Another Piece of Me {DISCONTINUED}

one foot in front of the other

I, Melany Ramson, was fully being swept off of my feet.

Wow.

Dean gets me. I get Dean. This is amazing.

It's like we're going through the same thing.

Dean looks at the sky, such a brilliant blue that it looks artificial. He inspects the time on his watch. He looks conflicted, then finally gives up trying to find the right answer for himself and looks at me. Our eyes meet and I feel nervous, happy, and sad, all mixed in some weird combination that seems fitting to me. His green eyes meet my turquoise eyes. I love this moment. I think back to when Dean was carrying me to his car. He acted like I was the most precious thing in the world and recalling the memory makes me blush. The fact that he's still looking at me makes my blush deepen. Dean notices, blinking fast. "You look so cute when you blush."

"Oh. Ha. Thanks." Dean blushes again at my remark.

"I was wondering, do you just wanna skip the rest of the day? Blake covered for me and said I was taking care of someone, which I was. From what I heard from my mates, that Mikey kid covered for you. Weird, huh?"

"Dean Tailor, are you asking me on a date?" I say, giggling at his way of getting this to happen.

"That depends, Ramson..." He says. His blush spreads.

He pauses.

"are you willing to be my princess for the day?" He's giving this huge smile, like a kid who found candy.

"Why can't this princess be independent, British boy?" I smirk.

"Cause I know she needs someone to save her. If she didn't need me, I wouldn't be here. She is independent. Just not now."

"You got me there..." I say, trusting Dean with everything that burdens me.

Hold on.

What's wrong with me? I just told the guy I liked, who barely knows me, note that, that I'm a mess. My grip loosens on Dean's hand. I mean, I guess not everything. My personality isn't the topic of today I guess. Not that I want it to be...a least just yet.

"Something wrong, love?"

I hesitate. "Can I trust you? We only just met. The stuff that's in here," I motion to my head "...stays in here. Okay? No one's supposed to know, otherwise I'd have these marks all over me, and I'd be targeted by the same fourteen people every day. I can guarantee this whole day would be on repeat for the rest of my high school career."

"Well, we can take it slowly. One foot in front of the other, I guess. I understand Melany. I trust you more than anyone. I don't know how I know that, but I do."

We keep walking, but not towards the school. We walk towards the field that's a couple minutes away. Soon, the field is in sight, dotted with beautiful wildflowers and secluded by a ring of trees. I grew up running in this field. Kalvin and I came here all of the time. Ellie and the two of us came here once. She made me another crown, this one out of daises. I ran through the field with Ellie by my side after being begged to play fairies with her. Kalvin sat in the grass and watched us, laughing. My grip on Dean's hand tightens yet again out of wanting reassurance.

"Melany?"

"Yes?"

"What's wrong, love?"

"Uh-just memories. Lots of memories from here."

"Oh. Happy ones?"

"Yeah. Really happy ones. Some were happy. Now some aren't."

"I see."