After such a long wait the day had finally arrived, I was going to see Haim live tonight. It was 6:05 a.m. I began to blast Haim's album throughout my apartment.
By the time I was ready, 35 minutes had passed. It was pretty chilly, my car was on the other side of the street. I was too excited to notice a car coming my way. The driver press the brakes just in time.
My heart immediately dropped, when I noticed the driver getting out of his seat, his fist were clenched tightly and he began to walk towards me.
"Hey, dumbass. Can't you see this is a fucking road?" His scratchy words were thrown at me like rocks. I've never been spoken to in this kind of tone. He strongly shoved me into the car behind, quickly setting off the alarm. The man with the scratchy voice looked around before he hurried to his car.
I let out a sigh of relief. The owner of the car came rushing out, spitting out hateful language. As I walked away to my car, I flipped the short man the finger.
I felt so much safer in my little, grey car. My phone rang, it was Darla calling to see why I wasn't at her house yet.
"I'll get there, when I get there" I spoke into the phone before hanging up. There was no way I was going to tell my girlfriend what had just happened, she believe in bad luck too much. Nothing was going to ruin tonight.
I quickly started up my car and drove away from the angry man still complaining about his car.
I never understood why Darla didnt move in with me, I had just turned twenty two, had my associate degree in architecture, my own apartment, I still went to college, and I maintained a job. Darla and I had been together for five years. Although her family had disowned her because of her sexual preferences, she still refused to move in with me.
Darla had so much pain in her life, with almost getting raped, not knowing anything about her father until recently, and her family disowning her and all. She was strong. Darla always made me feel like the strongest in the relationship, but in reality I looked up to her.
I finally arrived outside her house. When I heard yelling in the distance immediately assumed it was her and her mother. I admired Darla's beauty as she approached my car. Her long blonde hair. Her soft brown eyes. As she drew nearer, I saw tears streaming down her face. She got into my car.
"Drive." She demanded.
"Hey, baby. What's going on?" I tried my best to comfort her.
"I told you to drive." She said with more force. I unbuckled my seat belt and turned towards her.
"Look, baby," I gently said, reaching for her hands to wrap my own hands around. "I love you. You're going to need to start opening up. Keeping all these emotions inside is not healthy. I dont want you to begin to hurt yourself again." Shit, why did I bring that up. I had promised not to speak about that. Darla immediately took her hands away from mine.
"Are we going to go, or not?"
I turned back and put my seat belt on. I knew I had hurt her with her past. I let out a sigh of frustration. Why couldn't she just communicate with me.
The whole two hour drive to San Francisco was silent. Nothing but the radio on. The only movement Darla made was to fix her makeup.
"Darla, you don't need that. You're so beautiful." I tried to cheer her up with compliment. I never really could shower her with them, she always assumed I was lying.
She grunted in disgust. Which fired me up I took the next exit off the freeway and parked the car.
"Get out." I had lost my gentile voice now. I took off my seat buckle and got out of the car. As I walked to her side of the car I could tell she was confused. Once darla got out Immediately sat down on the cold sidewalk.
Darla with the most confused look on her face asked, "Jo, What are you doing?" Her eyes began to wonder around, trying to see if anyone was staring.
"Tell me what's wrong. I'm not going anywhere until you speak up. You need to communicate with me." Would I really stay here and miss the concert for this? I don't think I was that determined to get answers.
Darla's eyes began to let out tears. Wait, no I didnt mean for this to happen. I slowly got up and wrapped my arms around her, rubbing small circles on her back with my hand. She had her hands covering her face.
"There, there. It's going to be fine." I spoke to her in a calm whisper. "Forgive me for pressuring you. I cannot stand how bad our relationship has been."
"Then leave, leave me like everyone else." she said after pushing me off her.
"There is no reason for me to go. Well, unless Danielle Haim.." she slapped my arm before letting me finish. I let out a light chuckle.
"Darla, do you know how much I care for you?" Her back was towards me, but I knew I had her attention. "I honestly do not think I could put it Into words. I want to be the only one to make you happy."
Was right now the right time? I didn't plan for this to happen so soon. I opened the car door and pulled out a small box out of the glove compartment.
By this time I had all of Darla's attention, she was finally facing me.
"Both you and I had bad pasts, but that has nothing to do with how our future is going to end up being. I love you." By this time I was down on my knee. "Let me love you, I promise I'll love you forever. I won't ever let you forget." I opened the box with a ring and let her eyes reflect the glowing of the ring.
"Marry me" I could not believe I had just let those words come out of my own mouth. With her hands covering her mouth she slowly shook her head. What!? No!?
"Ohh, baby. Yes, yes." She attacked me with her hug. Causing both of us to fall. She filled me with kisses all over my face.
Throughout the three hour wait for the theaters to open doors, I could see Darla staring at her ring that hug around her left ring finger. She had told so many people I began to lose count.
Mostly everyone she told you were surprised that we were even gay. They would say we look "normal." The whole time I kept my hands in my pockets and a blank expression on my face. Why was I regretting this already?
"Darla, do you mind if I walk around the block? I promise to be back before they open doors." Darla gave me a slight nod following a kiss on my cheek.
As I began my walk, my mind was only thinking of what I had done earlier and is it was the right choice. My fiancée was so happy. Woah, it felt strange to have to address her like that instead of girlfriend.
Before I turned the next corner, I caught a glimpse of what seems to be the Hiam sisters walking into Starbucks. A large SUV stopped right in between the sisters and I. Without hesitation, I found myself running to the other side of the street.
I checked myself with the reflection of the window. I found a 5ft 10in girl with, long brown wavy hair staring back at me. I never thought I was extremely attractive, but I was always satisfied with my looks.
There they were after opening the door I could see the beautiful and talented girls. I needed to talk to them, but I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.
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Thank you to anyone reading. Special thanks to Als.
