Finish Line

15

My article was published. I was receiving so much amazing feedback from the readers and it was incredible. It left everyone wanting more, just as Boston had asked for. I was astonished at the following of the article. People everywhere were talking about it and it made my heart sing. The next few days I had spent on the beach and helping my mom with wedding stuff. We picked up her dress, ordered the flowers, ordered the cake, we even ordered chairs for the ceremony. Mom decided she wanted the wedding on the water, right outside the house. 

Austin had been building a runway so she could walk in heels across the sand without tripping and falling in the middle of the ceremony. She was so excited. My grandma gets in tonight, she's been traveling around Africa for the past year and made sure she was able to come back before the wedding. I'm picking her up. 

She got this kid who I went to school with to DJ the wedding. I guess he played Coachella and he's hella good so I approved of her choice. She picked her wedding song and it's beautiful. It's perfect for her and Austin. Every Breath You Take by The Police. 

I get in my car and plug in my aux. I listen to Malibu because Miley Cyrus is my idol and I love her.  I begin my journey to the airport to get my grandma. It's about an hour there and back. I need to go back to Portland in a week or so to pick up the table clothes my mom ordered, so I make a mental note to remember to do that. 

We were having some friends over tonight for a small party thing before the wedding. Basically they just wanted to get together with all of their friends and hang out. I'm currently wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt so I will need to change when I get home. 

My grandma was waiting outside for me when I arrived. I helped her get her bags into the car and pulled her into a hug. 

"So how've you been grandma?" I smile, looking at the road as I made small conversation. 

"I've been good! How's college? How's volleyball? Congrats on the job by the way! So proud of you," She exclaims as she chews her gum. 

"It's really really good! I love it there! Volleyball is going really well and thank you! It means the world," I respond with a smile on my face. 

We catch up the rest of the way home. She rants about grandpa and his weird rabbit hunting obsession. She tells me that he's flying in a few days from now so that gives her some time to have control over the wedding before he starts putting his nose into her business. 

We arrive back home and there are already cars parked everywhere along the roads. I guess the party already started. I don't pay much attention to the cars parked. There aren't too many, just a few. It's dark out front so it seems like they all look the same. I slightly recognize a few but that's not saying much. 

We enter the house and my mom greets me warmly. I start upstairs to change but she stops me. 

"There's someone here to see you," She smiles firmly. I give her a side glance as she points towards the deck. 

My eyes landed on one person, standing on the deck. The entire group had moved, making a pathway for me to get through. Holding white roses and wearing that stupid leather jacket, everyone behold Dylan Keely. 

I can easily say that I froze. I didn't know whether to run or jump in his arms. I took slow steps as I made my way closer and closer to him. Finally I was standing directly in front of him. He gave me a small smile. 

"Raimy Daniele Munro, I am attracted to you simply because you are thrilling," He read my article. He actually read it. He actually cared enough to read it and was careful enough to know it was about him. He knew. That's what matters.