I couldn't conceive life without Dwayne. It was impossible to acknowledge that just a few months ago, I met Prince Charming, but now he wanted to crossover from my Disney movie into the sick, twisted world of high school relationships.
I picked up my phone again for the first time since Dwayne and I talked and I just sat there for a while, pondering what to do next.
There was nothing to do next. It was then I realized that most of my earthly joy was based on other people. That certainly wasn't a good thing.
I remember back in elementary school, we would play with petals and flowers and go, 'he loves me'...' he loves me not'.
Then it struck me, if he actually cared, he wouldn't just leave me like that. I could just leave everything up to fate, couldn't I? Friends come and go, but family stays. I dropped my phone and fell back onto my bed.
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I whistled a tune in class and Sharon repeatedly looked back to stare at me. She had never seen me this happy before.
The irony of it all, I was supposed to be broken, but somehow, I felt happy believing that fate had a blueprint, and if I just followed it, everything would be just fine. God told us he had plans to give us a good ending. If perfection was attainable in life, the only way to even claw at it was by following God's blueprint for us.
All of that thinking going on, and I was supposed to be learning Latin
"Someone's happy," Sharon teased, after we had left class.
I smirked, "Yeah."
She was glowing today, and I was led to believe that had something to do with Jay.
"Jay, am I right?"
I pouted, "As a matter of fact, darling, you're wrong."
Her eyebrows knitted closely together.
"No? What is it then?"
My phone buzzed and I glanced at it, making sure Sharon didn't see it.
I don't want to leave, saying goodbye over a call. Could you come meet me at the airport by 7?
I bunched my lips together, I had already forgotten what Sharon said. "Em, sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, guilt ridden.
She sighed and waved it off.
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I looked round in the airport, and I couldn't find him. I glanced at my phone again to be sure it was 7, and it was.
I leaned onto the wall and crossed my arms, deciding that he was probably late. A few minutes later, someone else joined me.
"Waiting for someone?" she asked.
I nodded. I wasn't exactly in the mood for starting a conversation with a stranger.
She sighed, and I heard emotion behind the sigh, "Aren't we all?"
Something inside me motivated me to try and understand what she meant.
"Sorry?"
She nodded, "We're all waiting for someone to swish in and make our lives perfect."
Her words were hitting all the right chords in my heart.
"Funny thing is, we could wait forever, but no one has a bigger say in our lives than us."
Wisdom coming from someone who looked around my age.
I looked up and saw him walking past me, a pamphlet in hand.
"Dwayne!" I called.
He turned round and his eyes lit up when he saw me.
I rushed at him and hugged him.
"Amber, hey," he said, his arms still wrapped around me.
"You said 7, it's thirty past already," I said, pulling away.
He sighed and nodded, "Yes. Yes it is."
"You'll miss your flight!" I yelled.
"I'd rather miss my flight than miss the most beautiful experience I could ever have," he started, taking my hand, "With you, that is."
I blushed. Then I snapped out of it.
"Look, Dwayne, you don't have to stay for me. Really," I said, meaning every word.
He glanced at the floor for a second then looked back at me.
"I don't have to, but I want to."
He was tearing me apart from the inside. My heart couldn't handle this much affection.
I hugged him tightly and he rocked my body from left to right, placing a light kiss on my hair before snuggling his face against mine.
I didn't rely on him to be happy anymore. I relied on love. It wasn't about the individual, it was the rush of feeling affection. No, Dwayne didn't make life perfect, love did.
A/N
I wrote this through a major headache because @tomcklin was subtly threatening to kill me. I hope it makes sense, and yay! Dwayne. I actually had a conflict within myself when I was writing this, on whether it would be better to have Dwayne leave or not, but I eventually decided on him staying. Evidently, I can't harm a strand of his hair without @tomcklin getting annoyed, but it's all good lol
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I Heart My Best Friend
أدب المراهقينHis name was Jay, hers was Amber. They had almost nothing in common, they had grown up together as best friends and now they were stepping into the world of high school, will their friendship hold or bloom into something more?
