And after that, everything went perfectly. I couldn't have asked for anything better. We went strong, and no problems appeared.
Cute short kisses with him was my everday life-style.
On the bus, we'd kiss constantly.
Although I wouldn't of minded some tongue action, but I didn't mind. I don't think I was ready, and anyways, I was happy with what I had.
Oliver was amazing, and I had no complaints whatsoever.
He meant everything to me, and I couldn't risk losing him.
I could not imagine life without him.
I don't remember how was living life before him.
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It was a morning in May.
The clasp on my bracelet wouldn't shut.
"MOM? Can you help me put this on?" I shouted.
"Sure honey, just give me a sec," she said as she flipped over an omlette.
She turned around, and looked down at the bracelet.
"Aw, that's a cute bracelet. Where'd you get it?" she asked as she fixed the clasp on.
"Uh... Oliver gave it to me for my birthday."
"What a sweet friend," she said, and returned to making breakfast.
'Friend'. Oh Mom, do you not recognize the name Oliver? Oh well.
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It was second period. French class.
I was bored, Mr. Levesque was going on about how we should prepare for our upcoming test.
Blah, blah, blah.
My fingers traveled to my wrist, in hopes of fidgeting with my bracelet. My fingers felt up and down my arm but couldn't find my bracelet.
'Strange,' I thought, and looked down at my wrist.
My eyes bulged and I nearly screamed.
This couldn't be happening.
Please, no.
This could not be happening to me.
The bracelet was gone.
I checked my other arm, maybe I'd put it on a different arm today?
No.
I was freaking out.
Where the hell was it? Could it be in this classroom? Oh God, PLEASE let it be in this classroom.
I ducked down and scanned the carpeted floor.
No such luck.
I panicked.
How could I have not noticed earlier?
WHY AM I SUCH A RETARD?
That was like Oliver's entire savings. Okay, not really, but he went through a lot to get me that bracelet. He starved himself for me.
Oh god, why. Why?
I glanced up at the clock.
15 more minutes until break started.
I tuned in to listen to Mr. Levesque.
Still going on about that upcoming test. Important information I should be listening too, but I'm way too busy freaking out and trying to find my bracelet.
I guess I'd have to retrace my steps and find it, hope for the best.
I closed my eyes. 'Please, please, please let me find it. Or please let it have been one of my friends stealing it from me as a joke. Please, please, please..' I thought to myself.
"Ms. Evans, are you listening?" he asked me.
"Yes, yes Mr. Levesque. You were saying how Chapter 8 is one of the main focuses in the test."
"That's right, and also...."
And more jabbering about the test.
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I slowly walked down the stairs, scanning every step for a glint of the crystal. I made it down to my locker floor, I checked my homeroom, I checked the bathroom, I checked the library.
Where could I have lost it?
Maybe someone found it and they kept it?
Why didn't I feel it slip off my wrist?
Didn't anyone see it fall?
If they did, why didn't anyone tell me?
Was it one of my friends?
If it was, wouldn't they have given it back to me by now?
Maybe they forgot about it.
Where was my bracelet?
I came home that day with a glum face.
My mom didn't bother asking me what had happened, she just fixed me a nice snack.
The chocolate chip cookies merely dissolved and didn't have any effect on my mood.
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I spent another day just flitting around the school in search of my bracelet.
When the bell signaled another day coming to an end, I just wanted to break down and cry.
I couldn't find it anywhere.
Maybe it was a sign.
I sighed, cringing at the sight of my bare wrist.
I gave up searching then; it had to be a sign of some kind.
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The Six Degrees Of Separation
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