Part 1

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                                                              Here lies the body of Alyssa Necia.

                                                                  October 24, 1999- April 3, 2017


" Brenly Owens! Hey, OWENS!" Julian calls, snapping me back to reality. Julian Henry, the star quarterback of our high school and my boyfriend of three years.

And although most people think quarterbacks are supposed to be jerks, Julian's a total sweetheart-

" Go long babe!" he says, throwing the football. Julian knows I suck at catching so the ball does not land in my hands. In fact, it hits another guy in the face.

Yeah, he's a sweetheart when he wants to be.

I rush over to the guy as he's easily knocked down by the football.

"That your boyfriend who just hit me in the face with a football?" he asks, hand over his eye.

I look back at Julian who stands a few feet back, still, " Yes, I'm so sorry. He does that sometimes."

"Tries to hit you in the face with a football? A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to put up with that." he states, finally getting off the ground, dusting himself off.

I smile a bit, "Have we-"

"Met? No, the name would be Connor, and yours is Brenly. Your art is quite pleasing to the eye."

"Connor? You do the school paper, right? It's nice to meet you. It's funny though, you're a senior as well but I've never seen you."

He laughs, " I don't like being outside the library much. Anywho, I'm writing about Alyssa Necia and I heard you're her best friend. Or was, I'm sorry for your loss. I wanted to know if you'd say a few words about her?"

Julian appears behind me and kisses me on the cheek. 

" Hey dude, I'm totally sorry about that it was intended for-"

"Brenly, I know. Don't fret."

I think about Alyssa and I feel pain. Talking about her might bring last closure.

"Connor, you never leave the library right? How about I meet you there at 12 p.m tomorrow?"

" Sounds great. I'll see you then." Connor responds, walking away or limping.

Julian watches as he stalks away, then he turns to me with an alluring smile. One smile that makes me weak in the knees.

" Dinner at the Henry's? My mom is making tortellini and I'm making German Cheesecake."

" Aw, I love German Cheesecake."

Julian swoops me off my feet, " Then let's go, and we will make it. "

I chuckle as Julian begins to run through the school with me in his arms.

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I stand in the kitchen, helping Mrs.Henry wash the dishes. She always reminds me how thankful she is that I'm in Julian's life.

" You just don't understand how much more of a man Julian is with you in his life. You are just the perfect girl, Brenly. But it makes sense because Wendy is just a marvelous woman." she exclaims.

Wendy is my beautiful mother. I secretly believe that Mrs.Henry loves my mother, but maybe they're just best friends.

Julian walks in with his little sister Addison in his arms, and believe me when I tell you she is the cutest six-year-old.

" You should marry her," Addi says in the tiniest voice.

" Addison!" Julian shouts, cheeks turning red.

" And kiss her, and have ba-bies." she finishes.

Mrs.Henry shuts off the faucet and hisses, taking Addison.

" Addi, you cannot repeat the things mommy tells you. I'll be in my room if you need me, you two!"  Then Mrs.Henry leaves.

I glance at Julian, "Babe, you're like a tomato. Come here." 

His 6'4 frame gets bigger as he comes towards me.  In front of me, he looks down. But only 9 inches.

I jump up onto him and he wraps his arms around me.

" Are you embarrassed?" I ask him.

" Only a little or lottle." He smiles.

"Well just so you know, I don't disagree with her. We should have babies!" I say kissing him.

" We should?" 

I kiss him again, "Yes, like ten."

" Ten?! How about twenty?" Julian smirks, as his hands run up and down my back. His lips find mine and everything feels just perfect.

" I don't ever want to lose you or what we have." Julian finally says.

"You don't ever have to worry about that. Ever. I love you, Julian."

" I love you too, Brenly."


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