Just Another Love Story

From Bad To Worse

After getting about ten minutes of sleep last night and barely making it through my last class with out passing completely out, all I could think about when I was on the bus was getting off, going home, sleeping and getting rid of this major headache.

I drag myself off the bus and all the way to my front steps. I look at my drive way and am immediately confused. My moms car is there. Is she supposed to be at work? Huh. That weird. Maybe she lost her keys and had to get a ride with my sister again. I don't pay it much more attention, unlock the front door and walk in.

Once I walk in I am even more confused. I see my dad with him arm around my mom consulting her while she is crying on his shoulder. It is especially weird because my mom and dad are divorced and can barely have a whole conversation without someone yelling. My dad looks up at my with tears streaming down his tomato red cheeks. I see him and start freaking out right away. "What's going on?! What happened?!" I say nervously. I hear my dad barely get out the words "Your aunt passed away today." "What?!" I say as I burst into tears. "The cancer spread to her lungs and she just couldn't do it anymore." My mom says in between the huge breaths she was taking.

I bolt out of the house and run as fast as I can to my special spot. I hit the sand and fall to my knees, about six inches from the crashing waves. I grab sand, shells, and anything else near my and just throw it at the water. How could this happen?! I saw her last week and she seemed to be getting better!? This day just turn from a bad day to the worst day of my life.

I finally calm down some and I am sitting there with my hands over my face when I hear a familiar voice. "Hannah..." "Are you okay?" It was a low manly voice and I knew exactly who it was. I turn around with my face still soaking with my tears and see him standing there. It was Josh. He stood there with his hands out gesturing me to hug him. I sat up from the sand and ran to him embrace. Just his touch made me feel a million times better.

After about seven minutes of his warm hug I look up at him, making eye contact and as sincerely as I can I say, "Thank you. Thank you for being here for me. It really does mean a lot." With the biggest smile I can give at the time. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a kiss that made me forget about everything negative. I forgot about all my problems, my brain just felt full of good things. It felt like my mind was a meadow filled with dandelions and sunflowers and the only two people there was us. When his soft lips leave mine I snap back in to reality. I look at his face and smile as he kisses my forehead and says, "You're welcome."