A PROMISE
CHAPTER ONE
"I don't know anymore Devon." I said, as I leaned against my best friend's shoulder. And I looked through his deep circassian-colored eyes and hazelnut-brown hair.
"What do you mean?" He looked at me, and pouted his lips.
"School starts tomorrow."
"Yeah, and?"
"What if we don't hang around like this anymore?"
"Why what do you mean?" Devon asked. Then I sat back with my arms resting on the grassy ground so I can see him.
"You know, you or I will go on dating with someone and maybe, forget about going here and stuff."
"Okay, Rian. I get it. Look, real talk. Even if I date thousands of girls, I will never forget about our friendship."
"Promise me this, Zachary Devon Vanderwall?" I raised my pinky to reach his to make a pinky-swear.
"I promise you Frances Marianne Desrouleaux." He said.
So I smiled at him as he did so.
I pulled out my iPhone out of my pocket then turned the camera on. I faced the camera to us. Devon stared at the camera and smiled a bit.
"What's that for?" He asked, still looking at my phone.
"Last day of our summer together. Since I'm moving next year after school, we have to take a picture of ourselves." I explained, trying not to end up teary.
"Fine." He said. Then we both started smiling. I took three shots of us, and saved it in a different album.
The sun finally settled. And it was dark. We started heading back to Devon's car to go home. Devon is pretty rich though. He owns a black Range Rover. His mom is an actress, while his dad is a film director. I can tell they earn pretty much money everyday.
We both popped up in our seats, and sang to our favorite band, "The Strokes". Devon used to not like The Strokes before, but after I presented him how beautiful The Strokes make their music, he finally gave up and sang different songs of them. The Strokes are pretty awesome, especially Julian Casablancas. He's hot. Yeah, I know he has a wife, but, I'm just telling the truth aren't I? Other fans feel it too.
Devon stopped in front of my house, and waved at me.
"Good luck tomorrow." He said. And chuckling a bit.
"Thanks, you too." I smirked at him, and he did too. I admit, he looks hot when he smirks. His rosy lips are just to die for. But no, I won't have that feeling to my best friend. I just don't want it to end like this.
As I step inside the house and shut the door, I received a text message. It was from Devon.
From: Devon
"Good luck for tomorrow okay? Spend your last year here in Pittsburg fun. Do not stress yourself too much about leaving this city. See you tomorrow! :) Btw, I'll ride you to school tomorrow if you want. x"
And so I texted him back.
To: Devon
"Thanks!! Haha, sure I'll ride with you. Pick me up at 8am tomorrow, okay? :) x"
And so after, I saw my 10 year-old brother Nico, sleeping in the couch.
"I'm home mom." I shouted slightly, so she can hear me and to not wake my brother up. I turned off the TV as I found the remote lying on the palm of Nico.
"Good, how's the day?" She asked, pouring water in the vase.
"It was fine. Devon and I went to the hills to see the sunset."
"That's nice. Are you guys ready for tomorrow?" She said, finally arranging the white peonies inside the transparent vase.
"Yeah. I guess." I shrugged, then grabbed a glass in the cupboard to drink.
"Good. Oh, and by the way, your father sent us a small package. I placed what's yours in your room."
"Great. I'll check it out later." I took a sip of orange juice then glanced at Nico. "May I take Nico upstairs now, or..."
"Of course, thank you." She said. Then I smiled at her and bought my glass down by the counter.
I soonly carried my brother slowly, then layed him down on his bed. I pulled up the duvet and covered his body to warm him up. As I stared at him, I remembered my father. I miss him. He owns a company that deals with magazines, and fashion. I don't know why, but, he seems to be loving his job and starts traveling to other country to pick-up models and direct things for the magazine. So he often goes home. But I understand why.
While my mother is CEO Sony music records. So she gets to see different artists that used to record in her studio. She used to see The
Strokes, but, it was unexpected and didn't bring me with her. But good thing she got me their autograph which is already fine with me.
So I finally turned off the lamp in Nico's room and proceeded to mine. I surprisly opened my door to see what my dad got me. There were two friendship bracelets of the same color, a pair of The Strokes hoodies, and two pairs of black Vans. I bet dad bought it for me and Devon. I don't get it why he has to buy me something and buy one for Devon the same as well. He can choose the same, but, different color or style? Despite all of those complains, I still love my dad. As I stared at the things, I saw a little note for me. I opened it, and it was from my dad.
"Rian,
How's my little princess? I wish you'd love the things I bought you. And I'm sorry if you don't. By the way, you know what to do with the things I bought you, right? I got it for you because the company almost threw them away, because the models didn't want it anymore. Don't worry, they didn't wear it and it's original. I hope you love everything I want. Oh wait, did you see those two hoodies? The ones with the same design? Give the other one to Devon so you guys will have the same. I guess that's what best friends do, right? Have the same thing because their mostly partner's in crime? And last thing, I miss you so much my princess. I'm coming home there sooner, I mean it. I love you princess.
-Dad"
The note made me a bit emotional, I miss my dad so much. I imagined his voice as I read every word he wrote.
I took a warm shower and turned into my pj's. I slept early to end the day and so that I don't have to worry about tomrrow. I finally shut my lights, and closed my eyes.
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A Promise
أدب المراهقين"What if we don't hang around like this anymore?" "Why what do you mean?" Devon asked. Then I sat back with my arms resting on the grassy ground so I can see him. "You know, you or I will go on dating with someone and maybe, forget about going here...
