Hey everyone! Another short little love story for ya! I'm trying to
work on a new long story, or do work on Mango Milkshakes, but I just don't
have time to sit down and write. You'll see more of that stuff when summer
vacation starts. Thank you all for reading!
She wakes with a start. The clock reads 12:01, and she lets out a sigh as
she sees it. She's only been asleep ten minutes.
She told him she'd meet him around 11:30 or midnight, so he could already
be waiting for her. She checks the cell phone. No messages. Maybe he
hasn't left. Maybe he's waiting for her to tell him she'll be there.
She climbs out of bed, cringing as the wood groans a little. She pulls a
sweater over her tank-top and drops the cell phone in the pocket. She
listens for a moment.
Her father's snoring softly, and her parents bed creaks as her mother rolls
over. Their breathing is slow and even, so she knows they're asleep.
Through the walls, she hears her brother's stereo, the bass turned up so
only the beat is audible now. He must have fallen asleep with it on.
She turns the doorknob slowly, taking almost ten minutes just to open the
door silently. Her hands are shaking as she e-mails him, "Love? Are you
She stands in her doorway, listening to the beats of her brother's music,
and the steady breathing of her parents. Finally, she takes a step. Then
another. She lowers herself down one stair, clinging to her doorframe so
as not to put too much weight on the stairs. She knows they don't creak,
but she doesn't want to take a chance on them starting tonight.
She gets to the bottom of the stairs, there's eleven in all. The dog looks
up and wags her tail. Finally, when the figure at the bottom of the stairs
seems like just a shadow, the dog lays back down.
She creeps around the dog, gently stepping on her tail to keep it from
thumping loudly against the floor. She hurries now, seeing that it's taken
her almost half an hour to get down to the kitchen.
With a shaky breath, she paces the kitchen, debating which door to use. If
she goes out the front door, the dog will get up noisily and want to go
outside. If she goes out the side, she'll have to go all the way around
the deck, and someone might hear her walking. She e-mails him again from
the phone, hoping he hasn't left yet.
She decides on the side door, and is about to go to it when the phone
lights up. Message received, it reads. He says he'll meet her in a circle
of trees and bushes in her yard at 11:30. It's already 12:36. The phone
lights up again, and then again as the messages come in. They were sent
over an hour ago, but some problem with the phone or the service has caused
them to be delays.
The final message was sent at 10:54. It says he's leaving his house.
He'll be there in 20 minutes.
She's at the door now. She's shaking, not just her hands, but her whole
body is trembling. She wants to open the door, run down the hill to where
she knows he's waiting, and just lay in his arms. But she can't. Her
hands have turned to stone. She can't lift them to unlock the door.
Through the sliding glass of the door, she can see the bend it her
driveway. Just around that corner, just beyond that tree, he's waiting for
She stares at the trees, tears streaming down her cheeks, wanting just to
be with him. But her hands still won't move. It's almost 1 now; he's been
down there for an hour and a half. She's sobbing, frozen in that place at
Finally she turns and runs back to her room. Nothing has changed. Her
parents still sleep, her brother's music still plays. She closes the door
quietly, but not too carefully. She doesn't care anymore.
She crosses the room in two angry leaps and throws open the window. Part
of her is hoping he'll come up to her window. Part of her knows he won't.
She sinks to the floor and pulls her knees to her chest. She buries her
face in the soft flannel of her pajamas and cries.
When her tears aren't quite as heavy, and her vision not quite so blurry,
she begins e-mailing him. She hates herself right now. She's furious that
she wasn't able just to lift the latch and open that door. She's still
shaking with fear of something. She doesn't know what. And the thing that
pains her the most is him.
She knows he's still down there. She knows he's still waiting for her.
And she knows she doesn't deserve him. He's there, just as he promised,
and he's waiting, true to his word. He said he'd wait all night for her.
She hopes he doesn't. She hopes that he goes home and breaks his promise.
She hopes that he has a flaw, just like she does.
She stands up and gets in bed, wrapping herself in the blanket. She can't
stop shaking. She wants to be down there with him, or for him to be there
in the bed with her. She wants him to hold her as if she did nothing
wrong, to kiss her as if she deserved it.
But that isn't going to happen.
She's still crying. It's almost 4 now, she's been crying for three and a
half hours now. Her tears are starting to dry of her soaked cheeks,
there's no more left in her eyes. The phone vibrates against her
collarbone, right where his kisses could have been. She grabs it and reads
Soon he's responding to all the messages she sent. He's telling her that
she does too deserve the best, she deserves better than him, she deserves
the world. And he says he loves her. She starts to cry again. How can he
love her after that she did? How can he be telling the truth when he tells
her he loves her more than anything in the world and that it's all okay, he
understands? He shouldn't love her. Not when she couldn't even raise her
hands and open the door when she knew he was there waiting for her.
She writes back. She loves him too, more than words can say. He's too
good to her, too nice, she tells him. He responds that he wishes he were
nicer. She knows that's just not possible.
Finally they both say goodnight. She's crying, and she's not sure if she's
happy or upset, or maybe both. All she knows is she loves him with all her
heart, and somehow or another, he still loves her.