Love Is Enough

Chapter 5

"Morning babe." He says, getting up to hug me. He leans down, kissing me softly. I kiss him back. As usual, everything else melts away. We kiss for what seems like hours but is only a few minutes. I pull back finally, remembering how I'm supposed to get Sam coffee and breakfast. "Ok, I have to get Sam some breakfast. Are you going to be ok?" I say, gathering a plate of waffles and bacon and eggs, and a huge cup of coffee with extra caffeine in it. "Do you want to meet me after? We can go to our spot, if you want." Conrad says, squeezing my shoulder as I walk by. "Yeah, we can do that. Meet you in an hour?" "Yep, in an hour."

"Hey, I brought some coffee and breakfast. The coffee has extra caffeine, I figured you could use some energy." Sam smiles, a familiar and comforting sight. I set the food down, along with some blankets and clothes I decided to bring from the campsite . I also decided to bring some paper and pens, since Sam is a really talented artist and could draw pretty much anything. I see that Janie is still asleep. I feel so bad for her, I can't imagine what she's going through. If something happened to Conrad, I would never be able to live without him. He is my everything, my whole world. And I know that Janie felt the exact same way about Shawn. So I can't even imagine how she feels.

"Ok, so I'm going to go now. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all." "Thanks Amaria. I will." Sam says, smiling that comforting smile. I give him one right back, then head back to meet Conrad.

I head down the small hidden trail on the island. No one knows about it except for me and Conrad. He's already there when I get there. "Hey babe. How are you doing?" I smile as he takes my hand. He leads me to the shaded spot, the one with a great view of the ocean. I lean into him, settling into his shoulder. We sit there, watching the waves come on shore. After a while, I noticed him staring at me. "What?" I say, blushing. He just shakes his head, smiling. I blush even more before turning away. He keeps staring at me, so I look right back at him. He cups his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He presses his lips to mine, pulling me even closer. I run my hands through his hair, hearing him say my name against my lips. And then, my phone decides to beep at the worst possible minute. "Ugh. Worst timing ever." Conrad says, but I know he's joking by his lighthearted tone. "Sorry, it's Sam. I told him to let me know if he needed me." I say, rushing to get up. He raises his eyebrows, looking at me with a strange look on his face.

"What?" I say, noticing the strange look. He looks away, his face red and his mouth set in a serious line. "Nothing, forget it." He goes to walk away, but I reach out to stop him. "What is wrong with you? Why are you upset? Did I do something?" I say. He looks back at me, and I can tell he's angry. "Look, I don't want to keep you from Sam, so you go ahead and run into his arms." I cannot believe what I'm hearing. "Conrad? Are you crazy? Why are you acting like this?!" I say, getting upset myself. "Because, Amaria, you don't need me, you can go." I look at him, and roll my eyes. I start to walk away. "Where are you going?" I look back at him. "I'm going to go to someone who needs me and is nice to me. So just leave me alone." And with that, I walk away.

"Hey, are you ok Amaria?" Sam says, looking straight at me. He seems to be concerned. I smile, because honestly it makes me feel very safe and comfortable. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looks at me, not even buying it. "Ok, I'm not great. Conrad and I got into a fight, and he was being really crazy. And really stupid." He looks even more concerned. "What was the fight about? If you don't mind me asking." "No, that's fine. Um, it was about you actually. Craziest thing, but he thinks that I'm into you and that something is going on between us. I told him he was being crazy, and he got even more mad. Long story short, he is really jealous and is not thinking straight." I say, getting riled up with every word. Sam just looks at me, and I honestly can't guess what he's thinking. And then he says: "Wow. That is crazy, but honestly it's kind of funny. I never thought Conrad would be jealous of anyone. He seems to have it all, and it's hard to believe he could be so insecure. I can't help but think it's kind of funny. Is that bad?" I look at him, and he looks back at me, looking worried. And then I start busting out laughing. And he looks at me like I'm crazy, and that makes me laugh even harder. And then he's laughing too. And then we're both laughing until I can't laugh any more. And I'm about to be out of breath.

"So, are you going to be ok? Do you need any emotional support?" He says, reaching over and lightly touching my shoulder. And I swear that for a quick second, I feel a spark. And that scares me, more than I could have ever thought. I don't know what to do. How could I actually feel something for anyone besides Conrad? This is crazy. But maybe I'm just feeling like this because of the fight I just had with him. Even so, it sure did feel like I felt a spark. As quickly as it comes, it's gone. "Yeah, thanks. Thanks for caring." I say, slightly disappointed when he takes his hand off my shoulder. "No problem. What are friends for?" I smile at his kind words. He's always kind, always nice to everyone. It's very comforting.

I spend a little time with Sam, as much as I can, because I don't want to have to face Conrad. I don't want to feel that awkwardness that comes after a fight. Add the fact that Conrad and I had never had a fight until now. I guess there's a first time for everything though. Sam is actually very fun to be around, he's really funny and keeps me laughing. His artwork is truly remarkable, he is so talented. He could literally draw anything, and it would look amazing. We sit for a while, and then I agree to something I never even imagined. Sam decides to draw my portrait. And when he's finished, I am amazed. He has made me see myself in a way that I've never seen. I look beautiful, I look gorgeous. I look like a model, I look like someone new. Someone I don't recognize. I stare at the painting, unable to look away. I'm in a trance. "Sam, it's beautiful. I love it." I say, breathless. He looks away, shyly. I smile, giggling. He looks up at me. "Thanks, Amaria." I smile and we go back to watching the sunset. Then, for some reason I don't really know, I lay my head on his shoulder. He doesn't seem to mind. Which I think is exactly what I needed at that moment.

It's about six o'clock when I finally head back to the camp, when I decide that I'm finally ready to face Conrad. I still walk slowly, giving myself more time to prepare, because being prepared never hurts anybody. And then, all too soon, I'm back at the camp. And Conrad is waiting for me. He's waiting for me, and he looks like he's been waiting for hours. And for some reason, I feel a strange sense of dread and I can't quite place it. I don't know why I'm feeling it, and I wish I could know. I wish I could know what was going to happen.

"Hey, I was waiting for you." He says, looking red and embarrassed. "Ok. Let's just get this over with. What do you have to say?" I say, crossing my arms. "He looks away, and I can see the internal battle going on in his head. "I'm sorry Amaria. God, I am so sorry. I was jealous and stupid and crazy. I never should have accused you like that. I should have just trusted you. Instead of freaking out like I did. I promise it will never happen again. I swear, I will try my hardest to be better. I love you, and I'm so sorry." He reaches out for me, and without thinking about it, I pull away. The look on his face is so hurt, I wish I could go back and erase it.

"Amaria? Please tell me that you still love me. Please tell me that it's not too late." I look at him, and I really want to stay mad at him. But it's one look at his face and all anger melts away. I can't stay mad at him. I love him, and I want him more than anything in the world. I want him and the life we're having. I want a family. A family with him. I love him. How could I ever live without him? I need him. And that's exactly what I tell him before I reach up and pull his lips to mine. He hesitates only for a moment. He opens his mouth against mine, his tongue mixes with mine. I've missed this. I've missed the feeling. And then, we're completely lost in each other. We're completely lost in our passion, our love. And that is more than enough.