To Keep You Off My Mind

Chapter 16

Lily's POV

We walked into the gym and took a moment to admire the decorations. Everything was snowy and white because the theme was Winter Wonderland. Icicles hung from the ceiling, and there were some gorgeous ice sculptures scattered throughout the room. Once we got over the initial beauty of the once hideous gym, we decided to dance. The second we stepped onto the dance floor the fast, upbeat song changed into the slowest song ever, but to be honest, I didn't mind slow dancing with Locke. He took hold of my hand and started leading me. He spun me around and pulled me back into his embrace. It was obvious to both of us that I couldn't dance, so Locke grabbed my arms and placed them around his neck and placed his arms around my waist.

"Now we just waddle." He whispered into my ear. He pulled me in closer and our torsos collided. I felt my face turn red and quickly turned my face away from him so he wouldn't see. Before I knew it, our heads were gently placed together and our noses were touching. We were so close, I thought for sure he was moving in to kiss me, but before he had the chance, the song ended and we stepped away to dance a little faster.

After a couple songs, we decided to go get some of the refreshments provided. After eating some yellow snow (frozen lemonade) and some snowmen (marshmallows with pretzels and icing) we contained our dancing.

After about an hour, we decide to leave, so we walked out to his car and drove to a park just down the road. We got out and sat down on the swings.

"So, did you have fun?" I asked.

"Of course. Best dance ever." He smiled and winked at me.

"Good." I said getting butterflies from his last statement. "So, what now?" He shrugged. "We could walk around." I suggested, trying to not bore him to death.

"Okay." We got off the swing and started walking around the park. I started to feel a little chilly, but tried not to show it. "So, how are you?"

"I'm good." I said quietly. I hated small talk, but if I got to spend time with Locke, I was okay with it.

"So, I'm just gonna come right out and say that I hate small talk, so let's ask some deep questions, get to know each other better." I smiled.

"Sounds great. What's the first question?"

"Um, how about, uh. Oh! How many kids do you want?" I smiled and thought about it. I didn't know if I wanted to have any kids, I didn't want to screw up their lives.

"I don't know, I mean, what if I have a kid, and they turn out to be like a murderer or something? I don't think I'd be a good mom, so probably none." We stopped walking and sat down on the grass.

"Really? I thought you'd want like at least two, if not ten. I remember you always used to talk about how you loved kids, and how you wanted to have ten kids. You always used to make me play house with you, and we would have like five kids." I giggled.

"Oh yeah. I guess I just started doubting my parenting abilities." I looked down at the grass and started pulling tuffs out.

"I think you'd make a great mom. You have all the qualities to be one, you're patient, kind, caring, loving, and you make great cookies." I smiled.

"Yeah, maybe I will have a couple kids, as long as my husband is willing to help out." We smiled. "So, what about you, how many kids do you want?" He looked down at the grass.

"I don't know, probably a few. I mean, how could I pass up the opportunity to create a human being, with the one person I love more than anything else in the world. I just imagine sitting there, holding it in my arms and watching it's little chest rise and fall and thinking, I made that. I just don't know how anyone would want to pass that up. I can't wait to be a dad." I watched his eyes light up when he talked, and I could tell that one day, he was going to be the best father in the world, and I just hoped he'd be the best father ever, to my children. "Sorry, sometimes I forget I'm rambling on and just keep going. Okay, next question. Worst memory?"

I thought about everything I'd ever lived through and decided that Chris was my worst memory. "Um, that night at Chris' house, when he, he-." I looked down and felt tears well up in my eyes as I relived the experience. I felt Locke scoot closer to me and pull me into a hug.

"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. You don't have to talk about it. I know he didn't horrible things, and I won't let anyone ever do that to you again. Don't worry, you're safe." I let the tears flow freely, because his words comforted me on a deep level. I pulled away and looked straight into his eyes.

"Locke, I love you, not as a brother."