The Beautiful Mistake

I grasped the phone from my mother's outstretched hands, and stood at the edge of her plush bed while pondering on what I was going to say to him, the boy on the other end of the phone. At that moment, I did not know he would affect my life, nor how. I started to space out, until a voice on the other end of the phone gently lulled me back to reality.

"Hello?"

Answer, you idiot. Don't just stand there! I was practically battling with myself to decide what to do.

Maybe I would be better off now if I hadn't responded. I'll probably never know; things do happen for a reason. His voice had a silky, deep sound to it which made my heart flutter. He sounded dreamy and nice, and appeared innocent, so that is what I labeled him as. He seemed perfect, but too perfect. That was his only flaw. On the other hand, I was shocked; he did not sound like the other boys my age, and his voice was much deeper than I expected.

"Hi? I mean, hi. I'm Annie, Laine's daughter, and I just wanted to wish you a happy...13th birthday?" my voice cracked while I looked at my mom to confirm his age.

"Oh, thanks," David sheepishly replied. After a long pause, I handed the phone to my mom, thinking nothing out of the ordinary. I wasn't the kind of girl who could make any situation less awkward, heck, I could not tell when situations were awkward.

I hoped he thought that I was nice. Wait, why did I ask myself myself this? I just met him! When I heard a woman's voice on the other end of the phone my mother was holding up to her ear, she smiled at me and gave a quick, "I love you."

I took that as my opportunity to leave the room and carry on with my daily routines.

That moment was the start of everything. Even though it sounded like nothing, it definitely felt like something. This was the beginning of his emails, letters, phone calls, and our little 'get-togethers'. It was the start of his crush on me, and my crush on him. The beginning of the end: our beautiful mistake.

Ever since then, we've called each other every night and talked endlessly. Despite the previous phone call, we were more open to each other and talked about the most random things. We were happy talking to each other, and the only thing that stopped us from losing our voice boxes was when our parents told us that we had to go to bed. David and I felt like we've known each other our whole lives. I loved that feeling, being able to tell someone anything and know that you wouldn't be judged.

May 25th, 2011, was our second time seeing each other. Since both of our mothers were close friends, we often saw each other after this night. This resulted in us being close as well. It was not a date, however, it was considered one by our terms. That night was amazing; I remember it perfectly. My mother and I drove all the way to Pennsylvania, to the hotel where we were supposed to meet each other. When we pulled up into the parking space in front of the hotel, I could see a boy staring right at me. Yep, this was David, I confirmed. His smile widened and he walked towards me when I walked through the revolving door. In the hotel room, I found it quite funny how he was rather shy, and looked at the floor a lot when he was around me. Was there something wrong with my hair? I scrunched up my nose, but shook off the thought when we were about to embark on our plans for the night. We went out to dinner, and got the smallest things on the menu, because we were embarrassed to eat in front of each other. After the trip, my mom drove me to the nearest fast food restaurant, because I insisted that I was dying from starvation. Silly things like these made the night even more special. It was a small restaurant, and we sat at a table near the front that seated four people: Myself, David, my mother, and his mother. I sat across from David, leaving my mother to my right, and his mother to his left.

After the meal, our mothers' hidden laughter at our shyness, and stolen glances at each other, we drove to the bowling alley. We rode in separate cars, and I sat in the passenger seat. It was 6:52 pm., the night was pitch-black, and the air had a calming chill to it. I stared out the window, watching several flickering street lights, and an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand down the concrete sidewalk. David told me a joke as he held the door for me when we walked inside the building. I was blinded by the sudden glare of lights that spilled into my eyes, which made it hard to see. The alley had the classic 'cheesy' look to it, like every other one in the town. The layout was nice, though: huge, spacious lanes to our right, restrooms to the left, and the counter straight ahead. There was a Dora bowling ball sitting on the counter, and I had begged him to take a picture next to it with me. I remember that he gave in, which was a really big deal because he hated pictures, and Dora.