There was Drew. We were on the bridge again. I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. I thought he might walk away or something, since he saw me looking at him, but he just smiled. I shivered a little as a wind picked up and he scooted closer to me, wrapping his arm around me to keep me warm. Then he stopped and looked the other way, getting up and running to a girl on the hill...Lisa. He kissed her gently on the cheek as I woke up from another dream...
I awoke to the smell of food cooking. It was spaghetti, my favorite.
"Wakie wakie sleepy head!" Drew called out, laughing.
"Be quiet." I sat up, looking around, my eyes slowly focused. He had finished about 4 or 5 chapters in the book, judging by where he had the bookmark at.
"You're right," he said, "this book is pretty good." He smiled and set the book down.
"Come and get it!" Carrie yelled. Drew and I both got up and ran downstairs to get to the dining room. Spaghetti, garlic bread, salad, and even dessert were set on the table. My mouth watered seeing the food and I realized how hungry I was.
I ate 3 plates of spaghetti before I felt I was too full to move very well. Drew laughed at me and called me a pig, but I didn't mind. I was starving after spending the night in a hospital worrying about him.
We ended up going for a hike after dinner. He brought me to a creek...it looked like the same one in my dream, but I couldn't find the bridge.
"Is there a bridge that crosses this creek?" I asked.
"No," he replied, "but I was thinking about building one next summer, want to help?"
"Sure!" I said.
We walked back to the house, talking about plans for the bridge. When we got back in the house it was late. So we both got ready for bed. I climbed into my bed.
"Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" Drew crawled over the side of the top bunk and looked down at me. I shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
"What happened to your mom?" He looked sad. I wondered whether to tell him the truth or not, I didn't want him to feel bad for me. It always happens when I tell people what happened to her. I decided truth was the best policy.
"She committed suicide when I was 5..." He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow and forgiveness. He waited a few moments before saying anything.
"I'm sorry. I know you probably hear that a lot, but it must have been hard."
I couldn't resist an apology like that. My eyes watered up and I almost cried again.
"It's...ok," I wanted him to be happy again, but I knew it wasn't possible tonight.
I drifted to sleep, wishing I had someone there to comfort me.
When I woke up, Drew wasn't in the room. I assumed he was out doing his chores, so I got out of bed and took a shower, then got dressed for a new day. I started reading my book again when Drew came in. He obviously went swimming, he was soaking wet.
"Swim much?" I laughed as he went into the bathroom to take a shower. He came out a few minutes later, looking upset.
"What's wrong dude?" I asked, hoping he was okay.
"Lisa broke up with me..." He looked sad. I tried to comfort him, but he stayed sad, so I left him alone.
That night, he leaned over the edge of the bed.
"How come you aren't sad anymore?" He asked.
"I had to realize anything that goes bad in life is meant to make good times feel even better. Let's say everything in life was good feeling..."
"I guess that would be boring..."
"My point...the bad times make good times feel better, so I try to get over them fast and be happy again."
He turned on the music again. I started humming to the song, and then, to my surprise, he sang along. So I started singing too. He sang louder. We finally stopped when his mom came in and asked us to be quiet. We laughed and said ok.
I woke up and he was sleeping in my bed. I tried not to move, but I was so confused and excited that I must have woken him up.
"What's wrong?" He asked sleepily.
"...Why are you in my bed?" I laughed a little, noticing it was raining.
He mumbled something incoherently.
"Huh?"
"I'm...afraid of storms..."
I smiled. "It's ok..." I spaced off, so badly wanting to tell him that I liked him.
"...You ok?"
I answered without thinking, "No."
He winked, "I could have told you that."
"I think I'll go back to bed...it's like 3 in the morning."
I must have scooted closer to him during the night, because I opened my eyes, and his beautiful face was right in front of mine. I closed my eyes pretending to sleep, hoping he would think it was a coincidence.
Wow, sorry that chapter took so long. And it's not even that long. I kinda got side tracked and had writers block for awhile.
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