'til Death do us Part

Two months ago

“Mom I don’t want to go!” I said getting red, with my cheeks burning. “Well you are! It’s just for the summer. I need this job, and you know it.” It was true she needed this job. She hasn’t been on a modeling trip in months and we need the money, “But I don’t want to! I don’t want to leave Alex for the whole summer!” I half yelled. “Your going and that’s that!” I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I could feel the pain in my chest and my cheeks heat up and sting as big drops of tears ran down my cheek. I couldn’t leave Alex for the whole summer, I just couldn’t!

I snuck out the window and ran to Alex’s house. He pulled me into his arms when he saw the tears and my puffy eyes. He held me tight for a couple of minutes and we just sat there so quiet and still. I was crying and the tears were sinking into his white tee shirt and making a stain. He pulled me away and slipped his hand into mine making my cheeks burn. I knew that I was blushing so I kept my head down.

When we were finally down stairs in his room I started to cry hysterically. He pulled me into another one of his warm hugs. He was sweet like that, he didn’t even know why I was crying and he was still being so sweet to me. “I’m leaving,” I mumbled into his shirt hoping he wouldn’t hear me. He did and when I pulled away from the warmth of his hug. I saw the expression on his face. The one he has on when he is near from crying. He wouldn’t actually cry, but his green-grey eyes threatened to start pouring out the tears. “Mom got called to go to France for another photo shoot,” I managed to say calmly. Alex stared at me and my heart weakened, I could never leave him. Not for a whole two months. 

“Well that’s not bad,” He said looking away, “You can stay here with me.” He lives by himself while his mom lives in Japan for her job and his dad was dead. You could never talk about his dad. They were really close and when he died he totally changed. He dropped out of football and school for two months. It was the worst two months of my life. I would go over ever night until I finally convinced him it would be good to go back to school and take his mind off his dad.

“It’s not that easy,” I said, my eyes still stinging from all the tears. “I have to go with her. She thinks it will be good for me,” I said with the tears threatening to come back and roll down my face. I looked into Alex’s gorgeous eyes, which were threatening in the same way. My mom hated Alex, which I never understood why. She thinks just because he is 18 and I’m only 15 he is a bad example for me, and I think that is part of why she wants me to go with her. So I am not hanging out with Alex the whole summer.

He sat there staring at me and we both started to cry. For the first time in my life I was seeing Alex cry! He pulled me into his arms and didn’t let go. He was going to be all by himself for two months. His mom and dad are gone and now I am leaving him. I can’t imagine what he is feeling right now.

We walked into the airport, me hand-in-hand with Alex and my mom in front leading us. Alex and me were silent as we walked; we were both to depressed that we have to leave each other. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down at me and smiled. I wish he would show that gorgeous smile he has whenever he was happy, but he didn’t it was sad and I knew he would miss me.

When we got to the plane I hugged Alex for as long as I could and started to cry again before saying good-bye and getting on the plane. I had a huge mass of guilt on my shoulders for leaving Alex all by himself, but he would be fine. I could feel my eyes start to sting again but I held my tears back. I gulped and my throat stung as I tried to cover up my sadness.  

“Wake up Blare,” My mom said shaking me slightly. “I don’t want to!” I said as I realized where we were. “Blare you have to, come on it will be fun. You can model with me. I mean you’ve got the body-“ “Mom!” I cut her off. I didn’t like to talk about my body since I normally covered it up with baggy sweaters and bell-bottom jeans. And the closest I have ever been to a guy is Alex, and he didn’t count. I agreed to model with her to make her happy. Totally unfair she was going to be happy but I had to be miserable and she got to be happy doing what she loved.

As soon as I got off the plane my heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful! I could see the Eiffel Tower from our hotel and the view from our window was gorgeous! “Dear, are you okay?” I could hear my mom say in the distance. “Yea mom. I guess I just got caught up in the view from the window.” I said while still daydreaming.. “Well Blare, wake up and get on some shoes. I’m going to take you shopping for new clothes so you can look good while in Paris.” My mom half yelled at me from the other room. “Mom I don’t need new clothes! Mine are perfectly fine!” I yelled at her.

I walked into the store and was instantly dazed. It was huge! And I had a thousand dollars to spend on any clothes I want. Although I want to look good in Paris I grabbed some more bell-bottom jeans and a baggy shirt and started to make my way to the cash, when I saw the most beautiful dress. It was a slim, body hugging red dress that would totally look good on my body. I grabbed it and ran into the change room.

I came out with the dress on to show my mom, when I bumped into a boy. I could tell he was looking me up and down so I shyly slid my fingers through my side swept bangs and smiled, while keeping my head down. “Well hello there,” He said. “Hi.” I said and was about to walk away when he smiled and showed every single one of his perfectly white teeth. My heart sped up and was about to run away when I managed to smile back and keep my cool. “I’m Jake,” He said still smiling. I couldn’t look away from his face it was too handsome. He had dirty blond shaggy hair and light blue eyes. He was totally gorgeous. “Hi, I’m Blare.” I tried to say it in my flirtiest tone, but I have only talked to one guy in my life so I don’t know how it sounded. “Okay, so Blare, can I have your number?” Jake asked. I looked up startled, “Uh? Sure.” I said handing him a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it.

As soon as Jake left I ran and threw my clothes on and searched the store for any more body hugging clothes. I ended up with a couple dresses, a sexy shirt that showed my belly, and few more shirts and a few pairs of skinny jeans. On my way home I saw a tattoo/piercing/hair place and decided I wanted to get a cute belly button ring to go with my new shirt. I walked into the parlour and chose out the cutest dangly ring with a butterfly at the top and diamonds following it on a little silver chain.

My belly button is killing but it looks so cute. I walked into my room and threw on my new shirt and some skinny jeans and walked into the bathroom to find my mom. She was sitting in front of the mirror putting on mascara, which she wouldn’t leave with out having it on. I spun around showing her my outfit and a huge smile appeared over her face. “I’m glad you chose to get more snug clothes, rather than your usual.” She said eying my belly button. My reaction was to pull my shirt down and hide it but my mom wouldn’t care. She was the only mom in the world who wanted her daughter to look skimpy. She pulled me into a hug and muttered something about being so proud.

She pulled me out of the hug and told me to through my shoes on. “Where are we going?” I finally asked once we were in the cab. “We have a fashion show tonight and we have to be there early,” she said looking at me with an anxious look on her face. She was proud of me, that I was wearing these clothes; these clothes that I was only wearing to impress a guy- Jake! I totally forgot about him. I pulled out my phone to see a text message from him saying “heey, want to hangout tonight?” I shoved it back in my pocket and slouched over. I hate fashion shows. Why do I have to do one tonight of all nights?     

 I pulled my phone back out and tried my best to make a flirty text “heey Jake. I can’t tonight; I have to do a fashion show. You should come watch ;) Maybe we could hang out after?” I hit send and then regretted it soon after until I got this text back “Sure I’ll be there soon. Maybe we can hang out a bit before?” I smiled to myself and put my phone back in my pocket. Why did he make me feel like this! He can’t, he’s a boy!