The Time Capsule (Old Version)

Chapter Forty-Four

Greg

 I chuckle as the sound of Queen echoes through my back yard. Of course Amber would change the music at last minute. When Selena came rushing down the aisle I was worried that something had happened. Two scenarios flashed through my mind; she got kidnapped or changed her mind. Both of them didn’t have good outcomes.

It was only when Selena sent a smile my way that I felt a little bit more at ease, but not totally. I still wanted to know what was taking so long. “I’m about to go drag her down here.” I mumble, watching the sky slowly darken as the sun goes down. We had wanted to get married at sunset and that was quickly fading away.

Selena lets out a laugh, obviously hearing me under my breath, “She’ll be here, don’t worry. Give us two minutes before you totally freak.” With that she hurried back down the aisle, finished with whatever she was doing. No more than a minute later Amber came walking in to no other but “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”

Amber playfully glared at me as she read her not out loud. Our deal on when to open the letters was agreed upon not too long after our engagement. We thought it would be a cute and “fun addition to our wedding” as Amber put it. She was right. The look Amber was giving me as she read aloud the sappy love story that as her note was priceless. But it also made me nervous about my own note. Amber told me it was “sweet,” and in girl terms, that means I must have done something right. But do I really want to have written a “sweet” letter as a fourteen year old?

Amber finishes up hers with a blush and I smile at her, “I guess that makes it my turn. Though I don’t know why anyone would want to know what’s going through the mind of a 14 year-old boy.” The crowd laughs as I unfold the piece of paper.

Dear Future Greg,

How’s life at 30? I can’t imagine all of the technology there must be now. Do you have flying skateboards like in Back to the Future? Or what about robot-maids? I always thought it would be-

Amber coughs, cutting me off. I look up from the letter, “skip that part,” she whispers, “third paragraph on the fourth page.”

I follow her directions and flip through the pages, quickly scanning them and noticing that I went on for quite some time talking about technology and the future. This action once again got the crowd laughing, “sorry guys, I guess I wasn’t the most interesting teenager.” Finally I found the ‘sweet’ part of the letter that Amber was talking about.

Now onto the topic of girls. It’s seems that one finds himself in a hard place when there are only two girls he’s capable of holding a conversation with. And the obvious one to have any interest in is already taken and has had dibs on since before time. So that leaves me with Amber. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with Amber. She’s smart, because of me. She has perfected her cheerleading, because of me. She can even now ballroom dance, because of, well, my mom and me.

And it’s not like I’m settling, Ambers great, fantastic, amazing. She’s my best friend so of course I’d feel this way. I’m sure a relationship between us is inevitable; statistically we’re bound to fall for each other. Might as well start that now instead of later. That way we won’t have to be the two awkward people left out when we’re around the sickly lovey-dovey couple of James and Selena.

That’s the logical reasoning for being with her. There’s really no other way to look at it. James told me that the fact that I hate it when she’s dating some other guy or how I get nervous around…that that means I love her. But honestly, that’s not logical. That doesn’t mean anything. There’s no proof of that, no facts. So until he can show me facts, I’m going to stick to the logical side of the things. The factual side. And the factual sides telling me to date her.