Finding You(on hold)

Me, You, and the Honeymoon Suite?

~In the car an hour later~

Collin

Neither Melody or I were talking and that worried me. What was she thinking about? Does she know about the proposal? She couldn't. Unless she was spying but I would have heard her. Maybe her sister heard and told her. She was looking at her phone a lot. Maybe something was up.

"Hey Mel? You okay you haven't said anything since we left your dad's."

"Yeah sorry.I guess I'm just nervous because I haven't seen anybody in two months and I get to see them all."

"Don't be nervous it's not like they hate you for moving."

"They might."

I grabbed her hand from across the seat, "Melody no one is going to hate they'll probably hug you until you turn blue. Don't worry about it .Nothing is going to happen."

She stayed silent for a moment, "What if my mom is there?"

I hadn't thought about this, her mom did come to the game from time to time to watch her sister cheer. "I don't think she will unless your sisters says something about the game. Does she know your coming?"

"Amber does, but not my mom unless she told her."

"I don't think she would have for your sake."

"What if it slipped out?"

"Then I think she would have told you," her hand was beginning to shake in mine.

"Calm down Mel, everything will be alright."

"I-" she cut herself off.

"It will be okay. And if it's not, I'm here, remember?"

"I know but they can say thing without you hearing them."

I unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her closer to me in the middle." Melody you are the most amazing girl in the world. And I want you to see that you mean more to me than anyone else and I love you, other people do too. Why can't you see that?" I asked her.

She looked at her hands in her lap as if she were holding the answer there.

"You have absolutely no reason to insecure. You're beautiful, sunrise to sunset, and you know I'm not the only who thinks that about you. Everyone is always talking about how sweet and nice you are."

"I've never heard them," she says. A tear fell out of her eyes and dropped on to her jeans leaving a dark spot on them.

"Please don't cry Mel, you know I love you." I pulled over to the side of the road and pulled her closer to me. She laid her head on my chest and started crying even harder.

"I tried so hard for her." she cried into my chest.I knew she was referring to her mother.

"I know you did, but she's a bitch and won't understand that you were doing your best for her."

She moved her head into my neck and I pulled her onto my lap.

"Why do you love me?" she asked.

"Because the first day I met you I thought you were cute and wanted to get something going. And then we became friends and I learned more about you and found I was falling in love with you. And all your beautiful mistakes."

"Why? What makes my mistakes so lovable?" I knew she was speaking more to herself than she was me now.

"Because I love fixing them for you." I told. She needs to know she's loved.

She looked up from my neck and smiled at me. "You're my cracks." she said and placed her forehead on mine.I knew she was saying I was filling the dark cracks that we mistake forinsecurity. She was the filling to my holes. She once said I was like an old quilt, with small holes that leave an impression but not enough that no one can see the pattern of the piece.