The Blue Envelope

3: the white envelope

     I taped the note I wrote on my locker, hoping the person would find it. The bell had already rung and I was the only one in the hall. I hurried to class, hoping not to get in trouble.
     "Where were you?" Ava asked me as I took my seat in math next to her.
     "Just in the bathroom. Didn't hear the bell ring," I said, trying to act nonchalant.
     She just nodded and continued on the worksheet that had already been handed out. 50 minutes later, I walked out of the classroom before anyone else could hoping to make it to my locker before our next class. I reached my locker and to my dismay my note was still taped to the gray door. I sighed and opened it to fish for my history notes.
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History and lunch went by as slow as humanly possible, and when the 7th block bell finally rang, I almost ran out of the cafeteria. I walked as fast as I could to my locker and when I got there the note was gone. I smiled and silently cheered, really hoping the mysterious correspondent was the one who picked it up. The rest of school was a breeze. My last class was English, which is my favorite and easiest class, so I didn't have to pay attention much. All I could think about the whole time was who this person was. I did my daily walk home, listening to music and temporarily forgetting about school or the letters. When I reached my house, I got my dog and went to meet Mason and his dog.
     "Ready for our walk sir?" I asked when he opened the door.
     "I was born ready, ma'am," He replied, closing the door behind him.
     We walked around the block with our dogs and since it was Friday, we decided to have a park picnic. We used to do them all the time with our parents when we were little, normally on Saturday afternoons or Sunday mornings. I ran to my house to bring our dogs back and to prepare a small basket with some food. I grabbed the first blanket I could find and quickly went back to where Mason was. We walked to the park and picked a spot where we could see the sunset.
     "Do you ever wonder if you've already met your soulmate?" He asked me, shoving a mini sandwich in his mouth.
     "I think it's crazy that some people think they have. There's 7 billion people out there. You could have a million soulmates. Except you only think there's one because once you meet the first one, there's no need for another," I answered.
     Mason didn't reply and we watched the sky turn orange. Once the stars were out, we laid down on our backs to look at them. We didn't say anything because sometimes it's just nice to be in each other's company.

a/n- sorry for such a short chapter. more to come :)