Caught

Chapter 19

The morning breeze smelled even better, and I sat on our porch listening faintly to the water crash into the sand. It was soothing. Because of the interesting silence, my mind decided to take a trip down memory lane.

I was suddenly young, and my parents were eager for me to become active. Like any other little girl in their parents eyes, they immediately had the image of me being incredible at every profession.

They were wrong.

The memory is incredibly amusing, but at that time, it wasn't.

Peewee soccer, in my eyes, was impossible. To prove this, my overprotective parents had made me wear a bicycle helmet; adding more weight to my body when I ran.

Or tried to.

The clunky, soccer shoes with stupid lumps on the bottom felt foreign. I remember my dad, kneeling down on one knee, an adoring and understanding glint in his eye.

"Sweetie, you will be invincible." He winked. "Go get em."

Oh trust me, I did 'go get em'... All the way into some other mindless child. I knocked her out, and let's just say I didn't play a day after that accident.

But that wasn't the end. Next was basketball. That didn't go well either, for the ball slammed into a boys face, knocking him down, into another child.

Two more sports, tennis and horseback riding.

Tennis didn't work, because I basically had two weapons in my hand. You can guess what happened next.

Horseback riding was a complete waste of time. Oh yeah, I mounted and all. The issues started to sprout when I had to dismount.

It took an hour. But hey, to defend my self-esteem here, that horse was tall!

I recoiled myself out of the memories, and realized a certain phenomenon. Parents, or people for that matter, don't stop easily. They keep trying to succeed.

This was the case with Chase, but the thing was, I wanted him to stop.

Once and for all, so Ill be able to grow apart from him.

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Mia looked at me. "So, I'll be going out with Chase today. You'll be okay alone?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I'm not a dog."

She reapplied sunblock, and descended down the steps into the sandy terrain. I squinted, realizing I needed my precious sunglasses.

Running inside, I stopped and gasped.

Roses.

Rainbow roses.

A trail of them led upstairs, and I tentatively followed them, looking around. Every four inches or so, a rose was placed carefully. I picked each one up once I reached it, collecting them into a bundle.

It wasn't until I got to my room, where a larger bundle of about two, three dozen roses were stringed together in old-fashioned brown wrapping paper, perched on my pillow.

I was stumped. Rainbow roses? Who would like rainbow roses?

I racked my brain, trying to understand what was currently taking place. Than, a light bulb seemed to shine through.

Chase.

The flashback stormed through before I even had time to blink.

"What's your favorite flower?" He asked, his eyes searching my face as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.