Saving Boston (Rewritten)

Tipsy Enough To Think Your Little Friend Trevor Is Cute

Whenever I spread the pages of my favorite novels, I wondered what it would be like to live in a castle. Would I be the one to wake up and look off of my balcony to see pastures of green and lakes of blue? Or would I be the boy from the wrong side of the tracks dressed in rags, pursuing the king's daughter? It made me think of Bo and how careless I was to Seth's wishes. If he thought the walls of a castle would keep up apart, I would burn his kingdom down. But that isn't something we have to worry about anymore. The princess doesn't want me because she finally realized the boy dressed in rags had absolutely nothing to offer her other than heartbreak.

It made me wonder what it would be like to chase her down the stone hallways and watch as her curly hair floated behind her. Would she look back at me with a smile on her face as she continued to play with my heart? Or would she let me carry her in my arms to her room as she told me to be quiet over two a.m kisses and early morning laughter?

Even if it were a fling, I'd let her break my heart over and over again as long as she promised to come back and do it again. I would do anything to have her by my side as I walked up the stone pathway to the palace John rented out. To watch the summer breeze drift by and catch the ends of her hair would be a sight to see. I wondered what she would wear. Would her hand be in mine? Would she steal kisses from my lips and turn a short walk into a twenty-minutes of nothing but blissful memories?

My eyes fluttered shut as I listened to the leaves rustling around me. With every step, I drew closer toward the building in front of me. I expected nothing less than royalty from John. The golden lights shined under every window, bringing a glow to the sky around it. And I started thinking about her reaction. Did she stare in amazement, or were her caramel eyes on the ground?

When I stepped inside to see the marble staircase John told me to walk up, I kept thinking about the curly-haired girl and how I planned on giving her everything she wanted. She wanted to dance in ballrooms wearing expensive dresses like they talked about in novels and go to the Orpheum dressed to her finest and listen to classical music. So, I knew her blood spiked when she saw the golden railing twisted into designs and how quickly she raced up the stairs even if she wanted to take things slow. I could practically see it so clearly my heart ached that it wasn't real.

The pad of my thumb ran over the letters on my wrist as my heart started to race. I haven't seen her in two years, and what happens when I do? How do I carry on with the party when my eyes meet hers, and I have to pretend like it means nothing?

I stepped through the corridor of the dimly lit room, staring at the lights strung across the ceiling. It looked like a night full of stars scattered above me. It brought a glow to the room, illuminating the wooden flooring. Being in the city had its perks - I could see every golden building from the floor-to-ceiling windows making up most of the room.

The glasses of champagne stacked on top of one another made a mountain of drinks, waiting for guests to take one. As they bubbled under the light, I caught sight of women in their nicest diamonds and men dressed in their finest suits. Something about this made me feel more like the boy from the side of the tracks than I did a member of John's family. I was starting to feel like I didn't belong here.

Just as I began to turn away to find John, a familiar burst of laughter stopped me in my tracks. I felt my chest tighten as my eyes immediately found the curly-haired girl I haven't seen in over two years. On top of her head sat a bun of ringlets; a few coils fell to frame her face. Her hair couldn't hide her glowing skin and her illuminating cheekbones.

It was as if the sun dropped from the sky to kiss her skin. It made the stars look like they weren't shining and the moon look like a joke. A deep breath of air pushed through my nose as the adoration sparkling in her caramel eyes as she stared up at John. My shoulders slumped just as my eyes began to burn. She had an aura that I never saw when she was around me, and I realized this is what genuine happiness looked like on her. And here I swore she couldn't get more beautiful.