Lights On Sixth Street

Chapter Three

My heart felt cold. He must be hurt. I walked up and sat next to him at the edge of the water. He shrugged. "I don't see a ring on your finger." He said.

"That's because he isn't the one for me." I bit my lip trying to think of more to say. "He's from where I used to live. He's in the past."

He looked into my eyes and his hurt poured into me. "Why don't you like me?"

"I like you.."

"Really do you mean it?"

"As a friend I like you."

He frowned. "That's not what I meant" He looked up at the sky. Then he laid there into the sand.

"I know our parents are setting us up Jack. I don't want a romance based on someone else's decision."

"I do like you though. I wasn't sure about you at first but when you play hard to get yet you know you like me too it just makes me feel like I belong to you. That I could be there for you whenever you need me and I am." His hand held mine. Our hands fit perfectly together.

"I don't know if we'd be couple material."

He lowered his face to mine. Then he pressed his lips against mine. He started to wrap his arms around me. I just couldn't fight back. I wanted to but I also wanted to be close to him from this point on. His touch was soft. His lips were comfy. "Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't feel anything right then and I'll stop coming on to you." He whispered in between breaths.

"I'd be lying if I said that." I blushed.

A smile met his lips as we laid there in each other's arms. I could have sworn nothing could get in our way until he said it. "What happened to your mom?"

Reality set in. I dropped my eyes from his. "She was my everything. I never thought she'd die. I knew dad hurt her. He hurt me too when he left us but I didn't realize how much it affected her until she was gone." I felt my eyes tear up. Never did I ever tell anyone the truth of what happened that night. I told people she wouldn't wake up after taking a nap. The doctors knew what happened but I told them not to say anything. I didn't want to talk about it with anyone. "She took a bunch of pills one night and before she fell asleep forever she told me a poem. Like the teenager I am I just sat at her bedside and cried. I didn't know what would happen."

"What was the poem?"

"Love is kind simple as the sky, Words cannot describe what we feel inside, for those who weep and those who mourn, their lives come always short, for it's not our fault about how we feel. Love is certainly real."

"She certainly was an amazing poet Abigail."

"She was the most beautiful women. She had a kind heart and even when I was little she'd talk through rimes. That's what we loved most about her. She was a novel. So is dad. I guess that's why they got along so well."

He held me. Eventually I fell asleep in his arms. I had no nightmares. I could see a picture of my mother smiling at me. When I opened my eyes I was in my room again. Jack probably took me home. To my surprise I heard a snore. Jack was sleeping right next to me. His arm laced around my waist. I smiled. He was peaceful. That was something I needed in my life. I snuggled against him. He mumbled. I turned over to face him. His eyes slowly opened and he rubbed them like a little kid. "Good morning sweetie." He whispered. My heart skips a couple beats. I blushed a deep red. I could tell he thought that was cute. I got up and picked out what to wear for the day. Still sitting on my bed he moaned and complained. "I think I should pick out your clothes from now on."

"Yeah okay whatever you say Captain." I said as I saluted him.

"No really I'm not joking." He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "I should pick out your clothes."