Hello. (:

this is for logan.

Come what may, I will love you.
Come What May – Moulin Rouge Soundtrack

I found myself in some old garage, on a lot without a house. Emma had told me something about the family who lived here a long time ago, but I didn’t care too much. Now, I was just thankful that it was open. And perfect for hiding out in.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I was being torn in so many different directions. Give Mick a chance; move back to NYC; don’t give Mick a chance but stay here. And so on. I was lost and confused and I honestly didn’t know what I wanted.

I started to cry, the tears streaming down my cheeks. I could stay. I could go out with Mick and see what happens. I could pitch a fit and make mom take me back to New York. I could do everything but decide on what I was going to do.

So many choices. So many different ways that this could go.

I could take a chance – I knew relationships at this age wouldn’t last, but I could make some wonderful memories with Mick. Or, I could go the safe route; going back to New York. Back to my old friends, back to my old way of life. Back to all my plans.

I was in that shed for at least an hour, judging by the moon’s movement. I stayed hidden as I heard people call for me, first Jordan and Cirelda, and then Mick. My mom’s voice came last, but I waited it out, knowing that I didn’t want to face her yet. It barely registered with me that I could be making them very worried. I was just so confused.

When I finally left the shed, I had made up my mind. It was a hard decision for me to make, but I had made it, and I was going to make myself stick to it, no matter what.

I took a deep breath, and prepared myself to face my mother and who knows who else back at home.

I had made my decision.

Mick was swinging on the swing next to me, holding my hand as we swung. It was difficult, since we had to be almost perfectly in sync or our arms would be pulled out of our sockets, but somehow we find a sort-of synchronized pattern. School would be out in two days, and I was thrilled. I’d be spending half of my summer with my dad in New York City, where I would be able to hang out with Jordan and Cirelda. The other half would be spent back here, hanging out with Mick. It was going to be a blast. We’d be celebrating our eight-month anniversary when I got back home. I was so delighted that we had made it last that long.

“You’re not going to forget me, are you, when you’re gone all that time and having a blast in New York?” he asked me, smiling up at me under his baseball cap. I was getting to know his smiles, and this one was one of my favorites. The way he shielded part of his face with the visor of his hat, but I could still see his eyes peeking out from under it and his smile crooked on his face.

“Well…” I said, smiling. He squeezed my hand. “Probably not. As long as you email me at least every other day like you promised you would.”

“Of course I will.” He rubbed his thumb in circles on my thumb. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you, too. But I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can party!” I said, giggling.

“Yeah,” he said, and smiled. We started swinging higher, and higher, and now it was crucial that we stayed together. Somehow, we managed fairly well, and I was happy about that.

“You ready for this?” I asked him, grinning. Since we had started our hold-hands-on-swings thing, I’d wanted so desperately to jump off with him, while holding his hand. Mick, however, wasn’t too keen on that idea. Something about how he hated jumping off of swings.

“No.”

“Okay, well, we can get a little lower first, how’s that?” I asked, since we were pretty much swinging as high as we could.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, a ‘nope!’ That’s different from a ‘no.’ Am I wearing down your resolve?” I asked as we slowed down, getting lower.

“No.”

“Please? Just once, I promise. Do it this one time, and I’ll never say another word about doing it again.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because! I don’t want to.”

“Fine,” I said, and I let go of his hand and flew off the swing. I loved that moment of flying, that quick second where you feel like you’re totally free. And then I hit the ground, a perfect landing, and turned around to look at Mick.

“What did you do that for?” he asked, eyes wide.

“I just felt like it. C’mon, it’s not too bad!”

He glared at me, and then before I realized what was happening he was out of the swing and sitting on the ground, groaning.

“You should have waited until it got a bit lower for your first time,” I said, trying not to laugh. I walked forward and offered him my hand.

“Ha. Ha. Thanks for telling me that,” he grumbled, taking my hand and standing up. “Hold still for a second, okay?”

I raised an eyebrow, but did as told. The rim of his hat brushed against the side of my head and then his lips were on mine and then they weren’t. He was still holding my hand, and looking at me like he was afraid that I’d slap him or something. I smiled. It was my, and our, first kiss.

“Come on! I wanna go down the slide!” I told him, and he smiled back. We raced off towards the big metal slide, giggling and laughing and still holding hands.

It was a different kind of happiness, the kind I felt as Mick and I ran around the playground. A pure, simple, and innocent kind. I loved it.

This small town was starting to feel like –dare I say it?- home. And I didn’t mind.

The end!
there will be no sequel.
don’t even ask.

but you will hear more from me,
in the terms of stories. :D