Everything I Had

Chapter 24

"I remember what I told. Matt," Adam said softly.

I blinked and gulped loudly. Hopefully he didn't hear it though. My mouth suddenly went dry and I gently pried myself from his arms.

I'm kind of scared to hear him say it himself. Who am I kidding? I'm terrified. He was literally about to tell me exactly what he said to Matt and I don't know if I want to hear it just yet.

I smiled at him and said, "Tell me later. I bet we have to go inside."

I turned away, about to step away, but he grabbed hold of my hand. I looked back at him, still standing in the same place he has been since I broke the hug. He stroked my hand with his thumb and nodded. He looked like he was about to say something, but paused. He stood there, looking into my eyes, then finally spoke.

"Whatever you say," he said and let loose of my hand. It's obvious he wanted to say something else besides that but decided against it.

I smiled in response and we walked back inside and into the sanctuary.

"I meant to ask, am I forgiven?" He whispered, laying a hand on my shoulder before we sat down next to Matt.

I nodded and smiled. How could I not forgive him?

I looked at the stage, or what they called the altar, and saw people on their hands and knees praying. They are Teenagers just like me who are broken. I remember being that broken whenever this big Matt thing erupted. It changed my life forever.

I found God because of this.

Maybe God uses broken people like I was for a reason. He picks us because he knew we needed healing. He picked me when I needed him the most and now look at what I have. An amazing friend and a reconciled ex boyfriend. And I'm glad to have them both in my life. And plus I have Danny; can't forget about Danny.

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I took a long breath as I studied the stars. It suddenly got very cold since we got back from church. I wrapped my blanket tighter around me and looked to Adam, who was laying beside me in the grass.

"I hope there are no bugs or ants in the grass," I commented and looked back up at the stars.

"Well since you're using the blanket we were supposed to lay on for yourself, I think you're good," He replied.

"What? I'm cold."

"Isn't that what jackets are used for?"

"But jackets aren't cuddly like blankets are."

"That's true, but truth is, I'm scared they're bugs in the grass, too," He said with a small laugh.

"Don't be a baby!" I told him.

"Don't be a hypocrite!" He retorted.

Good point.

"Well I'm a little girl. I'm supposed to be afraid of bugs," I defended.

"You're 17."

"Maturity levels are different nowadays."

He laughed at my comment and rested his hands behind his head, his elbow just above my head.

"To be honest, this blanket it making me hot," I said after a brief pause.

He broke out into laughter and I unraveled myself from the blanket. I wadded the blanket up into a ball and threw it in his face.

"Shush up. Body heat generates fast," I defended poorly.

He laughed and put the blanket over both of us. I stared up at the stars while his body was turned to the side, facing me. I could sense he was watching me but I really didn't mind.