No Love Strong Enough

No Love Strong Enough

The sky sun was slowly melting on the west coast, sending a streak of pink along the clouds. The air was cool and most, a perfect Fall evening.  As the sun disappeared under the never ending Pacific Ocean, I couldn’t help thinking about Henry. His gorgeous wind-blown blonde hair, his hazel eyes. If only he could be sitting here with me, watching the sunset. I sigh, daydreaming about my perfect boyfriend who I love more than anything.

                I turn when I hear my name being called from down the beach. Squinting my eyes in the dying sunlight, I can just make out Heather’s figure, running towards me. I smile big, jump up, and run as fast as I can towards her.

                We’re running at such a speed that we almost crash into each other. Instead, we hug each other and fall into the sand laughing. To anyone else, this would look so wrong. But at this point in time, we couldn’t care less.

                “You’re back early from your mom’s!” I shout, right in her face. “Yep! I couldn’t stay away from the beach, or from you! I missed you so much!” She yells back. “Not as much as I missed you!” We hug for about 5 minutes before we stand up smiling at each other. My heart aches. I didn’t realize how much I had missed Heather until she got back. I hadn’t seen her all summer; she had been at her mom’s house in Tennessee.  We were best friends, sisters more like, and being apart from each other all summer had been unbearable. There had been the occasional phone call, but nothing was like having your best friend back right in time for High School.

                Heather and I sat there until it’s almost midnight sharing stories of how our summer went and what we did. I felt like crying. Heather was the most important person in my life, and it killed me that I had missed so much of her summer and things that she had done. I was too busy thinking about how I wish I could bottle up this moment and hold on to it forever that her question caught me off guard.

                “How’s it going with you and Henry?” Being my best friend, she is the only person who knows about my forever-lasting crush. “OK,” I admit. “It’s not like anything got worse, but it’s still the same with him. Nothing’s changed. We only make out. Nothing more” “Jenna, I’m sure he loves you more than anything. He’s proven that.” Heather says. “I bet he is just waiting for the right moment. It’s sweet he doesn’t want to rush you.” I smile at Heather’s enthusiasm. “How about you? Does Jimmy know your back yet?” Jimmy is her boyfriend, whose she’s been going out with since May. She still hasn’t gotten her first kiss yet, but I bet it will happen any day now that she’s back. “I’m sure he’s eager to see you.” I continue.

                A sad look crosses Heather’s face, for a quick instant. She tries to hide it, but I saw it. “It’s been ok, you know. It’s been hard, since I haven’t been here. But things are ok.” Heather is one of the worst liars on the face of the plant. You can always tell when something is going on. “What is it?” I ask. “You know you can tell me anything.” Heather breaks down then and starts sobbing into my shoulder about how she thinks he’s been cheating on her. There not much I can do but rub her back, and try to calm her down. After a minute or two, she sits back, her eyes red, and sniffs. I stare sympathetically into her eyes, as she starts to explain how she had gotten a call from Lisa Barnes saying that Jimmy had just made out with her, on her bed.  Heather hadn’t believed her, and then Lisa sent five pics showing them making out. Heather showed them to me on her phone, and I cringed. They looked very real. I hadn’t known Jimmy for more than 6 months, but he was the type of person I thought would never cheat on Heather. I get mad then, realizing how much Jimmy hurt Heather. He was dead.

                “Well?” Heather asks, seeing the look in my eye. “I’m going to kick his ass.” I say. I would have plenty of back-up. Heather was the type of person who was nice to everyone, and she had many friends.  Not only would we get Jimmy, but also Lisa, because she has always had it in for me since we were best friends in second grade. I have no idea how I was ever friends with that bitch. After our ‘break-up’ Lisa had gone to the dark side of the school to the preppy girls. I had never forgiven her for that.