~~UNDER CONSTRUCTION~~
It was the moment I gazed into the big blue eyes that I knew I was in love.
Her smell, her hair, teeth, body. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. Gorgeous, amazing, angelic, no words could even begin to describe how beautiful she was to me.
Not only did she look like an angel. She was smart--incredibly smart, actually. Everyday after school she had me make a stop to the post office so she could check, again, for her early acceptance letter to Harvard. She was always so excited to check for that letter, and when she moped back to my truck empty-handed everyday, the sparkle in her eyes diminished, I was broken. Kissing her forehead, giving comforting hugs, and holding her tight in my arms was all I could do. I knew she would get into Harvard, I believed in her.
I know. I don't deserve Claire Peters. So why did she choose me? Me out of every boy at school? I mean, every boy at St. John's High School drooled over my Claire. And why wouldn't they? She looked like an angel, talked like an angel, I swore she actually was one.
...FLASHBACK...
(Summer)
I saw her every morning as she walked down the sidewalk with her friends, as I sat in the diner. Alone.
She was so bubbly, always the one laughing, her eyes glowing brightly. She had a bounce to her step and a smile that could make anyone's day.
I knew I loved her from the day I first saw her while I was in that diner. She wasn't with any friends this time, just herself. She was looking down at the ground as she walked, earbuds in, not paying a lot of attention to where she was going, which was pretty dangerous since there were lots of deviant children riding their bikes or skate boarding on the sidewalk despite the signs that stated otherwise.
I was still mesmerized by her, she was like a tiny walking angel. There seemed to be a glow around her, a golden aura, that was enchanting me to keep my eyes glued to her. There was something about this girl, something about the way she bit her lip after every 30 seconds, the way she smiled randomly up at the sky, showing how pretty she was to the heavens.
As she was approaching the corner, about to turn, my mind turned back on. I panicked, what if I never saw her again? What if she didn't go to the same school as me? What if she didn't even go to school? It was obvious, unless I wanted to live a dull, boring summer, I had to get her. I couldn't let her float past me.
I slapped $5 down on the small table I was sitting at, causing it to shake violently, and then dashed out of the place, my shoes untied and everything.
She was just turning the corner now, but she stopped to change the song on her iPod, tapping her foot to some sort of beat.
I was running quickly and sloppily, my vans hitting the pavement loudly, causing her to jump when I was around 20 feet away from her. I gulped when she turned around to see me.
//Claire's P.O.V. in Flashback//
I've got a pocket, got a pocket full of su--
My humming was interrupted when I heard a loud, weird noise coming from behind me a little ways. What the heck? I turned around and jumped, seeing a tall, built kid running towards me. Shoes untied, hair a mess, and running like he was on a mission. He was a dork--a cute dork I might add. He had short black spiky hair, and eyes that took my breath away. Adorable, or should I say, adorkable? Hey! Claire! Snap outta it girl! There's a man, err--boy, running towards you with a determined look in his eyes, time to be scared, even though it may be for no reason.
I paused my iPod, and looked at him as he was finally about 3 feet away from me.
He was breathing heavily. I wondered how far he had ran? I was staring at his pretty awesome arm muscles, they were impressive, large..
He move his arm.
I looked up, forgetting I had company, and felt my face heat up. He blushed as well.
"Hi. Um- I'm Jeremy."
"C-Claire." I stuttered, kind of embarassed.
"I know this will sound a little..weird. But would you like to come to get coffee or something with me some time?" He spit it out so fast it took me a minute to process.
Wait. A handsome, hot guy asking me out for coffee? I just knew his first name..Jeremy. Ahh. Jeremy, what a cute name. It rhymes with..
He coughed.
"Oh! Yes! I would love that!" I smiled. I didn't care if we just met, there was something about him that made him..different. He might actually protect me this time, yeah. He seemed stronger than most.
"Wow..wasn't expecting that truthfully. But I am so glad you said yes." He said, calmed down now, a small smile playing around on his lips.
I grinned. There definitely was something special about this..Jeremy. He was strong, yet seemed sensitive. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would hurt me, unlike the others before him.
I was still hurt.
"But..I think we should get to know eachother just a little bit more, first." I said, emphasizing the 'I' in little, smirking.
He looked at his feet. "Oh..duh. Right, well..would you like to go get ice cream and talk?"
"Sure thing. It's so hot outside..I was just heading to get some ice cream right now, actually." I spoke, staring at his face, memorizing it. There was something about him, so enchanting, that made me never want to look away. Maybe it was the eyes..
"Great! May I, Fair Maiden?" He asked, holding his arm out and bowing.
I repeat, dork. But a gentleman. My kind of man-sweet, dorky, funny, athletic. I know there was more to him than that, though.
"Of course, kind sir" I laughed at my own fail of a British accent.
He snorted, a grin plastered on his face.
We linked arms and walked to Baskin Robbins, better known as Heaven.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
(JEREMY)
Me and Claire, Claire and me. Claire and Jeremy. Jeremy and Claire. That sounded good together, right? Our fake celebrity nickname could be..Jaire. Jaire or Claremy..wow. How about I just call her my girlfriend, and she calls me her boyfriend?
Way better.
We've had many other dates since going out for ice cream that summer. Actually, we had been together for over a year. I think there was a date every week, except for when Claire was studying, (even though I studied with her), but out of all of those dates that linked her to be my girlfriend, I swear the time we went bowling was my favorite.
Claire may be smart and beautiful beyond words, but she was NOT very athletic. At all.
It was either she was throwing the bowling ball down the wrong lane, tripping on her own shoes, falling on her butt, or stomping back to her seat, defeated. It was cute seeing her like that, all angry embarrased, red in the face but not giving up. She was determined, I had to love it.
All in all, Claire and I have had an amazing time being boyfriend and girlfriend.
After, of course, I manned up and asked her after we went for ice cream.
Ahh. Memories. Memories of Claire, the girl I love, and always will love until the day that I die. Of course, it won't be the day till she dies, because I would never let that happen.
If she died, my world would be over. My job was to protect her from the people that wanted to take her life.
You might be thinking Who in the world would want to kill such a sweet, innocent girl? What has she ever done wrong?
You might also think, Wow. What a perfect relationship! It's sure going to last a long time, golly!
That's what we thought too.
Notice the past-tense.
