A/N: idk what to call it yet. any help would be loved! and this is just a short chapter story. so don't worry, i need as much help as possible with it! the grammar, be harsh. so i hope you like it (i'm not much of a romantic)

All the problems seem so far when you have a heart of gold and a girl of steel. Although, a heart of gold isn’t always what a person really wants. Gold doesn’t rust and it stays beautiful through rain and snow. Plus, it’s worth so much, just as my heart was to her.

After high school—the summer after graduation—was the best time of my life. Kaitlyn was the highlight of my world, my super girl. Her light brown hair chopped around to her shoulders and her dark blue eyes the color of the night sky. She was gorgeous and smart.

Graduation was sad, and it meant so much to us, but the night after, we had a huge fight...

“What do you mean?” she shot me a dirty look, holding a cup in her left hand. “I know she’s my sister, but you can’t just go on and about with her.”

Shaking my head, I sat up on the couch, “Kait, it’s not like I like her, we’re just friends, remember? She introduced us.” It wasn’t like her to be jealous of anyone, especially her sister.

“Yeah, until she realizes your shaggy black hair and crystal blue eyes are memorizing and she falls—” she stopped herself before she said something stupid she’d regret later.

I raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about? You aren’t seriously jealous because I want to go visit her?”

“So now you want to?” she yelled, jerking up. The drink splashed in the cup, sprinkling the white carpet with Dr. Pepper.

I stood up, trying to ignore the stains that were going to be left in the white fluff, “Kait, please...” she picked her shoes up and walked to the door. She turned the lock and threw it open. Outside the crickets chirped and the dark sky was highlighted with a half moon. “What do you think you can do? Three miles from town? Really?”

“Walk home,” she shot me a dirty look and dropped the cup on the porch. “It’s less than an hour walk...” she looked down at her feet and pulled her sneakers on over her rainbow socks.

“Don’t be stupid—crap.” I wanted to slap myself after that, but I ran after her, already halfway through the yard.

“Thanks!” she screamed, starting to run to the road.

Cursing under my breath, I jogged after her, hoping to snap some sense into her. “Listen, sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, just your siter is a dear friend of mine, and I didn’t think you’d care because you’re so easy going. And you love your sister.” I caught up to her, but if she understood me, it was a surprise; I was talking so fast I barely understood half of what I was saying.

“Now I’m e-easy,” she choked out. I saw her hands go to her face and wipe away the tears that were evident in her voice.

“Babe,” I was a few feet behind her—keeping my distance—along the white lines painted on the black road. “Please, I won’t go. Just stop walking, come back and I’ll take you. I’ll give you the car so you can drive,” I looked at the forest below the ditch, dark and unknown.

Stopping she turned around, her eyes half pink, half black from the dark, and her cheeks smeared with the mascara that I hated her wearing. She was a beautiful girl, overemotional at times, and extremely clumsy, but I loved her, without the material products.

“You know I hate when you visit her...” she stomped her foot—almost commanding her body to listen—and rubbed the back of her hand across the bottom of her eyes. “Be-be-cause she knows the-the you I ne-never did.” Her words caught in her throat.

“I know... but you know me better than anyone ever else will... and I want it to always be that way, Kait...” I stopped for a minute and rummaged in my pocket for my gift. It wasn’t midnight yet, but it was close enough.

“Three years ago, tomorrow, you changed my life for the better, and even though I was in high school, you made me feel complete, like I didn’t need anything else, for the rest of time...” I bent down, kneeling on my right knee, and held up the little box I’d retrieved and held it open.

I looked up in her eyes, matching the background perfectly, “Kaitlyn Jane Moore, will you marry me?”

Her hands flew to her agape mouth as more tears welled up in her eyes, “...” her hands were shaking and feet were jumpy, “Tyler... of course!” her hands flew in the air as I stood up. I pulled the ring from the box and put it around her finger; her hands locked around my neck and she kissed me like never before. The unsteady feeling in my stomach erupted, and I felt at complete peace.

She let go of my neck and began walking back to my place, her fingers interlaced with mine. “So... Kaitlyn Jane Moore Ambrose?” she giggled, her thumb stroking the silver band—she hated yellow and gold—placed with a square cut diamond.

“Tyler, I love you...And I’m sorry I got so mad at you...it was unreasonable...” she whispered, her head down.

We were in front of my driveway when I felt the uneasy rumbling in my stomach. “Kait, I love you...” I found myself saying, knowing that my heart was the reason she fell in love with me; the way I wore it on my sleeve and never let someone I loved be pushed back by the world. She told me once that was the reason she loved me so, because I stood up for her, without knowing her or ever speaking to her, and she wanted so much to thanks me in the best possible way.

“Ty, haha,” she laughed as she let go of my hand to slap a mosquito, in the process, she tripped—probably over air—and landed face down against the concrete.

“What?” I asked, turning around, not noticing she fell down at the time. I saw her wriggling to stand up, but she’d scraped both her knees. “Kait, you okay?” and just as I began walking back to her, a car came around the driveway, going at least fifty, and crashed into the fallen girl.

“Kaitlyn?!” I screamed as I watched her body fly in the air and land on the small field surrounding my house, before the yard. Tears welled up in my eyes as she thumped against the ground. I saw the headlights flicker off and the car screech to a stop.

“Tyyyler?” a voice came. In the dark, the brown hair looked almost invisible, but the blue eyes looked so clear. The car was by no means old; the person could only be one spoiled man: “Zach!” I screamed at him, running to Kait’s side. She was bleeding, and barely moving. I checked her pulse and began to pump her chest. Blowing in her mouth I heard Zach walking in after me.

“I hit-it the dogg, man?” he asked.

I don’t know if he heard everything I said, I can’t even remember it all. All I recall is saying: ‘Call 9-1-1, jerk!’ And that’s it. The constant pushing and pumping was all that was on my mind.

“Kait?” I asked, putting her head in my lap, and brushing her golden locks from her face. “Baby, you okay?” the ambulance’s sirens pulled in, lighting up the sky. I heard Zach say something, but I can’t remember what, and then the EMT’s came and put her in a neck brace.

“Ty...” I heard a whisper, barely audible, “I... love you.”