Smile

Sophomore Year

The line at the exit of the airport was so long, I just wanted to see you already. Your sea blue-green eyes and that dark brown hair, every muscle in my body was aching of excitement. You had just come back from Philadelphia, and so much had happened here in the summer I couldn't wait to tell you about. I hurried to the front of the ropes, and then I saw you. In a baggy hoodie, sweatpants, and slides. Earbuds were in your ears, and your face was projected on the floor. You looked up and as soon as you saw me, that frown turned into a smile. "ABBBYYY!!!!!!" You ran to me, the sound of your slides hitting the tiles echoed throughout the terminal. "Oh, how much I missed you, your green eyes, and that black hair." I pulled you into a hug, and you ran into me with so much speed, you could've tackled me. "TYYYLEEEEERRRR!!!! Be careful, for God's sake! How are you? How was the trip?" A smile spread across your face as you told me about how the sunsets were more beautiful than the prettiest diamond. You grabbed your luggage and my arm at the same time and told me how lovely it would be if we were there at the same time. I thought of it, the orange sun reflecting off your eyes, making a strange yet unique color. If it were to ever reflect off my hazel eyes, it would look as if an artist painted something, a masterpiece. I was glad you avoided the whole "continental drift" thing and made your way back to me. It felt as if a piece of my heart that was broken off had now been taped back. On the way back to your house, you fell asleep, your body bouncing off and back on the seat every time we hit a speed bump. I looked out the window of the backseat, the view was ordinary, just the usual drive-thru then the gas station then the plaza. Though it felt special now for an odd reason. I heard a soft mumble, Mhm. You woke up and smeared your hand across your face. Still half asleep you yawned then said "Where are we?" Your mom put her hand on yours and said "We're in the car on the way home from the airport." I stifled a laugh, you were cute when you were confused. Your head turned, and when you saw me your confused expression turned into a smile. "Abby's here." I giggled. "I sure am!" We pulled into your driveway. A small one story house stood before us.
Your mom and I carried your luggage in as you laid a kiss on my cheek and said, "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. It's been a few long hours." I told you that my dad was going to be here in a few minutes so I won't see you.
Fast forward to a few months, the Winter Formal. Where every couple dressed up as sexy as possible while still trying to remain in the schools dress code. I wore a glittery strapless red dress with matching makeup. As I was finished getting ready, I heard a knock on my door. I hurried downstairs heels in hand to go get it, and there you were. Your hair was gelled up, and you wore a beautiful suit with leather dress shoes. A bright smile stood out on your face as you greeted me "M'lady."
"M'gentlemen." I giggled. "I would like to hand you this corsage." You reached out your hand to reveal a beautiful flower enclosed in a glass box so small it could fit a necklace. The flower was pink, I now think it's a orchid. But the way it was decorated, with glitter on the leaves and the cloth underneath it made me love it more. I reached out my hand and squealed. You placed it on my hand and I hugged you. It squeezed my hand a bit but all the pain went away when I looked at you, your eyes were like some sort of potion. Pulling me in like some sort of current in the ocean. Finally after a few seconds, you said "Let's go." I unfroze from my trance and said "O-oh yeah! Bye Mom, bye dad!"
When we got the school gym, we were rushed by the chaperones to the photo booth. We took a few pictures, smiling dreamily in every one. I went to talk to a few friends id made over the summer while you went to talk to yours. Then the slow songs started, you grabbed me and pulled me into your arms. I twirled and we danced, stepping on each other almost every move. Then you immediately separated from me and went to another girl, Chelsea Cassidy. She wore an extravagant pink dress, like a princesses. No wonder you went over to her, but you were still my boyfriend. I ignored it until the next day when we had our usual video chats. You were talking about the dance and how the punch was so good and how hot I was. That's when I brought up the whole "why'd-you-go-to-Chelsea?" situation. This is how it went.
"So Ty, about yesterday."
"Most amazing night of my life, what about it?"
"You went over to Chelsea after like 2 minutes of dancing.."
"Oh that.. it was nothing. I promise. I love you, Abby G." When you said that, I felt butterflies in my stomach like as I felt the first time I'd met you. But that didn't stop me from what I said next. "You know, if it was 'nothing' than why did you go to her? You promised my mom you'd look after me and I'm not saying this is about my mom but how you looked at her and danced with her I think you like her." There was a pause. Through the screen, I could see a guilty and apologetic look spread across your face, as if you knew you were doing something wrong. "I-I don't know what to say. Are you saying I'm not allowed to be with other girls?"
"What I'm saying is, is that I think we need a break. In a relationship, there's only one person you should respect and that's the significant other, and you know I hate her." I hung up and immediately burst into tears. Just the thought of losing you to that horrible girl Chelsea Cassidy made me feel nauseous. You were meant to be mine. I began to draw, all my feelings onto a piece of looseleaf paper. I drew a pupil, and inside of that pupil was scraps from all our important memories. A pedal from the corsage, the movie ticket from our first date, the Polaroid picture from the second and the piece of surfboard from our getaway to the beach. Every time I added something new, I cried even more. Soon, the picture wasn't even visible. The paper was now filled with my tears. The continental drift, I thought. It's happening again.