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chapter 01 ; our song

Chapter One
Our Song

It all started when I was 15. I was with my new boyfriend, Patrick. I was riding shotgun in the front seat of his car. My hair was undone. He had one hand on his steering wheel, and his other hand on my heart. I looked around his old car for a moment, seeming unsatisfied. "Baby, Is something wrong?" Patrick asked. "No, Its nothing. I was just thinking how we dont have a song." I twirled my blonde curly hair. He grabbed my face, looking me right in the eye. "Our song is the slamming of screen doors; sneaking out late, and me tapping on your window." He said, kissing me. I chuckled. "And when we're on the phone and you talk real slow, cause it's late and your Mama doesn't know!" I added with a chuckle. I felt The summer breeze wash over my face, the radio blasting. "Our song is the way you laugh, the first date. Man, I didnt kiss you. But i definitely should have." I rolled my eyes. "Dont be corny, Patrick." I said. He grabbed my face again. "Oh, Baby. I'm just getting started." He replied with a smirk. The hot Texas summer air washed over us, sweat rolling down his forehead.
I got home later that evening. Walking up the front porch steps. "Oh, Hello honey! How has your day been?" My mom asked, smiling gleefully. "Good, Great actually." I said. "I'm gonna head upstairs, If you dont mind." I said, starting to walk upstairs. "I don't mind at all, Darling!" Mom said. Sitting down on the couch. I walked up the stairs, Then got to the top. I paused and stepped over to the first door in the hallway, A light blue door with paint falling off of it. I opened it to reveal my room. A light pink painted room with about a dozen posters hanging above it. Then, I looked down to see roses leading a path to my room. And stuck on the floor was a note, Reading "Our song is the slamming of screen doors, Sneaking out late, tapping on your window. Love Patrick" And then, Grabbing a pen and an old napkin, I wrote down Our Song.