When I See You Again

Three

Rebecca was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Her gorgeous long blonde hair draped down to her lower back, she had grown about ten inches since the last time I saw her, and she had filled out. Seeing her again after six years was the most mind-boggling thing ever. I was convinced she was gone forever but seeing her right next to me was so shocking I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Back in seventh grade it took me a more than half a year to ask her out on a date and now, we're going out on one tonight. I told her to meet me at a small café that opened a bit before she left a bit after seven.

When I got there, she was already sitting down, reading. She always had her nose in a book in seventh grade. She looked up briefly and saw me in the doorway. She smiled and put down her book. I sat down across from her and she pushed me a warm drink.

"And what is this?" I say, taking a sip.

"Hot chocolate. Your favorite," She said.

"How did you know it was my favorite?" I ask as I take another sip.

"I remember in third grade, the school was passing out hot chocolate and you kicked three kids in the shin after shoving a few more out of the way to get to the front of the line. When the principal asked why you did it, you simply said 'I love hot chocolate'. And that is why I remembered,"

I nearly choke on the sip I took because it was so funny, looking back on that day. "You remembered that?" I ask.

"How could I forget?" She says, smiling at me.

After a while, I realized it was getting dark.

"How'd you get here?" I ask.

"Oh, I walked," she says.

"Walked? I must insist on driving you home, Miss Rebecca," I say, mocking a British accent.

"No one calls me that any more," She says, laughing.

"Then how should I address you?" I ask.

"Becca,"

"Okay, Miss Becca. Time to go," I say, getting up from my seat.

"Only if I drive," Becca says, smirking. I toss her the keys and she smiles as she skips past me. I laugh and try to keep up.

When we get in the car, she starts fiddling with the radio stations until she lands on a station playing Sugar by Maroon 5. She smiles at me then she tries to sing along with the chorus, completely off tune. I find my self laughing so hard when she tries to hit the high notes. Then, I join along with the bad singing and dramatic hand motions.

"I'm right here, cause I need a little love and a little sympathy. Yeah, show me good loving, make it alright. Need a little sweetness in my life. Sugar, yes please. Won't you come and put it down on me!"

We both laugh as the song ends. We slowly approach her house and she comes to a park and she looks at me.

"I really missed this," She said, smiling.

"I missed it, too,"

"But what I really missed out on is all the girls you dated because of this," she says while pointing at my jawline.

"I haven't dated anyone since you left," I say. She looks at me like I was lying. "I swear!"

"Uh-huh," She says, doubtfully.

"You probably dated one hundred British boys on your extended vacation to London,"

"Actually, I didn't date anyone," Becca says, while looking out at the empty road.

"No. I find that hard to believe." I say.

"Well, believe or not, I have to be going, Taylor Abbot. Thanks for the ride," She says, smiling sweetly, as she tosses me the keys. She gets out of the car and shuts the door behind her. I don't move, I just sit there in complete and utter awe that I just went on a date with Rebecca 'Becca' Wade. I get out and hop into the front seat and drive the rest of the way home smiling like an idiot.