Quenby's Case Of Accidental Love

Chapter One

It was the summer holidays, and I was soaking up the sun in my hometown. I was having a great summer, in the place that I loved, with the company I loved. I was having the best summer yet, until dad told me to start packing.

He told me: "I got a great new job Quenby! And you get to go to a new high school!"

Now don't get me wrong, a fresh start sounded great. But I had friends here. I had memories here. And I had Ayden.

Back in April last year, my friend Olivia threw a party for her 15th birthday. Most people from our year were there, and it was a pretty cool night. My favorite, yet most terrifying part of it was being thrown into seven minutes in heaven with the most popular guy of our year. Before your perverted minds get racing, nothing happened. Well, aside from talk. He told me he thought I was beautiful. That I was smart, funny, talented, gorgeous. One thing lead to another, and he had asked me out.

The rumors that he was a player dropped pretty fast, when people saw him walking around school holding hands with me. And I was happy. I was no longer the girl sneaking envious glances at all my friends when they were with their boyfriends. I was the girl dating Ayden Browning, the king of Clearfield College.

Our 9 month anniversary just passed, and it was the best weekend. We spent the day on the beach, laughing, surfing, playing and loving. And when the sun went down we pitched a tent in a paddock on his property, and watched the stars. I know it wasn't real, but our initials were in the stars that night. The birds were singing our names, the wind was our love, swirling around us, kissing our skin.

So as you can imagine, if your dad came into you room and told you that you were moving to the other side of the country, you would be pretty upset. So don't judge me for this, but I may or may not have thrown a book at my dad. He's okay now, but I think it hurt pretty bad.

So here I am, packing my last box, taking my pictures off the walls, removing myself, and all my memories from this place. And here is Ayden, climbing through my window.

He needs a haircut, his dark brown hair is starting to fall over his beautiful green eyes. He's wearing the usual, shorts and a surf brand t-shirt.

"Ayden, feel free to use the front door." I say smiling, as I run up to greet him. He give me a sweet kiss, and flops down on my bed. I curl up in his chest.

"We are going to be okay Quenby." He whispers into my hair, as a tear rolls down my cheek. "We can skype call whenever you want. And I'm sure we can visit sometimes."

My mind is stuck on the question. Will that really be enough? To only see the boy I love online, and once in a blue moon in real life? Will it be enough to only see him, but not feel his warm arms wrapped around me? I nod, and we don't say anything for a while. We just hold each other.

"What do you say I help you pack up the last box huh?" He says to me, and pulls me onto my feet. We lay my posters and photos in the box, on top of the piles of clothes, and tape it shut. Tape my life in this Clearfield shut.

He helps my carry it down the stairs to the pile of all the rest of my boxes. As we sit together on the floor of the dining room, the rest of the day blurs. I just remember being extremely grateful to be with him one last time before moving across the country.

The moving truck arrives, backing into our driveway. First they pile in the big furniture. The couches, the beds, tables and so forth. Then they started piling boxes in. One by one, a little piece of my life was being chucked into the back of that truck, ready to be shipped away to some new, unknown place.

The house is empty now, a skeleton of what it once was. Where there were once pictures, now there is empty, sad white walls. When there were flowers, are desolate benches with nothing on them. I go up to my room one last time. I can almost see it how it used to be, with the band posters all over the walls, fairy lights dangling from the ceiling, the little alcove by the window decorated with pillows, books scattered everywhere. It wasn't much, but it was home. But then I see it how it is now, empty white walls, no furniture, as boring as it was when it was built. Not that I was there at the time, but I'm sure it was pretty boring.

I shut the door, and go down the stairs. Mum and dad are waiting by the car, which is full of little things that wouldn't fit in the moving truck, or were to fragile. I hop into the back seat, and spread myself over the little space I have. I put my headphones in, and look out the window one last time at the place I grew up, as it disappears behind me. 

I drive past all my memories. My school, where I was being considered as a student coach for football, at only 15. Olivia's house, where Ayden asked me out. The beach I've spent so many of my days on. And then, the sign.

"Thanks for stopping in Clearfield!"

Thank you Clearfield.