Crazy In Love

Ever since Travis met Julie, they've been crazy in love.

It seems as if we spend every waking moment together, and I spend every night falling asleep in his arms. We've been together for two years now, and it seems like no one can tear us apart.

This summer is going to be the worst for us, though. Travis has to stay with his uncle in North Carolina. We're going to be apart for an entire summer. It's the worst thing that could possibly happen, and I know i'm going to miss him so much.

On the phone with Travis:

"I don't want you to go." I buried my face in the blankets.

"I know." I heard him sigh. "I don't want to go either."

There was a moment of silence between us. "I have a surprise for you though."

"Really! What is it?" I smiled. Travis was always surprising me. And that was one of the many perks of being in a relationship with him. He really knew how to make me smile.

"First, you need to put warm clothes on."

"Why?" I sat up in my bed waiting for an answer.

"Because it's cold outside." I smiled even bigger this time. Another perk. He really cared about me, like an older brother, or could even pass as my father. "Now hang up the phone and run into my arms."

I bolted like lightning around my room collecting clothes and put them on. Long sleeve shirt, coat, jeans, and a hat. I already had hung up the phone and went out the window without making a sound. And he was right, it was freezing out here.

And there he was, standing out by his truck, waiting for me. His black hair cut just above his green eyes, his gorgeous body warmly wrapped inside a black ACDC hoodie, with dark jeans just below his waist. Travis was perfect. I was smiling so big I thought my face would tear apart from my body.

I ran into his arms and I had to remind myself to breathe. We stood there for a couple minuets, hugging, and enjoying each other's warm embrace.

I could tell he was happy to see me when his ice cold hands drifted onto my face, our lips touched, and everyone else in the world had vanished. Not a soul was alive but ours, and in that moment it felt like heaven.

I ran around to the passengers side and climbed up into the seat.

"Where's my surprise?" I asked.

"Since I might not be here for your birthday, I wanted to give you a party before I left." He turned towards me with bright eyes and smiled.

"But you said you would try to be here for my birthday." His smile faded when I spoke, and we fell silent as he focused on driving. I folded my arms and looked out the window. Outside I could see bright lights in the distance.

He parked the car and slid me out, carrying me on his back the rest of the way. As we got closer I saw people from school, friends, and even teachers I knew, standing around us shivering in the cold. Light's were flashing and glow sticks were glowing. They all looked up at me and smiled. They raised their hands above their heads, and they had my name written across their palms. "Julie"

I waved at some friends standing in the audience, while Travis carried me further away from everyone.

Travis set me down carefully on the park bench and handed me a small gift hidden in his pocket.

I opened it and there was a gold infinity ring inside. He showed me his finger which also had a gold infinity sign tattooed. He pushed the ring on my finger and before I could say how much I loved the gift he kissed me again and again. Our lips in synch.

We were still kissing when I felt salty wet drops of water dripping down on my face. He was crying. Even though he was crying his heart out, he was still kissing me softly on the lips. I felt so bad. I wanted to stop and ask him what was wrong but instead, I pulled his body closer.

This was so unlike Travis, though. He never showed his emotions so blankly. He usually never talked about his feelings, and when he did he never showed any signs of being angry or frustrated. I had only seen him cry once before, but that was two years ago. What was he so upset about?

Minuets later, I had had enough. I pulled away. "Why are you crying?" I spoke softly but it still sounded harsh. I wasn't trying to tell him to "suck it up and be a man," but I wasn't going to sit here and listen to him cry.

He buried his face in his hands. But he couldn't hide the fact that tears were streaming down his face. I was frightened to what he might say next.

"Julie." His amazing eyes, now filled with tears, were locked onto mine. "I'm just scared." I was surprised that his deep voice had calmed me.

"What are you so scared of?"

He stopped crying and sat straight up, "they're coming to take me away."

I realized what he meant by that. And I stood there, frozen. A part of me grew angry, and another part grew terrified. All this time he was lying to me. Keeping it from me so I wouldn't be hurt like he was. "They" we're taking him away. Doctors, nurses, psychiatrists, and therapists locking him in a room because they think he's crazy. He wasn't going to stay with his uncle, he was going to the crazy house again. This had already happened once before.

When I first met him, he was crying his eyes out in the bathroom, slitting his wrists. I sat next to him and watched blood pour out of his beautiful body. I watched the most beautiful creature swallow his emotions with tears that could fill a cascade of waterfalls. It broke my heart to see him that way and when he looked over at me, I told him that everything would be okay. I held him in my arms and felt his soul die within him. I loved him more than life itself.

I fought him to get away.

"They can't fucking take you away like that! They just can't!" I screamed aloud.

"It's out of my hands, Julie. Understand that they're coming to take me away tomorrow. I may not see you for days, months, even years." His deep voice didn't calm me this time.

"No! They can't take you from me! I wont let them!" I started to panic and I didn't know how to control myself. I thought he was getting better. A tightening grip formed to the back of my throat and a short intake of breath casted the explosion of emotion which I had managed to keep buried deep inside. Not any more though, that image of things shared with a love which were not to come, was too powerful and gut wrenching to be kept in check; the tearing at my soul was too compelling and energetic to be contained. The vision I had of both of us began to swim in front of me as tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks.

He wiped the hot tears from my eyes with his sleeve while he calmed me down once again. We ended up in the grass while I laid my head gently on his strong chest and let his arms wrap tightly aroud my fragile body.

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to go either."