What If

Part 6

Yesterday was crazy, crazier now that I replay all my movements and everything I said. From being part of the soda prank to sitting on the ground tearing daisies. I was perched on my bed, reading a book about poems and quotes. I flicked through until I stopped randomly at a page reading, There is no remedy for love but to love more - Henry David Thoreau. How is it possible to fall in love so fast, with someone I've known for less than two months? Is this even love? I'm confused by whether this is the love of a friend or much more, maybe love at first sight is true. Though, I've never believed in 'love at first sight' but that's because everyone I've ever tried to love doesn't give a shit about me. I guess they were the tales of primary school when you'd date someone for a day and be all smiley saying, "I have a boyfriend!" and then the next day they'd dump you for your best friend. It's worse at primary, and maybe school in general for some, because they don't talk about being gay. What if there's someone gay in the class (which there most probably is)? I've always wondered why they never teach about what it means to be gay and why it shouldn't be used as an insult. After all, we're all human, and love always wins.

Suddenly, a knock came from the front door. Liaaaam. I ran hurriedly downstairs, turned the handle and smiled gleefully, "Heya!"
Then, mum walked through, "Emma, who is this?.."
I stood out the way and Liam shook her hand, "Liam."
I saw her nod then turn away. Though, I then shouted "Mum, I'm going out into town again, okay?", causing her to turn around again. Anyway, this is the summer holiday so I can do what I like.

Slowly, we walked down the grey pavement until Liam stopped in front of a red car. Without hesitation, he pulled a key from his pocket and smiled, "Wanna go for a ride?"
My face fell into my hands, laughing, "Liam, we're not old enough. This isn't America!"
"Sorry y'all, thought I was in America." he mimicked in an extremely bad American accent. I got into the car anyway and so did Liam. He drove faraway, I certainly had no idea where we were going, I don't think he did either, but I wanted the moment to last forever. How the hell does he know how to drive? How the hell does he know where I live? Why is this so well planned that not even he knows what he's doing? Because he's Liam, the boy I met, the one with crystal eyes and jet black hair, the mysterious teenager, the person I slowly, yet beautifully, fell in love with.