Thirty Eighth: Endlessly
It was a box. A white one. With floral flowers. And my name written on a post-it note, Saydie.
I got down to get it and went straight to my room before anyone could notice me. I banged the door, shut it and placed the box on top of my bed.
I carefully opened the lid of the box and saw another note that says:
Dearest Saydie,
I knew you felt sticky. I knew you felt wet. I knew you felt angry. And I knew that you cried. Don’t you think that it’s about time to buy you a white dress?
Sincerely,
the boy who spilled his chocolate drink on you
And as I was mumbling those words in my mind, I felt a tingling feeling inside of me. Just when I thought, he really is a keeper, and a handsome one too.
I flipped the note, and he had still written something on the back:
PS. Will I pick you up at six or seven?
PSS. Oh wait, already asked you that.
Very, very funny. I knew that he’d written that just to make me laugh.
I quickly unwrapped the present.
Then, I finally saw it.
It was one of those dresses that you’d never see in a local boutique. Never see in a mannequin. Never see in movies. Never see in fairytales. And would never see on Rachel.
In fact, it was a different one. The one with an elegant touch to it, flawless on the top and a neatly curved lace at the bottom hem.
I raised it high and danced with it like a princess. Observing myself in the mirror and thinking, Wow. He spent a fortune on this one.
Once again, I was wonderstrucked. Overwhelmed by this. By everything. Who would do this to me? Only he could take the risk.
“Breakfast is—whoa! Gotta take a video of this!”
Just when I realized, I was still dancing like an idiot with the dress. I saw Andrew staring, filled with awkwardness.
“You stalker!” I yelled.
I tried to push the door close but he was unbelievably strong.
“Oh Ethan!” he sang his name, trying to call him. Still forcing the door to open, “Little missy here is a little bit over joyed.”
“Mom!” I tried to yell.
We were still pushing the door against each other.
“Didn’t know dancing was in your blood, sissy.” He said.
“Gosh! What did you eat this morning? Your breath? Someone needs to triple check their mouth before even talking. What a shame.”
And that ended him. Loser. Haha. No, just kidding.
*****
The moment the sky had fallen, the moment the butterflies in my stomach started flapping its wings.
“Going somewhere?” she noticed my dress.
Mom interrupted my room, went in and shut the door behind her.
“Uhm, yes.” I said almost casually.
“With who?” she asked. “Ethan?”
I nodded carefully, “Yeah, that one.”
Talks like these are the ones that I’d always try to avoid. But tonight, I took it. I felt that I was so comfortable talking with my mom. Of course, I could tell that she wasn’t ready. And I even thought that this talk would take forever. But she let me go with it, kissed me on the forehead and said, “Boys come and go, remember that.”
I let out a small laugh, feeling that mother and daughter jealousy was building up in her, “And moms will always stay.”
“Not always, but forever. Love you.”
“Love you more.” I hugged her.
Minutes to go and the doorbell would soon ring. I was no longer nervous for anything. I took it casually, as if I was just waiting for a train to arrive or waiting for a long queue.
Then, the doorbell finally rung. Those were the longest minutes ever, I thought. My parents didn’t bother to open the door, for they know that I’d be the one opening it.
As soon as I held the doorknob, Andrew suddenly shoved my hand and grabbed it, turned it and opened the door without even noticing that I was there.
“Good evening, Ethan.” He started, sounding so formal and acting like my dad. What was he thinking? In out of nowhere, he abruptly shook Ethan’s hand. Of course, Ethan and I felt awkward, who wouldn’t be?
“Good evening,” Ethan mimicked his voice, and seemed to go along with it, “Sir Andrew.” Then he looked at me, “Miss Saydie.”
“Mind if I talk to you?” Andrew eyed him out, “Alone?”
“Andrew, are you kidding?” I asked.
He looked at me with a straight, matured face, “Does this look like I’m trying to fool anyone? Now, come along, Ethan boy.”
I was bursting, laughing my heart out. He didn’t even look like he was messing around. He was really serious about it.
Andrew and Ethan walked forward to our front porch and started talking to something that I wouldn’t want to know. Was he trying to be an over protective brother?
After a few, short minutes, they finally ended their conversation. They approached me.
“Got it?” Andrew said to Ethan.
“Got it.” Ethan smiled and winked.
Andrew finally let us alone and went back inside. Boy, that guy’s got some issues.
“Seriously, what was that all about?” I asked.
“Tell you later.” He gently held my hand. So soft and warm. “But right now, we gotta go.”
He smiled, that gorgeous smile.
And that was just the beginning.
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Teen Fiction"I had never thought in a million years that a boy who used to hate me, who used to make me cry, who used to play tricks on me could possibly make me fall in love with him.." Saydie was only four when Ethan started playing tricks on her: purposely s...
