“That’s my life,” I told them as I finished telling my story. As I looked upon the floor they were all asleep, even snoring. I couldn’t believe I was talking to no one but myself. I got up from off the couch and as I turned to walk out, I heard Lucy’s voice.
“Why’d you stop telling the story?” she asked while stretching her hands. “You were telling us about the time I ran away from home and you and Sera decided to get married. You may continue from there.”
“Unbelievable,” I whispered, ignoring her while I headed toward the hall and then up the stairs toward my room.
When the morning came, I took a long, warm bath while reflecting on all the things that went wrong while I was asleep for eight years. Afterward, I stood before the large mirror near the left corner of my room, dressing myself in blue jeans along with a white t-shirt and a dark red jacket to cover it. I left the house and went into the garage for my bike. As I hopped on before turning the key, I got off. I went back into the house and I knocked on Lucy’s room door. After a few knocks and her telling me to go away, she opened the door in a displeased manner.
“I have company right now,” she whispered, closing the door behind her. “Can you do what you do best and make yourself busy.”
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking I’ve never had a car of my own. I’d really like to have one.”
“You want one now, or can it wait until I’m finished here?”
“I’ll just ask your mom to take me,” I said before walking away.
“Wait,” she said. “I’ll take you, just give me a couple minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
I nodded, then I went back down into the yard and I waited fifteen minutes before she came down with her guy friend, who seemed to be around her age. He wore a buttoned up shirt along with cargo pants. Short, greasy hair showed with big rounded test glasses. We sat in the car together while some cheesy pop song played; I felt like going back into a coma. I lowered the volume while I stared at her friend toward the back.
“So what’s your goal in life, Seth?” I asked him.
“Well, I work as a substitute teacher sometimes,” he told me. “I’m hoping one day I’ll be able to have a full time job teaching.”
“How’d you two meet?” I asked.
“We went to school together,” he confessed. “I always use to have the biggest crush on Lucy, but she was always into my friends.”
“You never use to talk whenever I came around,” she interrupted. “I always thought he couldn’t speak until we met up a month ago.”
“You made me nervous,” he admitted with a smile. “I always felt like my heart would just stop beating whenever I saw you.”
“I’m glad we never hooked up in school,” she replied. “You wouldn’t have liked the person I was.”
“Well I like the person you are now,” he told her.
Hearing them speak to each other made me feel both happy and sad. I was there once and I know I’ll never have that again. “When you find love you just have to grab onto it. True love never comes twice,” I said to them both as they became quiet. “People meet the wrong people and toss their heart over to them. When it shatters, they believe they could never find better until the one comes along to save them from themselves.”
“Lucy told me what happened,” replied Seth. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I told him, “I’m over it.”
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The Trials of Loving Her
Roman d'amourAt Eight years old, Jason Harrison was crushing on his sister's best friend, Sera, who happens to be six years older. Twelve years have passed since, and they are both reacquainted as adults. After forging a solid friendship, it paved the way to the...