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2012 // Ryan
The summer was perfect. The first month and a half, at least. Cassie and I spent every waking moment that we could together. Towards the middle of July, though, I noticed Cassie getting anxious. She'd space out in the middle of conversations. She'd have to take deep breaths to steady her shaking hands. What was most alarming, however, was when she would dodge my questions and comments about college. She'd brush them off with "I don't want to think about school right now," or "let's just enjoy the summer." Part of me was suspicious that she'd broken her promise.
My suspicions were confirmed on July 14th. It was a Saturday night, and the seniors were having a movie night on the lawn. The DVD menu of Super 8 was displayed on a giant projection screen while all of the seniors- minus Cassie and me- gathered on bean bags and beach towels on the lawn in front of it. I was heading to our dock to meet her.
I heard Cassie before I saw her- she cried out, and the sound of breaking branches followed. I ran ahead and saw her sitting on the ground, rubbing her ankle.
"Cass!" I said, rushing over to her.
"I fell down that frickin' hill," she said, her voice breaking.
"Can you walk?" I asked, helping her to one foot.
"I think so," she replied.
"We should go to the first aid room and get you an ice pack." I draped one of her arms across my shoulders as she hopped along the path next to me. She could put a little weight on it, but not enough to walk unassisted.
"And some ice cream?" She asked in a small voice. I looked down at her to see her bottom lip sticking out. I reached down and kissed her, unable to help it.
"Yes, we can get baby some ice cream."
When we arrived at the first aid room, Cassie sat down on one of the plastic chairs by the door. I rummaged around the first aid kits and the drawers until I found the box of ice packs. I popped one and shook it, then handed it to her. I also grabbed an elastic bandage and helped her wrap that around her foot so she wouldn't have to hold the ice pack herself.
I helped her out to the cafeteria and sat her down at a table close to the ice cream machine.
"What's the code?" I asked, reaching for the lock.
"1-2-3-4."
"Seriously?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. I put in the code, and the lock clicked open. I laughed as I filled up a small bowl with chocolate-vanilla swirl- her favorite.
As she ate the ice cream, I was taken back by how beautiful she looked. Even after crying because of the pain in her ankle, she still looked like the type of girl you'd see on the cover of a vintage romance novel. Big, brown eyes with a ring of long, dark lashes around them. Full lips that were naturally dark pink, but her slight sunburn made them even darker. Her entire face was covered in freckles from the sun. And her hair, although the dye job left a little to be desired, was soft and curly, falling out of her ponytail in ringlets around her face.
I loved her.
// Cassie
As I ate my ice cream, I felt Ryan's eyes on me. The pain in my ankle was nothing compared to the anxiety I was dealing with. There wasn't much time left in the summer. If I was going to tell Ryan I wasn't coming to Chapel Hill with him- and I definitely had to- I had to do it soon. But the way he looked at me... I just couldn't. I must have looked like shit. My hair was messy from being in a sweaty ponytail all day, my face was sunburned and tear-stained, and my eyes were probably red from the allergens the woods had to offer.
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