Meant To Be

Chapter 2

 

                I was sitting at home; it was the first week right after school had ended. I had been waiting for this day for about four weeks. It was Harry and mine’s first official date. I was more anxious than excited really, I mean back in third grade I never really thought I would be going out on a date with my best friend.

                I decided to try and dress up a little (even though it was just Harry), we were going to go to an outing in the park, there was going to be a jazz concert. Harry loved old music; I remember he would always make me listen to it when we were doing homework. I was wearing a white lace dress with my hair down and curled and of course my old chuck Taylor’s. I didn’t go anywhere without them.

                It was just about seven when I heard Harry’s car door shut. I ran down stairs as fast as I could because I didn’t want my parents to answer the door for him.  He escorted me out to the car, lightly touching my waist when I bet over to get in. “You look lovely Madeline.” He smiled in my direction, “Are you excited for the park?” I looked up from my lap and nervously said, “Yes, I can’t wait to see the band perform!” What am I talking about things could not have been more awkward. I could tell he felt the same way.

                When we arrived at the park we found a nice place in the middle not to crowded, so we could have our privacy. We sat there quiet for a while listening to the jazz music play on and on. I was trying not to show that I was bored, so I started a conversation. “Hey, Harry?” He turned to look at me “Yes Mady?” I hesitated for a moment because this was the question I have been prolonging to ask him ever since he asked me out on a date, “Why do you like me all of a sudden?” He looked around, “I well um… I don’t know why I just really like you.” He stopped and turned his body away from me as if he was embarrassed, “I wanted to ask you for months, you are just so beautiful.” I froze did he just call me beautiful? All of these years that he has known me whenever I was dumped, or was getting over a bad relationship, he thought I was beautiful? Why didn’t he tell me then?

                Suddenly I got furious and the silence prolonged in our conversation. I looked at him and as soon as I did his soft hazel green eyes looked me in the eyes. Then I realized how could I possibly be mad? “Harry you are the only person that has called me that in my life.” He smiled and suddenly I felt his warm hand take mine, his fingers close in around mine.

                I barely noticed the jazzy tune fading into a slow tempo. “May I have this dance?” Harry asked holding out his hand towards me, and with our hands still intertwined he lead me to an open patch of grass. With my head on his chest we danced to the song, with other couples joining in with us, and the time slowly passing on.