You Could Be My Silver Spring

Our Second Meeting

The next morning I sat up in bed and I thought Lindsey was one big dream. I got ready for school in a daze. Nothing seemed real.

"Good morning sweetie!" My mother called as I came down the stairs, "you came in late last night. How did you sleep?"

"Good." I floated over to the fridge and got out some grape juice. "Sorry about being late, I gave someone a ride home."

"That was nice of you Tee-Dee." She said, rubbing my back as I poured myself a glass.

"I gotta go, I'll be late." I hugged my mom and waved to Chris, before downing my juice.

On the way to school I drove by Lindsey's house, just to check if last night was real. It was. I saw his bike next to the house and the lights on downstairs.

The whole school day went by so slowly. All I could do was think about Lindsey and what I was gonna wear and how I was gonna do my hair.

The final bell rang and I practically ran out to my car, quickly waving off Robin.

I walked into the house and realized I was home alone. I ran up the stairs and straight to the record player in my room. I put on High Tides and Green Grass by The Rolling Stones and I danced around my room for a while.

At 2:55 I threw on a sundress, grabbed my song book, keys, and a pencil just in case, and got into my car.

When I pulled into Lindsey's drive, he was waiting outside, guitar in hand. He still looked perfect. It was another piece of evidence that last night did exist.

"Hello Miss Stevie," he said cheerfully.

"Hey." I said as he got in the car.

We pulled into the parking lot of China Beach and got out.

"This is my favorite beach around here," I told him. "The sand is beautiful."

"It's perfect." He grabbed his guitar and put the strap around his neck.

"Ya know," I put my hand on his knee "I'm really glad I met you."

"I am too. You seem to connect with me like no one else I've ever met." He stopped playing. "Do you think I can read some of these?" He held up my book of songs.

"Sure," I sighed, "they aren't that good anyways."

"Bullshit." He flipped through the old notebook and picked one to read.

"How do you always trust your first initial feeling." He was speaking the words of a song I called 'Crystal'.

"That's not finished yet. It has no chorus." I walked back over and plopped down next to him.

"Maybe we can fix that," he read over the rest of the lyrics. "Could you sing it to me?"

"Um," I blushed, "I guess," I said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Do you always trust your first initial feeling. Special knowledge, holds true, bears believing."

My face got redder. "Then maybe some sort of chorus."

"That was beautiful." He lifted my face with his hand. "Do you wanna keep singing?"

"Mmm-hmm" my vocal chords weren't working suddenly, he was taking my breath away. "But maybe you wanna try singing?"

"I-I don't know..." He looked down at the book. "I guess I could. If you want me to."

"I do." I looked up at him.

"Ok I'll try."

"How the faces of love change, turning the pages, and I have changed, oh but you, you remain ageless."

"Tha-" I began to speak but he held his hand out, motioning for me to stop.

He continued to play his guitar to a perfect tune he was creating as he went.

"I turned around and the water was closing all around, like a glove, like the love that has finally, finally found me. And I knew, in the crystaline knowledge of you. Drove me through the mountains, through the crystal like a clearwater fountain. Drove me like a magnet. To the sea. To the sea. To the sea yeah."

I was breathless. It was perfect. And so was he.

"I..." I paused, unsure. "Kind if like you."