Love Song

Eighteen

Eighteen Years Old -

"Ow, he scratched me," I cried out, as Tizzy was clawing for the small ball of yarn I carried in my hand.

It was a bit too hot for me out here, but I was fine if Tizzy was going to be jumping playfully in my arms.

"Tizzy, don't be so harsh," Shirley looked over to the two of us, then went back to painting Ezielle's toe nails.

Tizzy's soft back fell to my lap again, and with the kitty being so chubby, it was definitely hard for her getting back up as I hung the lavender colored yarn in my hand, with a string of yarn dancing along her paws.

"It's really hot today," I heard Ezzy speak up, and I looked over to her, as she combed her manicured fingers through her blonde straight hair.

"You wanna borrow a hair tie?" I offered and she looked to me with her light blue eyes which went great along with her tanned skin, nodding, then I remembered she had just came back from the Dominican Republic.

"Hey, how was the trip? I didn't get a chance to ask you," I said to her, as I searched for a band in my side bag, but kept the yarn in my other hand in the air, even though it seemed like Tizzy had fell asleep on her back.

"It was pretty cool," she explained.

"It was really hot, even hotter than this, but it always had a nice breeze to make it feel cooler," she said, gesturing with her skinny narrow hands.

"Any unique places?" I asked, as I finally pulled out the tie, but I was careful not to suffocate Tizzy as I leaned over to pass the band to Ezzy.

"A lot of waterfalls, and monuments, but my favorite part was seeing all the different art I've never seen before," she smiled at the idea of being there again, and I was glad she loved it.

I nodded to her with a smile, and I felt the sweat start to bleed off of me as Shirley kept at Ezzy's toes on the porch floor.

I rocked in the colorful rocking chair as Tizzy's eyes were shut and her hands positioned in the air like she was dead. The orange fuzz twitched every once in a while, but I kept my seated position as the sun burned into my skin, releasing sweat to come to the surface.

"You know," Both, Ezzy and I concentrated on what Shirley might say. Her light brown curls sitting just perfectly on her shoulders, and a clip her mother had gave her when she was four that snapped the front bang of her hair back.

Her brown eyes kept focus on the pink color of the nail polish, as she painted in each toe nail.

"I wonder what it would be like once we get married, have kids, and-Oh, I'm totally not having kids," Ezzy spoke up as she put up one index finger as if saying no way.

Shirley's crazy laugh bursted out along with a snort to go along with it, which were one of the things I loved about the silly, but smart teen.

Her laugh reminded me of the guy from the park in Europe when I met Harry for the first time.

Yes, I mean Harry from Europe. The one I met when I was at least sixteen or so. However, now he's here in America.

We were both surprised to see each other at the same school, and I wasn't just surprised to see him in America.

I was surprised to see him grow out of this sixteen-year old boy into this gorgeous king with a smile brighter than the sun in the sky. Eyes that sparkled up everyone's day, and a body that was just a perfect structure for any girl to have.

I was starting to develop feelings for the British boy, but I didn't know if it would ever work with those girls begging for a chance at his feet.

"Actually, Selena you haven't gotten yourself a date for prom huh?" I heard Ezzy speak up and I shook my head as I gave up holding the ball of yarn as I softly started grazing my nails over Tizzy's stomach.

"We all have to start looking," Ezzy said as if that was on our to-do list, but then Shirley raised her index finger.

"I already have Tyler," she said, and I know she tried to stop it, but a smile along with rosy cheeks became exposed.

"Oooo," Ezzy went on as she lightly pushed Shirley on her shoulder and she still kept that crazy laugh of hers as I smiled at her.

"I'm actually interested in maybe having Harry take me," Ezzy spoke up and looked at either one of us for a reaction of how that sounded.

Did she freaking just take a look into my mind?

Shirley looked at me with an unsure face, knowing my feelings have changed from friends to wanting something more, but he hasn't been like that.

I shook my head lightly and to quickly tell her that it didn't matter.

"I mean I may not have a crush on him, but he's very handsome, a gentleman, and attractive to go to the prom with so I'm kind of hoping I have a chance with him," Ezzy explained how she felt about her choice, but I was wondering if she just wanted to show him off or actually dance with him.

I'm sorry, jealousy kicking in.

"Yeah," we all agreed with her, and she looked out away from the house.

"I wonder if he kisses well," she said her blue eyes looking like ice against the sunny light.

I clenched my jaw, and tried to shake the comment off my back.

"Aye, Shir?!" I heard that familiar hoarse New York accent voice. Shirley's grandma who always shouted, because she was deaf.

"The soup is spiced and ready!" she shouted out through the screen door, but not close enough to it for me to see the old lady. We heard her shuffle away and her steps faded away quickly.

"Thanks, Grams!" Shirley shouted out as she closed up the pink nail polish and was finally finished.

"Chocolates," I got Ezzy's attention, mimicking Shirley's grandma, but also the old lady from Sponge Bob.

"Chocolates," Ezzy did it back, but with her back hunched and Shirley lightly slapped Ezzy on the leg with a pout.

"Shut up," she responded.

Ezzy and I started to laugh at it, then Shirley finally joined in.

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Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again.