*AMBER'S POV*
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"Are you still going to the game?" Grace asks.
"I don't know. Probably not with all that's going on. I don't wanna make him take me." I say nodding to Craig. He would be the only option, since my mom went to the hospital.
"I can take you guys if you want to go. I don't want you guys sitting around and thinking about this all day." Craig says. We all end up agreeing to go; me, Grace and Alex.
'Babe. Were going to the game. Just letting you know in case you still wanna see me.:)' I text Luke.
'Of course! Yay!:) What time?:)'
'It starts at 7, but we always go an hour early. So 6. :)'
'Ok, I'll leave now then. It'll take about two hours to get there, so I might be a little late.' Its five now.
'Okay, well text me when your colse. Don't text and drive!"
'Lol. Ok. I'll see you in a few.;)'
I don't think I'll ever get over reading that. "See you in a few." Im so exited!
I run up the stairs, to the bathroom to get ready. I pull the hairtie out of my hair, releasing the horribly messy bun that was nesting ontop of my head. I brush out my medium length, brunette hair and straighten it, getting rid of all the bumps and creases. Then I braid back my over-grown bangs, framing my face.
Then I do any touch-ups needed on my makeup and change into light blue jeggings, a black tank-top, and a light colored plaid cardigan.
Fifteen to twenty minutes later, were standing at the gate outside of the game waiting for the boys to get here. Grace had someone coming to, Austin. Austin gets there first, leaving me beyond nervous.
"What's he wearing?" Grace asks me as we scan the crowd of people surging through the gates.
"A camo t-shirt." I say, taking a deep breath. I have no idea what I'll do when I see him. I haven't seen him in four years. What am I suppose to do?
We're talking. Talking talking. So, a hug? Yeah.
. . .
Oh my lanta.
"That's him." I mumble, watching him walk up to the gate.
"Ahh!" Grace shreiks.
At this point, I'm numb. I have no idea what to feel, I don't know what I'm even doing.
As soon as he's within ten feet of me, I run. All of the nervousness, gone. All the worry that he won't like me after this, gone. As soon as my arms wrap around his waist he stumbles back, but quickly recovers and wraps his arms tightly around my shoulders.
Oh my gosh. I'm gonna puke.
It's so surreal being with him right now. All the nights I laid in my bed, texting him, wishing I was with him, add up to this moment right now. I feel stupid as hell for running up to him the more I think about it. But I force myself to forget it and just take in the moment.
I'm with him. Right here, right now. He's holding me. I'm in the most wonderful spot in the world right now, and nobody can take that feeling away from me.
I have never felt like this before. I don't want to let go. Usually hugs are awkward for me. But not this one. I could stay in this moment forever and never complain.
As soon as I let go, I completely freak out. My face is the brightest shade of red possible, my hands won't stop shaking, and endless amounts of "oh my gosh" keep pouring out.
. . .
I told everyone to come watch the game with me, but as soon as we stepped out to where the seats were Luke was like "nope.", due to the amount of people scattered all over the place, and turned around without telling me! So I ended up sitting down there with my friends for a second until I figured out what happened.
"The hell was that for?!" I yell in a joking tone, as I get back to Grace, Austin, and Luke.
"He didn't want to!" Grace laughed, pointing to Luke. I give him a small scoul and he smiles at me.
I tried to be mad, a little, but I couldn't. Goose bumps form on my arms, and butterflies roam in my stomach. He has the most perfect smile I've ever seen.
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the feeling and sit back down next to him. We sit there in an awkward silence. I can't make converstion, I'm too awkward. Everytime I say little comments about something he either doesn't say anything, or will one-word answer me and it kills the conversation. But it's the same way when he says something to me.
. . .
"Stoopp!" I smile, nudging Luke with my shoulder.
"What?" He giggles.
"Stop hitting me! It's rude!" I laugh.
"Okay." He smiles and reaches around me to poke my waist.
"You ass!" I laugh, arching my back to get his hand away.
. . .
The game has been over for about ten minutes and everyone is already out of the arena, and they kicked everyone out of the gates all together.
Me, Grace, Alex, and Luke are all standing on the sidewalk infront of the school. Austin left awhile ago. My friends keep popping by and quietly fangirl behind his back.
"Oh my gosh! He's so cute!" My friend Olivia mouths.
"I know!" I smile and nod.
Luke looks at me with a confused look on his face. "What?" I smile.
He looks back and forth between me and Oliva, and shakes his head. "I don't want to know." He smiles.
. . .
Craig just pulled up, which means it's time to go. I giggle as I look over to Luke and Alex play fighting like I couple of stupid boys, which they are. "Alex, we gotta go." I say hoping that Luke gets the hint. He does and slowly walks over to me.
"Bye." He says in the sweetest voice ever, wrapping his arms around me once again. I definitely feel different during this hug. In a good way. I feel more, comfortable, and attatched. Like this means something.
"Byyee." I smile in the middle of the hug. "Text me when you get home." I smile. He smiles and nods just before we both walk away.
I can't ignore the sadness that washes over me as I climb into the van. I definitely did not want this night to end.
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A/N
Lol. :,) Pun intended!
