Forever and Always (LOALT) - Part 2
This the second part of Love of a lifetime, but it got renamed to Forever and Always :) Please comment!! thanks for reading sorry it took so long
"It’s a long story." I wasn’t sure if it was one I even wanted to share, especially with a stranger I just met. It was kind of nice though. Everyone else had looked at me like a new, undiscovered species, invading on their territory. But Jared, he was warm and welcoming.
"I can give us some time." He hauled me towards the front of the classroom where Mr. Anderson was discussing instruments with another student.
"Pardon me for interrupting." He always talked so smoothly, it was almost inhuman, like he didn’t even try. "But I was helping Miss Elisabeth and she was having a problem with all the noise, so I was wondering if you could let us go outside and practice." It took me a minute to realize that this is what he meant by more time. Persuasion was like his second nature.
"Oh well, yes certainly if that is the case." Mr. Anderson replied without looking up.
Jared looked down at me with a jaw-wrenching grin as he took my hand in his. "Thank you Mr. Anderson."
I smiled as he pulled me out of the room and into the still, phantom halls. Something about being so close to him made me feel happy. I had just met him and yet something inside of me felt like I could never let him go. I had a strange sensation to tell him everything about me, to get even closer to him.
"As you were saying Miss. Kris." He waved for me to continue as we headed for the cafeteria doors.
"Oh…" I scanned the cafeteria as we walked in. "What are we…" Jared squeezed my hand as we walked towards the end of the long room. The wall was made of completely glass, allowing the welcoming sun to glow in; it made the room shimmer.
"This is California; you can’t honestly think we were going to practice inside?" He replied jokingly.
We broke through the bulky glass doors and into the heat of fall. I smiled as the sun’s rays warmed my skin. The air was fresh but cool, thick like mist and filled with the smell of the beach only minutes away. Deffinetly better than sitting in the music room.
"Do you like it here?" He looked at my awe and smiled.
"It’s….beautiful, how could you not?"
"Have you ever been to the beach before you moved here?" I tried to keep the smile on my face as I realized he wasn’t going to leave me alone until I answered his question.
"No, my dad and I didn’t really go out of state a lot. We mainly just biked and camped. The mountains were gorgeous; it was hard to leave them." I sighed. "That’s why I’m here….with my mom. My dad…." I shook my head; I hadn’t told anyone what had happened before. My mom got a call; everyone at school was there when it happened. I just never needed to.
"Oh." Jared let go of my hand a turned my around so he could give me a hug. I felt my eyes water and tried to hold them back as much as possible. Not here, not with Jared; we just met. "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay….it was just a car accident." I felt my voice crack as I pinched my eyes closed. Jared squeezed my shoulders.
"He loved you." I smiled a little at his attempt to comfort me.
"Thank you." I pulled away and sat on the edge of the curb, setting my guitar next to me.
"And you still have your mom too." He smiled and took a spot next to me.
"Yeah I guess…" His smile faded a little. I thought of the best way to explain it."I love her, she’s my mom, you know? But she’s not ‘a’ mom." That seemed to be the best way to sum it all up.
"What do you mean?" His brows squished together in confusion. I had an odd feeling to reach up and smooth the pucker between them.
"She…..just…wasn’t really around when I was a kid. Which is why me and my dad were so close." The past tense of ‘were’ burned into my mind and made my chest ache.
"I can give us some time." He hauled me towards the front of the classroom where Mr. Anderson was discussing instruments with another student.
"Pardon me for interrupting." He always talked so smoothly, it was almost inhuman, like he didn’t even try. "But I was helping Miss Elisabeth and she was having a problem with all the noise, so I was wondering if you could let us go outside and practice." It took me a minute to realize that this is what he meant by more time. Persuasion was like his second nature.
"Oh well, yes certainly if that is the case." Mr. Anderson replied without looking up.
Jared looked down at me with a jaw-wrenching grin as he took my hand in his. "Thank you Mr. Anderson."
I smiled as he pulled me out of the room and into the still, phantom halls. Something about being so close to him made me feel happy. I had just met him and yet something inside of me felt like I could never let him go. I had a strange sensation to tell him everything about me, to get even closer to him.
"As you were saying Miss. Kris." He waved for me to continue as we headed for the cafeteria doors.
"Oh…" I scanned the cafeteria as we walked in. "What are we…" Jared squeezed my hand as we walked towards the end of the long room. The wall was made of completely glass, allowing the welcoming sun to glow in; it made the room shimmer.
"This is California; you can’t honestly think we were going to practice inside?" He replied jokingly.
We broke through the bulky glass doors and into the heat of fall. I smiled as the sun’s rays warmed my skin. The air was fresh but cool, thick like mist and filled with the smell of the beach only minutes away. Deffinetly better than sitting in the music room.
"Do you like it here?" He looked at my awe and smiled.
"It’s….beautiful, how could you not?"
"Have you ever been to the beach before you moved here?" I tried to keep the smile on my face as I realized he wasn’t going to leave me alone until I answered his question.
"No, my dad and I didn’t really go out of state a lot. We mainly just biked and camped. The mountains were gorgeous; it was hard to leave them." I sighed. "That’s why I’m here….with my mom. My dad…." I shook my head; I hadn’t told anyone what had happened before. My mom got a call; everyone at school was there when it happened. I just never needed to.
"Oh." Jared let go of my hand a turned my around so he could give me a hug. I felt my eyes water and tried to hold them back as much as possible. Not here, not with Jared; we just met. "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay….it was just a car accident." I felt my voice crack as I pinched my eyes closed. Jared squeezed my shoulders.
"He loved you." I smiled a little at his attempt to comfort me.
"Thank you." I pulled away and sat on the edge of the curb, setting my guitar next to me.
"And you still have your mom too." He smiled and took a spot next to me.
"Yeah I guess…" His smile faded a little. I thought of the best way to explain it."I love her, she’s my mom, you know? But she’s not ‘a’ mom." That seemed to be the best way to sum it all up.
"What do you mean?" His brows squished together in confusion. I had an odd feeling to reach up and smooth the pucker between them.
"She…..just…wasn’t really around when I was a kid. Which is why me and my dad were so close." The past tense of ‘were’ burned into my mind and made my chest ache.
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