. He dropped the bomb that broke my heart in two. Ollie?
I sat there in silent horror, tears collecting in my eyes and falling down my cheeks. I swallowed a rising lump in my throat and stood. Have a nice life, Andrew William Carver. I walked off, meaning to stomp but I just couldnt get enough gusto up for it. I jumped into my car and shoved my keys into the ignition. I stepped on the gas.
Tears fell down my cheeks rapidly, and I choked up, the road growing blurry. I didnt see the stop sign ahead of me, and almost made it through, but just then a car hit me. I careened forward into the windshield, then sank down as the shock and pain set in. I closed my eyes and was overtaken in darkness.
Hours later, I opened my eyes to find myself in a clean hospital room. I looked around through slitted eyes, not moving my head. I saw a figure beside my bed, and knew that whoever it was was holding my hand, but I couldnt feel it. In fact, I couldnt feel anything. I opened my eyes more and saw that it was Andrew.
I broke down. He quieted me and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked at myself, and miraculously nothing was broken. Just bandages everywhere. I pursed my lips and fell asleep again. Andrew left sometime soon after that.
The next few days were a blur as I got better and went home. My dad knew that the entire thing was an accident but nonetheless took the car away from me for awhile. I slowly began to feel like my normal self, and my friends took me out on several occasions. However, whenever I saw someone who looked even the least bit like Andrew, I ran out of the room. I just couldnt take it.
One day that summer, I was at the beach with my friends Maddie and Emily. I had been tanning, and when I got up to get something out of my bag, thats when I saw him. Aaron Jesse Mason. The hottest guy EVER in the history of mankind. I thought about the significance of that word. He was a man, and he was certainly kind. But then again, he was an A-crowder. You know, one of those kids whose fathers are unbelievably rich and their mother bakes cookies all day. That kind. Off-limits to me, of course, even though I was a fellow A-crowder.
Aaron came over to me. Hey Ollie.
I managed to squeak, Hi.
Im sorry about the accident.
No, no its okay, I stumbled over my words.
So, um, what are you doing Friday night?
Nothing . I stuttered.
I was thinking maybe we could go out?
I nodded and smiled. That would be nice.
So Ill pick you up at 8? he asked, sort of tentatively. I liked that.
Sure. I gave him my address and sent him off with a smile. Maybe this would work after all.
The entire afternoon on Friday was spent prepping. Preparing for a wonderful night with Aaron Mason. Maddie and Emily came over with their kits. Date kits. They have those. Weird, right?
When it came time for 8 P.M., I was ready. My hair was down, and curled to the point of perfection. Not a single strand was out of place. I didnt need much makeup, but the small amount I did have was just enough. I loved what my friends had done to me and for me.
At precisely 8:06 P.M. (not that anyone was watching), the doorbell rang. I hustled to the door and opened it coolly, looking for the most part relaxed. Hi Aaron.
Aaron whistled, very politely, but I could tell he was impressed. Wow, Ollie. You look stunning. He took my hands into his and we looked into each others eyes. I loved the bright yet calming blue of his eyes.
My father walked up behind me and said, Hello, Aaron.
Good evening, Mr. Sands.
Treat my Olivia well, Aaron, my father said in a gruff voice. He wanted to sound like the mean old grumpy weasel he claims he is, but he couldnt help but keep that certain sparkle out of his eyes.
I will do so, sir, Aaron said with a nod.
My father smiled and clapped me on the back, walking back into his study to do whatever busy dads do. I walked outside, pulling the door shut gently behind me, and letting Aaron pull me down the front path to his car. He helped me in, then circled around to the drivers side.
First he drove me to a really gorgeous Italian restaurant with Italian-speaking waiters and waitresses. I was not very surprised when Aaron rolled off all this Italian, for I knew he was Italian. He ordered us some spaghetti with tomato sauce, and the chefs special was olives on top. It was delicious. We shared a few laughs as we wiped the sauce from each others chins.
Aaron pulled out his wallet and paid the waiter when the bill came. I smiled graciously and we walked out together. Aaron grinned at me in the car and accelerated, zooming through all the green lights. He stopped at the beach and we walked out onto the sand, the water licking at our ankles as the sun set. Oranges, reds and yellows splattered across the sky. It took my breath away, it was so beautiful.
We stopped at the other end of the beach in a quiet part of town. Everything was quiet, except for the splashing of the water and the screaming of the gulls, but eventually they quieted down. We sat in the sand, next to each other.
For a few moments we just sat there, admiring the gorgeous sunset. All of a sudden, I felt Aarons hand reaching for mine. I was afraid I was going to silently freak out, but I stayed amazingly calm. Our hands touched and we turned to face each other.
He smiled, and I smiled. Then, he said the three most trusting words you can say to someone.
I love you.
The next few weeks were pure bliss. Aaron and I shared our first kiss and were soon known as a couple. When I looked into his eyes, there was something that was so trusting, and so caring. There was something in his eyes that made me want to never look away. His gaze was amazing. One shy glance and you couldnt help but love him.
One morning I woke up, and everything was still dark. I couldnt understand it, it was almost 10 A.M. I got up from my bed and opened the curtains, only to find a thunderstorm behind those new windows of mine. I groaned and walked downstairs, still in my pajamas. My mom had left some cereal bars for Dad and I. I grabbed one and sat down at the kitchen table, looking at the news. I figured Dad was off somewhere doing something important.
The daily headlines were to be expected. Thunderstorms on Sunday. Darnit, I thought. My eyes scanned over the headlines quickly, not really caring about them but still reading them. Finally I stood up from the table and walked into the living room. I was still somewhat sleepy but I decided to watch some T.V.
I found the remote in the rack by the la-z-boy and turned the T.V. on. I surfed for a few minutes and played the Blah Blah game. Its where you leave it on one channel for a few words, then change the channel again, keep it there for a few words, and repeat. Things get very silly. Soon I was in hysterics. Its hard not to laugh when youre doing the Blah Blah game.
I got bored with playing the Blah Blah game, so I shut the T.V. off and decided Id go outside and swim in our backyard pool. I walked upstairs to change into my swimsuit. I chose the blue one with the green and orange spots. I figured the weather had turned around fast, from a thunderstorm to a nice sunny day. Strange, but I wanted to swim.
As I swam I marveled at the simple beauty of today. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and I was happy. The blue of the sky was too beautiful to describe, and I felt lost in it. I thanked God for such a beautiful day to swim.
I had been born and raised in a Christian family. Baptized at two months of age and saved at 7. I love going to church oh so much!
I swam for hours. When my mom got home she called me in to get ready for dinner. I covered the pool, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked upstairs to shower and get dressed. Tonight Pastor Harpeth and his wife were coming for dinner.
I ran my fingers through my hair as the shower water trickled over me, warm and gentle. I shampooed my hair, then squirted some conditioner into my palm, rubbing it into my hair. I stood there for a moment, letting the water run down the drain. I turned the water off finally and wrapped my bathrobe around me, stepping out of the shower.
I did the things a girl usually does, you know, checked my teeth, brushed my hair, et cetera, et cetera. I plugged in the hair dryer and fluffed up my hair. Soon it was exactly the way I wanted it. I smiled at myself in the mirror, checked myself over, and walked into my bedroom to dress.
Several minutes later, I walked downstairs, and just in time. Just as I was passing the front door, the bell rang. I put on my happy pleasant face and opened the door. There, standing on my front step, was my little sister, Elizabeth.
Bethy, whats wrong? I asked, taking in her ripped clothes and bloody knee.
I fell out of a tree, she blubbered.
I wanted to hug her but it would have ruined my clothes, so I took her upstairs and told her to take a shower and get dressed real nice, assuring her that I would put a band aid on her knee as soon as she was done.
To continue or not to continue? Tell me what you think.
Kaylee
