Timeless - Connor Dewar

one - amelia

7 years ago

Do you believe in meant to be?

I never did. But, it seemed like everyone around me did. Growing up, I didn't hear the end of it - and what made it worse was it being directed at me.

Well, not exactly me. Me and my partner in crime, my other half, my best friend in the whole world. It seemed like ever since we moved up here from Winnipeg and into the house right next to a young family, much like ours, everyone thought we were meant to be.

I still remember it clearly. It was a summer evening in July, and I was five years old. I liked everything other little girls liked; Pink, glitter, flowers, - and when I found a particularly nice wildflower, I wanted to show someone. My mom who was supposed to be watching me, was on the phone, and growing up with busy parents, you learn when to not bother them or else they'll get mad.

So, little me looked around until her beady eyes landed on my target - two boys who lived next door playing street hockey on their driveway. I waddled over to them, clutching the flower in my small hand.

I stood there for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt, but the smaller boy who was playing goalie stopped and started glaring at me. "Um, hello?"

"Hi!" I exclaimed, beaming with excitement. I took another step towards him, holding out the flower. "Look at what I found! Isn't it pretty?"

The boy rolled his eyes at me, surveying the flower. "I don't like that girly stuff." He remarked, turning to try to avoid me. Immediately, tears started welling in my eyes. My shaky hand dropped the flower, and I quickly spun on my heels to run back to my mom.

But, just as I was about to run for it, the older boy who was shooting the ball yelled from the other side of the driveway, "Quinny! Don't be mean." He exclaimed, dropping his stick to run over and pick up the flower.

He had bright blue eyes and a grin that could light up a room, so when I turned to him, I think it healed me a little. "I think it's pretty," He said, tucking the flower behind his ear. "What's your name?"

"Amelia."

Wow, that sounded real. Almost like I'm reliving the moment in person, like I'm-

"Amelia!"

"Huh? What?" I say, whipping my head around. My mom stands at the doorway of my room. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she gestures me towards her. "Come on, Connor is waiting for you downstairs."

I nod, wiping a speck of stray glitter off my face before making my way down the stairs, after my mom. Today is the day of my highschool graduation, the day my childhood ends, virtually. I don't get how this is supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, and yet, I still feel sort of empty.

The clack of my heels against the stairs sharply contrasts the eerie silence everyone has seemed to fall in as I walk down, but when I see him, my best friend in the whole world, my mind is instantly at peace.

Connor stands in the living room as my dad tries to adjust his tie. They were having a hushed discussion, but when Connor looked up and his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. Literally dropped.

When I reach the bottom of the staircase, Connor's expression has remained the exact same. Quinn is standing beside him, and he nudges Connor with his elbow and mutters something along the lines of 'Dude, say something.'

Connor blinks a few times, his expression shifting from shock to awe as he takes a step forward. "Wow, Mia," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... beautiful."

I can't help but blush at his words. We compliment each other all the time, there's nothing special about what he just said - yet, something about it coming from him in this moment feels different.