The next day Gemma came to my house. "Hello." She said to my Mom. "Oh my! Hello, Gemma. You're going out with Carson again?" My mom asked, which made her blush. (I peeked at them, so that's how I know she was blushing.) "No, ma'am. I'm just giving things to him." She bowed politely. "Excuse me." She ran upstairs as I ran to my room. I definitely don't want her to know that I am peeking at her!!! "Carson?" She knocked on my bedroom door. "Are you here? I need to talk to you." "Come in." I said. Gemma opened my door, walked over to my bed, and sat. "Thanks.. For comforting me." She said, blushing still. "Hey, no problem. I would be sad if my dad didn't come to the airport and didn't remember me." I replied. "Carson!!! I'm going next door to visit Gemma's dad! You guys may not remain in the same room... At least go outside!!" My mom yelled, and hustled us out.
I walked with her. "It's so hot..." She fanned herself. "Can we go inside?" "But mom..." I answered.. "Oh, right. Okay, I'll stay here a bit longer. I just don't want to be in the same house as my dad." She whispered. I looked at her, and I can tell she is crying in her heart, silently. "You shouldn't worry. He will remember you sooner or later!" I smiled, but even my smile doesn't comfort her. "But.. What if he never do that?! My own dad! He doesn't have memories of me, and who knows what he did outside our view?! Maybe he's got another girlfriend! He may break up with my mom! He might..." She exclaimed. "WHAT?! No! He'll never do that to you." I said. "You are the best daughter he'll ever have!" She looked away from me. "Gemma..." My hand just suddenly grabbed her hand, and we stood in silence.
~at my house~
We decided to go back. I entered my room, and Gemma followed me in. "Do you need space?" I asked. "No, that's okay." We sat on my bed, and her head falls right on my shoulder. Our hand is still held tight together. I looked at her, and noticed that she was crying. "Gemma! Uh, uh....." I exclaimed, grabbing some tissues that I keep on my shelve near my bed. *wipe.* She doesn't have any reaction when I wipe, so that means she's asleep. "Goodnight, Gemma." I smiled, and placed her in my bed. I tugged her in, letting her sleep soundly. I looked at her forehead, and decides to kiss her on the forehead. So I did. Then I left the room.
Heyyyy guys! This is a very special moment for Carson and Gemma. I hope you guys like it! They might be a couple soon...
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Gazing upon a star
RomanceCould you see another person when you just stared at the stars? That's what I've always been wondering about in my childhood, since my dad is always gone on a business trip and can't come back. Even if he does come back, he's just going to pack his...
