POV: Anita Johnson
Like usual I'm up first and today I possess the greatest power, the golden ticket to bother the 16-year-old spirit out of Kimberly and let the 17 invade.
"Get up before the birthday Guardian marks you absent on your day and gives the 17 years token to someone else," I whispered in her ear making her laugh out loud.
"There you go..." I mumbled clearing my throat to sing.
"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Kimberly, Happy birthday to you"
"Thank you." She mumbled rubbing her eyes open.
She's so pretty,
"Let's get the day started baby!" I exclaimed.
* * *
"Where are you taking me exactly?" She asked still following the GPS.
"Correction, where are you taking yourself... Just on my watch." I said hiding a smirk and she pouted in confusion.
"Okay relax! I have the entire day planned out. You'll see."
The ride was quiet, I didn't say much because I didn't know when to start telling her how much she meant to me. The perfect moment to boil my eyes out.
Today I am allowed to say more than enough and embrace her for what she's always been, astonishing.
I ordered coffee and croissants and I watched her quietly munch her face off.
"You okay?" I asked and it's like she just realized she was in public. She grabbed a napkin and dipped the corners of her mouth and smirked.
"How may I help you miss?" She asked still smirking.
"Ohh nothing, just proceed with being cute
"With pleasure," She giggled.
"Today's going to be perfect," I whispered with a smile.
* * *
Her phone rang a lot today, I watched her switch between emotions. She was happy, shocked, teary, bored, and thrilled. It was interesting.
"I haven't forgotten the tradition," I smiled showing her the reminder on my phone to go to the graveyard at noon.
Her face glittered and I watched her drive there in excitement.
"Although I won't stay with you, Mr. Dave has this one covered," I mumbled.
"Nick will pick me up in 10," I added avoiding questions that will make me change my mind.
I watched her walk towards her holding a bouquet of roses. Sweet.
They needed time together, just the three of them.
I do feel like I'm invading most of the time, and just for today, I'll observe the picture from outside the frame.
* * *
"Is everything going okay?" I asked my mom and aunt.
They simultaneously raised their thumbs and proceeded to clear up the place.
She's gonna be so happy.
(Throw Back)
"Where are you going with that?" Mom asked as I walked outside with my journal.
"I want to show Kimberly," I replied.
"I thought you wrote your secrets there and no one is supposed to see it." She held her waist.
YOU ARE READING
Where The Rainbow Ends
Romance⚠️UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠️ (I was 14 when I wrote this which means there are potholes and some weird things) Love is the new lie and mostly mistaken for lust. Love is a deep romantic or sexual attraction. Everyone claims to know what the foreign feeling...
