I'm with Stupid, Yeah I Wish

We were both so stupid. But I guess it was my fault we became that way...

A Little Less Sixteen Candles...

I sighed out of frustration and defeat as I sat in the beautiful church on the corner of First and Elm. I had never attended church regularly but when things got too hard, when I felt as if I would be suffocated under the pressure, I came here to clear my head.

And right now, that was exactly how I felt. I'm leaving for college in two weeks and I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm in love with my best friend. He and I had been together since we were in diapers. We went through life together, helped each other through the Hell that starts when boys no longer have cooties and girls aren't icky. Kyle'd always been there for me, no matter the time of day.

I'd known how I felt about him when we turned 13. But back then I'd been to scared to tell him, afraid that I'd be he cause of our friendship's collapse. So I'd boxed it up and shoved it into storage at the back of my mind for the next 5 years, like you do with unwanted birthday gifts. Why did it have to resurface now? I actually know the answer to that one. Kyle had been accepted to a University... across the country from the college I had decided to dain with my presence. We would be seperated for the first time in our 18 years.

Glancing up towards the stained glass windows that littered the walls of the cathedral I caught a glimpse of the display on my cell phone that lay next to me on the oak bench.

ONE MISSED CALL : Kyle. Of course it was him, it was always him. Deciding it was time for me to be headed home I grabbed my cell phone and stepped into the aisle. Simultaneously, I flipped open my phone and punched in Kyle's number. He answered on the first ring and before he could utter a word I told him, "Yes Kyle, I'm on my way and no I'm perfectly fine walking home." He never underestimated my ability to trip over nothing but my own two feet.

"Creepy Bridget, very creepy. But your sure? I mean I could always come get you," he said, his voice trailing off at the end.

"No Ky, I'm fine. Besides, didn't your mom take your license?," I loved being able to hold something over his head for once. He'd driven his mother's brand new car into a telephone pole. Kyle had been laughing too hard to notice the car veering a bit too far to the right. How did I know this? Well of course I'd been in the passenger seat.

I smiled gleefully as I continued my way down the aisle after checking to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything in the third pew on the left where I'd been sitting.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine, but call me when you get home," he grumbled goodnaturedly into the phone.

"Kay, I'll call you then," and with that I broke the connection.

I still had a smile on my face as I waved goodbye to the pastor sitting in the last pew and pushed open the heavy doors that had been closed against the sunlight. Slipping out into the bright day I pulled on my ever trusty sunglasses, protecting my emerald eyes the best I could from the blazing sun. As I descended the stairs I took a look at my surroundings. To my left was the bakery "Well Honey" that I loved dearly, on my right were a row of houses that, back in the day, were the pride of our little town.

I loved those houses. They had held so much within their walls. The history and stories those houses depicted...it was amazing. I knew they'd been there since the late 1800's to the early 1900's and the interesting histories of the people that had originally owned them so many years ago. One day, one day somewhere far in the future, I wanted to own the beautiful house in the center of the bunch. It was old, shabby even, but it was also once the most beautiful home in Oakfield, Pennsylvania. It had a large bay window, two large balconies, a gorgeous porch, and an original stained glass window peeking out from the attic onto the front yard. If the glass wasn't so opaque it would be a great place to look out from onto the street below.

I was lost in my own mind as I walked slowly by the house that I loved so much...almost as much as Kyle. Cheesy, your right, but it's the truth. The man living there was getting on in age, as I could tell from his graying hair and stiff nature while he tended to his small vegetable garden off to the side of his home. I wondered if he was planning to sell anytime soon.

Before I knew it I was home and walking through my front door. "I'm home!" I called as I shed my flip-flops, a summer must have.

"Mom?" I hadn't gotten a response to my holler like usual. I turned to enter the kitchen when a pair of hands, that were attached to a muscular specimen, reached out from behind me and coverd my eyes, easily taking away my sight. Of course I knew it was Kyle, wasn't it always? But as I struggled to pull away he just held me tighter to his chest. Kyle, or the man I presumed to be Kyle, lifted me off of my feet and began to carry me as if I was a mere sack of potatoes.

"Kyle what the fuck are you doing?! PUT ME DOWN!" I thrashed, more like tried to, in his arms, straining to free myself from him. Sure, I liked the feel of his strong arms around me and his toned chest against my back but he was up to something..and with Kyle that could mean anything. Anything from dropping you into the pool to pouring a jar of honey over your head while in an open field...full of was unpredictable but sometimes that was a good thing. Right now?, not so much. I was just about to fling my leg back and kick Kyle where it hurts when he dropped me, removing his hold on my body. But at the same time I heard a loud chorus of "SURPRISE!", from the room. It was then that I took a look around the room. My family and friends were gathered in my living room with a banner hanging on the far wall. "Happy Birthday Bridget" It read in bright green letters. Oh. My. God. I had forgotten my own birthday.

A/N: Ok guys I did some serious revision. I've finally decided to fix it up after hearing from some of you guys out there. I would love for you to review and make suggestions, I'll take it all. I really wasn't to happy with the story before..it just didn't work for me. I needed to make it different not so..I don't know solid? That doesn't make sense but I felt that way. I'm working on the next chapter so tell me what you think so I can keep it in mind for the next chapter!!! Love you guys 3