My Life Was Horrible. Until I met Him.

Chapter 2 (edited)

We had to walk a long, long, long way. Through bushes, over rocks, and between trees. Up and down hills. At first we each tried to make small talk but we both eventually gave up. The walk just took so much energy. And I was already so tired.

"How much longer?" I asked for about the millionth time.

He always answered in the same level-headed voice, "Almost there."

"You said that every other time I asked."

"Avery, we've only been walking for 10 minutes."

"Ugghhh!!! Then how much time left?" I asked again. Then as an afterthought I added, " I need a number."

"15? maybe."

I just nodded my head and continued walking. Once again it was silent. The only sound, our heavy breathing, and leaves crunching under our feet. I have to admit it was kinda nice.

"OK. We're here! At my truck I mean." He pronounced.

I hadn't even realized we had walked that far. Nice.

I looked up at his huge truck. It was a bright red Jeep Wrangler. Good lord this boy has good taste in vehicles.

"Nice," I said circling the Jeep.

"Get in," He replied.

I opened the large door and climbed inside. It had awesome leather interior with a beautiful stereo system. I knew this because as soon as he keyed the ignition it started playing The One That Got Away by Katy Perry.

Summer after high school when we first met

We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

And on my 18th birthday

We got matching tattoos

Momentarily forgetting where I was, I started singing along.

We stole your parents liquor

and climbed to the roof

talked about our future like we had a clue

never planned that one day I'd be loosing you

"You have a nice voice," Ty said to me.

I could feel my face heating and getting really red. I looked down and pretended to be interested in the floor lining.

"Thanks," I mumbled still looking at the floor.

I listened to the rest of the song. But I did not start singing again.

Then he did something unexpected. HE sung. It was beautiful. Like rain on a hot spring day. Like snow crunching under your feet after a hot couple of months. Like sun over the ocean covered in a thin veil of fog. Just gorgeous. Like him.

I could feel his eyes on me so I looked over at him. "Well. Aren't you gonna start singing? I love the sound of your voice."

Once again I could feel my face getting hot. I wasn't that good. Was I?

The song was now All Your Life by The band Perry.

I started singing along with it. I felt amazing. All because of him. And this was the best I had felt in years. Ever since my parents died when I was little. I could get used to this, I thought.

And then I did something I hadn't really done in a long time. Well, of course I had done the fake ones to keep my foster family happyish. But this time it was for real. A smile.

"OK. We're here," he said.

We were parked in front of a semi simple house made of brick with large bay windows, Freshly cut and manicured grass, and I could see a HUGE pool and a shed in the back.