The One for Me

chapter 4- Realization, a Mustang, and a Robber

First off I am so so sorry for the late update! I'm super busy and all the free time I have is on the weekends. Babysitting and volunteering is so tiring!!!!! Anways, I tried to make this chapter longer and personally it isn't my favorite chapter but I at least tried. Also, as a forwarning I haven't even finished the next chapter so I'm guessing it will be even longer to update than this chapter.

All in all, lovelies, enjoy!!!!!

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Chapter 4- Realization, a Mustang, and a Robber

“Screw it!” I shouted out loud after I finished the flashback of our first kiss. I was alone in my apartment, of course, meaning I was just shouting to myself.

Something finally clicked inside me of what I needed, what I wanted. And that was Scott. I was going to do anything I could to make it right again and be able to tell him how I feel.

I quickly got up and took a hot shower. I let the water run over my body and let the steam consume the room. I turned the water off after twenty or so minutes. When I stepped out of the shower the steam engulfed me and I grabbed my tower and wiped the mirror off,

I looked at my reflection hardly believing that the girl that was staring at me was actually me. I looked so....gone. Gone, like I lost everything and there wasn't any point to actually living. I knew Scott was all I had left to live for.

When did I become the girl who was brokenhearted because of a guy? When did I become the girl who needed someone other than myself and I? More importantly, when did I become the girl who loved a guy enough to need him for more than just a friend?

I knew what had to happen now. I quickly threw on a black fitted tank top and a pair of short white, denim shorts.

I grabbed my purse stuffing my wallet that was on the dining room table inside and grabbed my keys off the hook hanging by the door. All while trying to slip into my black, sparkly flats without falling onto my butt.

Once I finally accomplished my goal of putting my shoes on successfully I was out the door.

I walked down the three flights of stairs to get down to the entrance. After slightly jogging to my car parked in the parking garage right across the street, I was soaked.

I wasn't really thinking when I picked shorts and a tank top apparently. Well, at least it was still warm just the water was freezing.

My beautiful 1970 mustang sat there looking depressed. There was just something about the red exterior and white interior that boosted my spirits no matter what the problem was.

“Baby! I know I haven't been able to see you very much lately but I think about you all the time. Trust me, beautiful, it would be hard to forget you.”

There went my crazy side again. Talking to myself and now the car. What was has gotten in to me lately?

Oh, right Scott.

I gave the hood a gentle pat before opening my door and stepping in.

Taking a deep breath I inhaled the fresh scent that I grew up with all my life. About four years ago both my parents passed away. My mother being the first to pass and my father just mere weeks later. I was heartbroken, of course seeing that my parents had both died. I knew that they passed peacefully but it was still tough to deal with.

They ended up leaving me their mustang that they bought, some furniture, and a small sum of money. My sister, Annabel, got the other mustang that was slightly newer, the house, and more money than me because of her two kids. Of course I love my nephews, Andrew and Alex, but sometimes they were highly annoying. Being twins they were the same age, meaning twice as much fun due to being in their terrible twos.

See my parents decided to get the red mustang, which is mine, for their twenty-fifth anniversary. I thought it was so cute how they would rarely fight and it was still cute how after being married for so long they still loved each other.

Then for their thirty-sixth anniversary they got the black mustang, which is the car my sister now owns.

My parents both shared their love for cars, mustangs in particular. Hence the reason for my newly found love for my mustang.

After giving the hood one last pat I slid into the car and let a soft sigh escape my lips. How I did miss my car dearly!

I buckled my seat belt and readjusted the mirrors. Before I started the engine I noticed a lone figure standing close to another car. It almost looked as if the person was breaking into the car.

“Great, just what I need! Like I need to report a crime when I need to be somewhere else.” I muttered. There I was going off and talking to myself again.

After sitting in my car for awhile just watching the guy's failed attempts at breaking into the black Audi. I decided I should either call the police or try to scare them away.

I guess I was in a daring mood because instead of calling the police, being the right thing to do and all, I slowly unbuckled.

I quietly opened the door and stepped out into the semi musty parking garage. As discrete as I could be I proceeded to approach the engrossed burglar.

When I was just a couple of feet behind the young man I could tell after getting closer to him. I could tell by his broad shoulders and muscular frame. No one I knew that was older than thirty looked that fit.

“Sir, I don't think you should be breaking into someone's car. Especially if it's one of my neighbor's car.” He jumped at the sound of my voice. The man was wearing a black zip-up sweatshirt and a pair of black pants and shoes.

When he turned towards my voice his hood ended up falling in the process. This allowed me a full on view of who he was.

“Shit!” We both said at the same time after having enough time for our brains to register who we talking to.

He quickly gained composure and gave me a knowing smile. “Charlotte.” That was all he said.

“Alex.”

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