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LOVER'S LANE
by Jaden Scott
EPILOGUE
JADEN'S POINT OF VIEW
I found an open space in the parking lot and eased my car into it. I was at a new restaurant that had just opened on the other side of town. It was called 'Buffalo Wild Wings', but Lane referred to it as 'BW3's'. I guess the restaurant chain had just recently undergone a name change.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon on a lazy Wednesday afternoon in late July. Lane and I had finished moving into our new house a little over two weeks ago. Nick and Kelly were living with us. From our house, it was only about a fifteen-minute drive to downtown Boston. It was an easy distance for Lane to get to school and we were close to our parents and other relatives.
Lane was working at his landscaping job today, so I had some time to myself. I was pumped because I had just sold an article to a highly respected and well-known publication. It was the second such free-lance article I had sold in as many weeks. Writing was my passion, and I was happy that I could make some money doing something I loved so much.
Today was an interesting and exciting day. I was going to start writing something, a much different project than the types of articles I had been doing recently. The idea for this project started with a suggestion Dr. Swatt made to me. We had lunch a few days ago to catch up with each other. It had only been a short time since I stopped seeing her, but I think we both missed each other. During that lunch, Dr. Swatt suggested I start writing a journal, and maybe chronicle the events that had happened to me during my life, especially this past year.
I entered the restaurant and found a booth in the far corner of the large dining room. I was happy because I was secluded and away from the main walkway. I barely had a chance to get seated before a waiter came by.
"Can I get you something to drink??" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'll take a lemonade." I replied automatically.
"Great. I'll be right back." He said.
Before the waiter had taken three steps away from me, I suddenly yelled out to him.
"Wait a minute!!" I shouted. The water turned back and looked at me.
"Yes??"
"Forget the lemonade. Get me a beer...a Bud Light." I said. I thought he was going to card me, but he just nodded his head in acceptance.
"Okay." He replied and took off again.
I had just gotten out my brand new notepad and pen when the waiter returned. He set the glass of beer down in front of me.
"Can I get you anything else??" He asked.
"I might order some food...later." I replied noncommittally.
"Fine. I'll check back with you in a little while." Before I had a chance to respond, he took off again. He was a speedy little guy!!
I stared at the glass of beer in front of me and smiled. I guess Lane was right!! I vowed at St. Patrick's Day never to touch another beer again, but here I was, beer in hand. Oh man, when Lane finds out about this, he is going to tease me for a long, long time.
I looked down at the blank pages of the notepad as it was lying on the table. I took a swig of my beer (yuck!!) and I picked up my pen. Dr. Swatt's idea of writing a journal hadn't seemed very interesting to me when she suggested it, but the idea lingered in my brain. Last night, inspiration hit me and I figured out what I wanted to do. I decided to write a detailed account of my life after 'IT' happened and through to falling in love with Lane. I thought it might be fun to write it like I was telling a story. I didn't have all of the details worked out, but I knew I was on to something.
My main concern was if I could capture, with words, what it felt like to fall in love with Lane, and how horrible and traumatic 'IT' had been for me. I wasn't sure, but I was going to try. The one thing Dr. Swatt said that I agreed with completely was it would be beneficial to me to try and express and capture all of my emotions by writing. Despite the bad things that had happened to me, what I wanted to do was tell a love story...the story of how one person changed my life through love.
I put the point of my pen on the paper and let my mind go. Like I always did when I first started writing anything, I let my stream of consciousness take over and dictate my hand movements.
'I don't think anyone would describe me as particularly outgoing. I've never heard the word 'extrovert' and my name used in the same sentence. Most people that know me would say I was 'shy'. I would have to add the word 'painfully' to complete...'
THE END