Dear Diary 2 Chapter 8

Shooting Stars

Note: this is in the past. One of the normal Saturdays I wish for. I used to love this story, it was the reason I came on the internet every day, but I have to find the spark I used to have for it.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" I hopped on my right foot to the door wretching my keys off of the hook by the dish table and switching the light off while simultaneously running a mental list in my head. Did I have everything?
Purse
Check.
Keys
Check.
Phone
Check.
Money
Check.
Pants
Check.

That was it. I swung the door closed and jimmied the key in the dead bolt while gingerly applying pressure to the foot to see if it could handle weight. Stupid couch. I spun toward the rainy walkway and slammed right into the brick wall of Nick Altobelli's chest. I stepped back and started to greet him when he grabbed me and swung me up into his arms, "Nick!" I protested as he carried me swiftly down the steps and across the soggy lawn. "Put me down this instant! You know I'm afraid of heights!... Nick!" Soon the car was revealed through the thick Hayes Crossing fog and he gingerly placed me upright beside the passenger door of it.

"Right this way ma'am," he gestured, opening the door for me.

I paused before entering, "why thank you kind prince, however shall I repay you?"

A look came into his eye as he bent down and pressed his lips lightly to mine. It was a peck though, the quickest of kisses and he gracefully pulled back. "No need, I take what I want," he winked. I laughed before hopping in.

We talked as he drove us, normally we would have walked but it was misty and foggy- the worst combination- and I was in no mood for a stroll through the weather. I relaxed against the soft leather seat.

"You know," I began grandly, "I was once a simple girl."

He turned to look at me, shock written across his features. "You?" He asked, incredulous. He thought about this for a second and then shook his head no. "No, I cannot recall you ever being normal."

I rolled my eyes and drew patterns on the window, "I didn't say normal. I said simple. There's a difference."

Again he shook his head, "I don't think so, one implies the other."

"Just like destiny and fate. People assume that they mean the same thing. They don't." I informed him.

He turned to glance at me, "I don't believe much in those."

I was puzzled by this, "why?" I asked, genuinely uncertain of the answer.

"Because," he started, "people say, it's destiny all of the time, but usually only when something good happens. What if your life turns out crappy? Is it supposed to make you feel better that God planned that for you?"

I thought about that for a second. "I guess not."

Nick nodded and continued, "and besides, if my life is planned out for me then why try in the first place? Why give effort for something that I can't stop, even if I wanted to?"

I smiled to myself, "my, my someone's a pessimist."

He rolled his eyes, "well someone has to counterbalance you and all of your hippieness."

"On behalf of Webster, I reject that word." I said this as we were getting out of the car, parked in our normal spot infront of the Cinema.

"What's playing this weekend Merril?" Nick asked as we approached the ticket booth.

The curly, blonde looked up from her paper and smiled, showing the gum she was chewing. "Congratulations you two, I head the big news," her voice rang out, even from behind the plexiglass.

I blushed and Nick wrapped an arm around my waist. "Thank's Mrs. Marshall. It means a lot."

Absentmindedly I twisted the beautiful ring on my finger and wondered again why he would want to spend his life with the same boring person he had known the whole time.

The thoughts dissolved as he looked down at me, eyes shining with pride. He and Merill talked like this for a few minutes before we got our tickets and stepped through the swinging doors to take our usual seats.
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