Letters Away

I. 16th January 2009

Happiness.

That was a feeling she's having right now, but also had not felt these past three months. He had abruptly stopped his letters, opting to send it a month after that, reminding her that three more days, at the 19th of January, he was going to have his birthday, and he was going to celebrate it on his hometown, the one he has left six months ago.
The letter was in her hands, her trembling hands. Adelaide opened the seal again for the second time, trying not to tear it apart,

Dear Adelaide,

At 18th of January, I'm going to be there for my 19th birthday. I'm going to stay there probably for 2 weeks, and I'll be off to London again. I'm so sorry I hadn't sent you letters for three months, but I'm having a problem here. A rather big one.

I am going to tell you something important right after I got off the boat, because you're going to pick me up, right? We'll go to our meeting place, and of course, after I put my baggage. I'll probably arrive there at 11:45 am. I'm so happy that I'm going to see you, Addie.

Once again, I'm sorry I hadn't sent you those letters.

Lots of love,
Cammie.

She almost squeal out of joy, running her way to her beloved parents, the Mr. and Mrs. Brexton. "What's wrong, Ade? You're acting so childish," her father, Mr. Lachlan, joked. "I just got the letter from Cammie," she relented, almost breathlessly, "he was going to be here in...two days! Can I drive your car, Dad? I want to pick him up from the port—"

"Hold your horses, Adelaide," her mother, Ms. Ava, chuckled merrily. "We all are very happy to hear that too," she set her glistening eyes to her daughter, "especially knowing that you may be proposed soon, or maybe even...a day after tomorrow!"
Their daughter had not been a closed-up person for all they could remember. She would tell them every cruxes of their dates, of course not telling them the very details; their pecks on the lips. But, after all, she had even told them that he had promised to propose to her as soon as he got home; and at his 19th birthday would be the perfect time. However, getting a yes from a mother does not mean the father would agree too, "Why would my beloved daughter go with another man, leaving her parents behind? Never in my life would I allow it," the man groaned dramatically, knowing that his life's love and daughter would be laughing.

As expected, they both had been doubling over, laughing heartily, "I would never leave my mother and father behind, and you knew it from long, long ago, father," she grinned, leaving him to grimace jokingly.
"Father, mother, may I excuse myself to Keera's house? I need to tell her the news as soon as possible," she grinned wider if possible, "maybe she would need time to prepare a grill to BBQ him because of the possibility me being proposed by him!" she joked, knowing that her way of thinking is not entirely impossible.

     "Safe journey, honey," Ms. Ava pecked her on the cheeks, "we wouldn't want him to propose you on your death bed, wouldn't we?"
     Mr. Lachlan chuckled, agreeing with her, "cycle at a slow speed, okay, honey?" Adelaide jokingly rolled her eyes, nodding at what both of them had said. "Bye!" she called out as she was already outside on the pavement.

     Making her way to the garage, she found her striking blue with black highlights bike, feeling extremely proud that it was clean without any scratch. She took it out slowly, closing the garage on her way out. Swinging her legs on either side of the bike, she started to cycle, feeling the breeze hitting her on the face.

On her way, she hummed an old lullaby; her guilty pleasure.

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     Not long after, she had arrived at the destination. "Keera! Open the door," she yelled, "I need to talk about something that will surely...irritate you!" she finished with a small tug at her side of the lips.

"Ugh! What a beautiful day, indeed, to be woken up at freaking 8am by my dearest friend!" Keera went out, her usually beautifully styled hair looking like a bird nest, the sarcasm laying ever so thick at her tone, "Just...come in." Keera groaned, wanting to wipe that little smirk of victory off Adelaide's face.

Adelaide parked her bike right beside Keera's blue scooter and ran to the entrance, shocking Keera a bit, "What has gotten into you, Adele? Maybe I should call the Animal Control..." Keera joked, making Adelaide playfully pout. Adelaide had sat at the couch, not waiting to be invited; they had already passed courtesy, after all.
"You know, Keera! Guess what happened?" Adelaide gleefully told Keera to guess. Keera was still half-asleep; she had always been a heavy sleeper. "Gah! Someone offered you to inhale helium and the stimulant effect is getting to you? No?" Keera may or may not have jokingly guessed.

Adelaide dramatically exhaled, "No, of course! Cammie just sent me a letter! He is going to be here in two days to celebrate his 19th birthday, Keera! That'll be the perfect time for him to propose! What should I do, Keera?" she was coming off like a train, her words all tied.

Keera was now fully awake, watching her friend with excitement and worry, "I don't want to be a dream crusher, Adele," she smiled sadly, "but we don't know what might happen in the future. It might be for the best if you don't expect too high. After all, he was only going to be 19. And you're still 17!" Keera had now chuckled, the serious tone coming off her shoulders.
Adelaide thought that it made sense; they were still so young. Her cloud of anticipation had slowly dissipated, feeling that it is reality, not a soap drama she is living in. "Maybe you're right, Keera," she slowly said, "I guess all I can do now is...drag you to jog at the park!" Adelaide had now fully and menacingly smirked at the dreaded look her friend was showing.

"Oh, Merlin! No!" Keera had recently watched Harry Potter, so maybe it was why she was quoting it every now and then.

Keera ran her way through her house, wanting to lock herself in the bathroom. Unfortunately, she was not fast enough to do just that, or practically just too clumsy to do that; she had stumbled across a cable, "Dammit," Adelaide heard Keera mutter.
"Ha! Thank the Universe for making that happen," Adelaide spoke loudly, staring skyward, as if thanking the Universe, hoping that it would get across it. Adelaide had now begun dragging Keera to her bedroom; more figuratively than literally.

There was no need for Adelaide to tell Keera to change her clothing. After all, jogging every Saturday morning is their daily routine. After a minute or two, Keera had gone out, wearing a tracksuit, "Now that's better!" it wasn't a lie; compared to a pajama with explosive gooey design on it, looking similar to a zombie's saliva, a simple tracksuit is much more better.

After a breakfast that Keera's mother had served, they went to jog peacefully, listening to the birds' chirps every now and then.

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A good chapter, aye,
I got this idea from my innocent side of my mind. If there is a story that is similar to this, I don't copy it.

And this is kinda my first story written in third person's point of view, so maybe it will be amateurish.

Thanks for the time you put into reading this piece of words. Votes, reads, and comments are appreciated very much.

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