"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
When eight year old Beau Ruby met twelve year old Colton Caine, she had no idea she was meeting the love of her life. She had no idea she'd grow...
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"You wanna go?" I had asked her before giving it much thought. Had I given it much thought, I would have probably realized it was a bad idea to take a seventeen year old to a party with a bunch of twenty-one year olds that would be drinking.
The problem was, I had two different worlds. I had Beautiful... and I had everybody else. At some point they were going to have to collide. I wasn't giving her up any time soon, so she'd have to learn to hang out with all my friends sooner or later.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right."
She was walking through the grass in the field, her sandals in her left hand. The sun had already gone down, and lightning bugs were starting to flash around us. She was walking ahead of me, shivering now that the sun had gone down as water ran down her tanned legs. I couldn't stop myself from looking at them.
Her swimsuit had made her shirt wet and almost see through. Damn, that bikini. She had no idea what she did to me in that bikini. If she was my age, I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off of her. It was different with Beau, though. This was Beautiful. This was the girl I had known since I was twelve. This was the girl that wasn't scared of anything except thunderstorms and losing me. This was the girl that I had been sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with since I was fourteen. I didn't know how. I didn't know when. She was it, though.
Sure, I'd had other girlfriends in high school. I went through several years of trying to convince myself I only liked spending time with her because we were good friends and she understood me like no one else. The truth was, she made me feel like no one else did. When she looked at me, I could do anything. Holding her hand through a storm was just as soothing for her as it was for me because it gave me an excuse to be near her. It gave me an excuse to touch her.
I hadn't had a girlfriend in three years now. Beau was it for me. Even though she was seventeen and I was sure she wasn't ready to do or be anything serious, she was it. She always would be. I'd do anything for her. I'd do anything to be with her.
