Everything reminded me of him. The smell if apples. The way he smiled. How he would smile and I'd think he was made of sunlight. Nothing but that pure substance.
Once upon a time, there was a girl with green eyes and out of control, curly brown hair that played with her glasses when she was nervous and spoke with a terrible stutter. She preferred reading and writing instead of playing with friends. Let's face it, she really didn't have any to play with.
But skip ahead a few years, an evenly more awkward and mature young woman. Still quite a nerd but actually has some friends. Okay, one still in the closet gay best friend and an arrogant jockstrap of a brother counts as friends. Right?
One day, her Knight in shining armor came strolling in eating a Red Delicious with gorgeous blue eyes and a smile that was like a ray of sunshine. And she fell. That stuttering, blundering mess of a girl somehow managed to make that blue eyed boy laugh in all the right ways. And he loved her back even more than she expected.
Until, sudden plot twist, he left. But he didn't just leave her. He stole her sunshine and smile, her laughter and heart. Everything that made up her small five feet and one inch of her. And she hated him. Hated that he did this to her yet missed him nonetheless. . .
One upon a time, there was this green eyed girl who loved a blue eyed boy. Until that blue eyed boy left her and now those green eyes show nothing. Feel nothing but the tear rolling down her cheek. But one day, her dickless runt of a brother, it's an affectionate term she swears, had enough of her.
His opening line? "Stop crying over him." Nice, Alexander. Real nice, but that was just the thing to snap me out of my grief to listen to him.
"I loved him too, you know. I loved him so much I let him go so he could love you. And did he love you! He would always talk to me about you,"
*SIDE NOTE: HER BROTHER AND HIM WERE BEST FRIENDS. NEVER WENT ANYWHERE WITHOUT EACH OTHER AND THE POOR GUY DIDN'T KNOW HER DARLING BROTHER DEAR WAS BISEXUAL. OKAY CARRY ON*
"He fell for you that first day. He fell hard and he never stopped loving you. Never. Now stop crying and remember the good things about him."
She started to remember, past the pain and sadness, there was joy and the love she almost forgot. She remembers, so clearly, the first day she saw him. . .
I was waiting for Alexander to get out of football practice, a single curl getting stuck in my glasses. I untangled it and cursed him for making me wait. It's not my fault I can't drive yet so I have to wait for his sweaty, unattractive ass. Maybe his blue eyes and brown hair make him hot to some girls but he's still my dorky brother that watches Supernatural with me. I laugh, remembering his first reaction to Jared. "Hey, Nana?" I smirked. "Yeah?" His jaw dropped and refused to take his eyes off of Moose. "I'd let that man do things to me. . ." I'm pulled from the memory by the sound of the whistle blowing, signalling the end of practice. I sigh, finally the meat heads are done. "You waiting for someone, angel?" The voice makes me stop, deep and making a weird shiver go down my spine. I look for the owner of the voice, curious, and I'm not disappointed in what I find. A guy tall and lean with black hair and blue eyes, holding an apple in his hands. I remember that apple being so red, it seemed unnatural. His hair, shaggy bangs and long enough to pull, fell into his eyes. Those eyes. They were my favorite part of him. A deep sapphire blue that twinkled with mischief. I was always wondering what he was thinking. "Did you just call me angel?" I'm insulted yet love the way it rolled off his tongue. Conflicting feelings. He smirks, leaning against the bleachers and tosses the perfect apple just to catch it in his right hand. A leftie. "Isn't that what beautiful women are called?" I flush in embarrassment. Who the hell is this guy? "Who are you waiting for? Matt?" I assume he's with the senior that tried to get into my brother's tight pants. He laughs, the sound beautiful and it just pisses me off more. "You must be Alex's sister. You're exactly what he described." I cross my arms in front of my large chest, getting in a fighting stance. I stick my chin out defiantly, "Pray tell. And what did that douche describe me as?" This gorgeous stranger looks me straight in the eyes, a smile on those perfect lips. "A spit fire."
She smiles, he either got on her nerves or was so sweet she was afraid he would give her cavities. "Like the way he always smelled like sunshine and apples?" Alexander smiles and tugs on a loose curl, knowing how much she hates her hair.
"And how he said 'popped corn' and called you angel."
She blinks, tears falling down her cheeks. "I was his angel. . ." He pulls her close and holds her. Feeling her small hands tremble as they tug at his shirt. Her heart beating so fast.
"Yes you were. And he loved his angel with all of his heart. But sometimes people you love have to leave."
She knew the speech, heard it from her family when her mother went and started a new family without her. And when her father left to marry a new woman every month just for their money and a good time. But those people didn't matter to her. He did.
"He's never coming back, Alexander."
He pats her head and shhhs her. Letting her cry in his embrace. Knowing how it feels to have the love of your life ripped away from you. . . His Perrywinkle and Blondie. . . The loves of his life. Gone
"I know, Nana. I know."
