"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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After the mention of me leaving for college in the fall hung in the air for a few minutes, I thanked Colt again and again before I climbed inside. He dangled the keys through the window on his index finger. "You wanna drive it?," he asked me. Of course I did.
He climbed in the passenger seat, and I carefully navigated my way out of the barn and around the house. We drove for hours down all the back roads of Hammond. We got milkshakes downtown and drove up and down the roads we had grown up on, listening to all of my favorite music. We sang the words to the Fray and to John Mayer and Dave Matthews, and when we turned the music down, we talked about anything and everything. His hand rested on my thigh as I drove, and I loved the sensation. I wondered what life would be like for us in a few years when college was over. Would we still be driving around singing and eating ice cream? Would I still be this in love with him?
Of course I would be. I would never not be in love with him.
When we reached our houses again, I was midnight. Neither of us were ready for the night to end. It was like we knew our days were numbered this summer. I idled in his backyard near the gate to the field while he went inside to find an old blanket and more snacks.
I was laughing when he came out with an armful of random junk food and the blanket that was usually slung across the foot of his bed.
We drove across the field to the lake. I parked the Jeep close to the dock and left the radio on. Dave Matthews played softly while we walked to the edge of the dock and sat down. He put his arm around my waist, and I tucked myself into the curve in his side.
"Colt, what are we going to do in August?"
He didn't answer me. I didn't press the issue. We took off our shoes and dangled our feet in the water before he spoke again. "You wanna dance with me?"
I looked at him, assuming he was joking. "What?"
He was standing, pulling me up along with him. "Dance with me."
I did. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I laid my head against his chest as he held my left hand up in the moonlight. We swayed to the music of "Crash Into Me". Before it was over, I was staring up at him.
