Tell My Mama (Short Story)

My cover of this book is somewhat similar to my cover of "Broken." It's because I like covers with people looking at the stars :)))

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When I listened "Tell My Mama" by Christina Grimmie, I closed my eyes, and a short imagination came into my mind. It was about me going on a date with boy on this fancy restaurant. I waited for about half an hour but he never showed up. So I decided to leave. I opened the entrance and went outside, and this car came across by me.

A boy was inside and he looked at me straight through the eyes. And I knew what I was going to do. Running across the street I went with him on his journey to anywhere. This boy and I never met, but I know that something will happen. And I know that it will be great.

We went out to dinner in this fancy restaurant, not the one earlier, and decided to talk about various things. Things about ourselves, school, and many more. The music in the eatery became louder, so I grabbed his arm and together we ran towards the dance floor.

At first he refused to dance but later on he did, because he had no choice. When the music was over, we made way through the cashier and payed our bills. Looking outside of the entrance window, I was amazed of how the night sky looked, with sparkling fireworks shining with the moonlight. Series of answers came into my mind. "Is this destiny?" But I knew that I was just a hopeless romantic, that's why I think about destiny and all that stuff.

I grabbed the boy's arm again and we drifted through the bay, just across the restaurant that we ate. The boy never got angry about me getting inside his car, grabbing his arm most of the time just to do something that I want, and that feeling made me smile.

We were just looking at the stars, with the fireworks adding beauty to the sky, until his hand held me head, pushing it towards his chest. Then I knew that there was something. We were just like that for a long time. But his watch rang and he looked up to me, saying that it's time to take me home. I was sad, but I had the feeling that we would see each other again.

We went back to his car, and he drove me home. I told him which roads to take so that we could reach my house. When he did, I opened the car door, slipped right through it, and told him goodbye. It was one of the most saddest moments ever, knowing that that was one of my best dates ever, is already ending.

I looked through his eyes, and I could see nothing but a little sadness too. But there's was nothing I could do to change that sadness, so I continued to drift apart from him until I reached my house door. I almost rang the door bell, when someone grabbed my hand. It was him.

"What's your name, by the way. I never asked that during our date." He asked.

He said "date." I felt a little bit shaky when he said that. A good shaky.

"I'm Jane. And you are?"

"Riley. Nice meeting you." He then offered his hand for a handshake. I took it. And when I decided to let go, he wouldn't.

Instead, he leaned in and kissed me. I didn't know what to do. Should I respond? I tried to let go of the kiss. But my body wouldn't let me. My mind was telling me to let go while my heart was telling me to respond, because I liked it anyway.

So I did respond. It was a long, sweet kiss, and sparks began to flow all over my body. Destiny, is this a sign? We we let go of the kiss, we stared at each other, our foreheads still attached.

The house door then suddenly opened. My mom was standing in front of us, her eyes looking furious. I said goodbye to Riley, and immediately went inside the house. I didn't dare look at mom because I knew she would get mad at me.

"Hey Jane! Wake up. Stop listening to your iPod. We need to go, now!" My sister yelled, slapping an unfamiliar magazine to my head.

I'm back in reality.

I wish my imagination was real.