So it's been a while, hope I havn't lost you. I guess I havn't if you're here. Thanks for being here btw, it means alot. This story is really fun to write, gah.
Chapter Three:
Throwback- To a crazy idea.
The feeling seemed to come automatically. It came with no warning and no permission. It washed over my soul and seeped it’s way into my veins, running throughout my body and giving me the energy to say and do things I never thought I would say and do.
The people I’d once been friends with seemed like strangers now. They’d never understood me, never taken the time to try and understand me. I didn’t mind though. I felt like a new person or to be frank, finally myself. they wouldn’t have recognized me.
The feeling I had was happiness. Something I thought I knew all about, but had never truly felt until then. The real happy. No doubt about, this was it.
It was because of her. McCauley was like a medicine. A really, really good medicine. I had been a sick man and she'd come along and cured me. A miracle was what it was. I'd asked for something different and that's what I got.
And I liked being around her.
She would smile and it would give me the same feelings it gave me the very first time I saw it. Her laugh, oh her laugh. There was no possible way I would be able to resist laughing with her when i heard it. But when she spoke, that really got me. I could swear the whole world stopped just to listen to her words. The things she said were simple but so perfect. I could listen to her voice for ages and never become bored.
And I never was bored with her.
The first nine days of summer were spent solely with McCauley. We did something new every day. The things we did were nothing special to most people, but completely precious to me. Because for once, I felt like I was living.
Day one we went on a bike ride down main street, McCauley riding on my handlebars because she’d seen it in the notebook. We didn’t do a very good job though because I would run into things and veer off of the curb from lack of balance. She would just throw her head back and laugh so hard I thought it would pop off. Everyone stared, but I really didn’t mind.
Day three I snuck out of my window and drove an hour out of town to pick McCauley up from her art class and drive into the country so that we could sit in the back of my truck and talk about everything under the moon. Literally. The moon was full that night. I showed McCauley that her thumb could cover all of it up and she thought I was so clever. I never mentioned that I’d seen it in Dear John once when my sister had forced me to watch it with her.
Day four McCauley took me to an art museum in the city. She would tell me about different paintings and artists, all about their history. It was amazing how much she knew. It was funny though, because I didn’t understand a word she was saying, yet I loved to hear her talk.
Day eight I took McCauley home and introduced her to my parents. She wore cut-off, high waisted shorts, and an over-sized off the shoulder top with the Mona Lisa on it in bright colors. As always, her long blonde curls were piled on top off her head and she was wearing bright blue dangling earrings she’d made.
She'd also brought my mother a pair similar to them as a present. It had been really sweet but my mother had hated the earrings and also thought McCauley to be crazy. I thought she was crazy too. Crazy beautiful.
Day nine was the last day of the summer that was ordinary for us. It happened to be the day McCauley and I came up with the idea. A daring idea. Something the old me would never have considered. We were sitting in my room when she’d come up with it. It was spontaneous and far fetched but we’d loved talking about it because it sounded like something out of a movie. The more we said, the better it sounded.
And just like that the idea became a plan.
What had started off as a joke was slowly becoming a reality for us. It just so happened that our idea was so appealing that we couldn’t just forget about it and move on with our slow, small town lives. We had to go through with it instead.
If it had been any other person, I would never have done it or even thought of doing it. But this was McCauley we were talking about. I’d met her less than two weeks ago and I trusted her with all of my heart.
We wanted to start right away because that’s how exciting the idea seemed. It wasn’t something that could wait. So we decided to begin the very next day, early in the morning when no one would be awake and able to stop us.
McCauley left that evening with a whole new attitude. I watched her go with an amused one, partially because no one knew what we had planned and because McCauley was wearing the most sneaky expression I’d ever seen.
My mother muttered a dull goodbye to her, still unsure of her odd style, and hardly even noticed the way she watched me with knowing eyes. Eyes that said, we have a secret and your mother has no idea what’s going to happen.
That scared me a little because I’d never done something like this, never had the courage, always been a wussy. But knowing that McCauley would be doing it with me gave me the courage.
I can remember thinking when she’d gone, this will be fun, I can hardly wait.
I’d gone up to bed and looked at the new me in my mirror, a mischievous grin replacing the frown I’d worn only nine days before. I’d run my hands through my carefully combed dark hair and chuckled at how it stuck up on my head. Then I’d pulled off my shirt, turned some music on and blasted it really loud, jumping up and down on my bed like a freak because I was excited and nervous and so many things were running through my mind.
Once I’d settled down I pulled a large duffel bag out of my closet and sat it on my bed, unzipping it with enthusiasm. I’d crossed my arms and stared at it for the longest time, a part of me trying to convince myself that this was stupid.
Then I’d laughed really hard. So hard that I'd fallen onto the floor and rolled around a little bit. I thought I was going crazy. So did my parents and sister because they’d rapped on my door and told me to go to sleep and to stop being stupid.
I wasn’t crazy though because I had a reason to laugh. I was leaving tomorrow and I was insanely happy about it. I was so happy that I had to let it out in some way and that was how I’d done it. I didn’t exactly know where I was going but I knew I was going with McCauley so it didn’t matter one way or the other.
I was determined to follow her wherever she went.
Author's note:
So that's where I was going with that...woah.
Yeah, things just got interesting, ahaha not really but wait for it. Thanks again to everyone who's read this far and is actually interested in the future of this story, it means so much, you've got no clue. A vote or a comment for be appreciated. A fan would just make my day.
Oh and I said I was putting up a picture of Shane with this upload but I'm going to do it later because my computer is acting up. Sorry. But he's a cutie pie so it's worth the wait I hope.
Thanks again everyone, you're wonderful.
-ACertainLady___

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Throwback
Roman pour AdolescentsShane McMillan's summer is over. He messed up, he really did. But he remembers the beginning. The way she had come into his life all of a sudden, a whirlwind of spontaneous, a blur of winks and smiles. She took risks and jumped boundaries. She was l...