The Military Girl

History

Harry kept kissing me, almost like we were in a romantic comedy. It was passionate, but that was only a guess since I had never been kissed by anyone except Harry. I felt so good with him.

I pushed him away, breathing heavily. "My parents will be home soon." I put my hands on his chest.

"Parents ruin everything." He ran his fingers through my hair with a grin on his face. "But, alright, love. Whatever you want."

"We should start on math. All of those angles and...Other math stuff."

"You're still surprised I kissed you." He laughed.

"It's not every day that I get kissed." I bent down and opened up my backpack.

"Do you want it to be every day?" Harry said slickly.

I looked up at him. I straightened out and smirked at him. "Depends on the person."

Harry leaned again, but I put my hand over his mouth. "Not today, British Boy. Let's do math." I stroked his cheek, teasing him a little.

It started getting dark outside. Harry and I did some school, but not too much. We were too busy talking about people. I started asking him questions about Britain. He kept joking that I drive on the wrong side of the road, or forget the S on the end of "maths".

"Let's go outside!" I said. I grabbed his hand and we headed downstairs. I grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry, and Harry followed me into the backyard.

"Cool tree." He pointed to the giant tree in the backyard.

"Yeah, it would be great if I was five." I threw the chips on the ground. I sat down then laid back. Harry laid next to me, with the chips between us.

"What do you mean if you were five?" He asked.

"I would have a big swing on the tree." I told him. "Made from an old tire that my dad found. That's how I would spend my childhood."

"How did you spend your childhood?"

"I moved a few times before the age of ten. I was born in Washington State, then I moved to California when I was two but we basically lived in the desert. When I was four we moved to Texas, then at seven I moved back to California."

"In the desert?"

"Yep. In the desert. That was followed by Georgia, Kentucky, one year in Germany, New York, and finally here."

"Wow."

"Yeah. That is a total seven times. I'm seventeen. I have no childhood. So, I daydream about my future instead. Hate the past, love the future. I'm going to keep that as my motto."

"Kind of a depressing motto if you think about it."

"Sometimes you hate something because you loved it so much."

"How does that work?"

"Sometimes you really love something. But when you're forced to give it up, you miss it. Then you come back to it and...It changed."

"I won't change." He reached for my hand.

"In my head, future only changes if I want it to. So, it's ok." I closed my eyes. I started hearing the crunch of chips. I opened one eye and looked over at Harry.

"What?" He asked with a mouthful of Doritos. "I'm hungry."

I started laughing. "Idiot." I took a Dorito from the bag.

"So," Harry said. "When I'm older and you're older, and we have twelve kids, we would raise them in England, right?"

"You want to move back to England?" I turned my head and looked at him.