Collided

14) Samantha

"So, how long is your dad gone for?" I asked Colton as we continued walking down the dirt road.
"Uh he'll be gone for a while, I don't know how long exactly," he told me, reaching his arm behind his head, rubbing his neck. We kept walking in silence. After walking for what felt like forever, he laid his hand on the small of my back, and pointed to a tree near by. "Let's go sit down," he whispered to me, leading me to the tree. "So Sammy, what made you come to your aunts?" He asked me. Of course I couldn't tell him the real reason, how I came down here to get away from my stupid mistake. I felt comfortable with him, but now the reason felt dumb, maybe I'd tell him later, but not now. "I haven't seen my aunt in almost 10 years, and I guess I wanted to spend time with her." I told him, trying to not tell him the truth, but I wanted to, oh I want to, I haven't told anyone. I mean, my best friend was the reason for this trip, my backstabbing best friend. She'd tried calling me too, everyday my phone was flooded with iMessages and missed phone calls from Ethan and Alyssa. Ethan. I haven't thought about him since I got here. After years of dreaming about him, hoping he was different than what everyone said, hoping I'd get a chance with him, I didn't want to think about him.
"Yea I understand that," Colton's voice brought me back to reality, "Clara's pretty great, she's like a mom to me."
Mom? Did he have one? Now that I think about it, I've never seen his mom, or heard anything about her. Should I ask him? I hated when people asked about my dad, so I decided to stay quite.
"You can just ask," he told me.
"Oh um sorry, it's ok, it's your life I don't need to know."
"Alright, suit yourself," he laughed. "So, who are you Sammy, what's your story?"
"Um well there's not much to tell, I grew up in California, but I never was into the beach. I've spent most of high school taking care of my little sister - and mom. After... After my dad died, my mom wasn't the same."
"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened?" He asked consciously...
"Well, it was two years ago, I had just turned 14, and my dad was teaching me to drive. He took me driving every Saturday on a road where nobody else went, and once he decided I was ready to drive around other people, he let me drive into traffic," I started to tear up at the memory of it. Colton noticed how upset I was, and pulled me closer to him.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to continue if you don't want to."
"No it's ok, I need to let it out, and I don't know, I feel comfortable with you," he smiled.
"As I was saying, we were driving in traffic and I don't know, it all happened so fast. A truck came out of nowhere, and my dad reached over and turned the wheel. It saved me, but the impact was too much." I choked on the last sentence, I've had enough.
He didn't say anything, he just pulled me into his arms,
"I lost my mom too..."

After an hour of us sitting under the tree talking about our dead parents, he changed the subject to exes.
Colton reached down, and kissed me, long and sweet.
Once he pulled away, he stroked my check, moved the hair from my eyes, and said "I hope that was ok."
"It was perfect," I whispered.
"Good," he laid down into the grass. He pulled me into his arms, and I settled into him. I fell asleep in the tall grass, in his arms, letting his soft breath pull me into a much needed sleep.

The next morning I awoke to a purple sky, Colton beside me.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked me, one eye open.
"I slept okay, last night was a little hazy," I coyly said. "Can you give me a hint?"
"With pleasure." Our second kiss, thought not as long, just as sweet.