Right Here Waiting
Wherever you go
whenever you fall
I'll be right here waiting
It was the last day of summer, the saddest day by far. I sat on the stone bench overlooking the sandy beaches and crystalline water of the sea. The last day of summer bought all the good and happy times to an end, the summer romances closing as everyone went their separate ways.
A shadow darkened the last rays of sunshine. Protecting my eyes from the sun, I looked up at him. He stood, tall and handsome, in front of me, a quirky smile on his perfect, cupid bow lips.
"Hello, Christina." His voice was low, private, only for my ears to hear. Although, I don't know why saying, 'hi' is such a private matter.
"Hello," I replied, already uneasy to where this may lead. Conner Mitchell was the 'It' boy, the drop dead gorgeous, sex God kind of guy that every girl - and I do mean every girl, including me - lusted after and worshipped the ground he walked on. Except maybe I wasn't so obvious about it. I didn't doodle I Heart CM in my notebook or blush at every word he said. Or at his smile. Or at those little lights he get's in his eyes when he laughs. I mean, come on. Cut me some slack. I did have some pride.
He sat down on the bench beside me, totally uninvited, so close that our knees were almost touching. And he was looking directly at me, which didn't help the sudden feeling of escaping butterflies in my belly. His jean clad knee brushed none-too-subtly against my bare one. I looked away.
"So," He started, elbows resting on the back of the bench, face tilted towards the setting sun, "What are you doing out here all alone?"
I studied my cuticles intently. "I, er, was just savoring the last few hours of summer left." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Conner wasn't the kind of guy who cared about the sun setting or the moon rising. To him, they were just things that happened daily. As far as he was concerned, the sun rising meant football practice and the moon rising meant that he had to find out where the nearest keg party was.
He didn't reply immediately, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, like he was having trouble to contain
the emotion. The words he spoke surprised me, "It is beautiful, isn't it? The last time we might see a sun like this before next summer."
Nodding, I peeked from under my lashes at him. His face was still tilted towards the sun, but one corner of his mouth was tilted in a playful smile. I frowned. What was so funny?
He turned to look at me, eyes alight with amusement. "Christina, you are rather beautiful. Just like the sun itself." He murmured, lifting up one hand to trace the contours of my face. I blushed, trying not to look directly at him.
"What's the matter, Chrissy?" He asked, calling me by my childhood nick name. I wondered, silently, how he came to know of it. It wasn't like anybody used it. Much. My brother was the one who insisted I was 'still his little sister Chrissy, no matter what'.
"N-nothing." I stammered, which made me blush again. Connor laughed and a blonde lock fell into his enchanting green eyes. Without thinking, I reached out and pushed the lock away from his face, my fingertips skimming the surface of his warm skin.
My blush seemed to be a permanent fixture upon my face. I let my hand fall back into my lap where I interlocked my fingers, fighting the urge to touch him again.
"You have wonderful eyes," He said and he gave me the impression he was flirting. Scratch that. I knew he was flirting. With me. Why?
I looked down and let my auburn hair form a curtain around my face. "What colour are they?" I asked, testing him to see if he really had noticed my eyes, or was only playing.
He chuckled, fingers brushing against my bare shoulder. "Hazel. But depending by the direction of the light, they are either green or brown." He replied. I didn't have to look up to know he was smiling. It was in his voice. His fingers stopped drawing patterns on my shoulder and they moved up to my neck.
"What colour are they now?" I asked, sounding breathless. He rested his arm around my shoulders and leant in close, his breath pushing apart the hair covering my ears so I could hear the words.
He was right. My eyes were green. I turned my face to look at him, and realized our noses were only inches apart. He smiled, the arm around my shoulders pulling me closer still.
With his free hand, he pushed my hair over my shoulder and brushed his thumb across my lips. Could he hear my heart beating frantically against my ribs?
"Do you mind this?" He asked, letting the arm around my waist slide away so he could stroke my back.
"N-no." I stammered, again, and automatically leant forward, into his tight embrace.
When he kissed me, it was sweet, slow, and tentative, as if he had never tried such a thing before. It was special. And this isn't only the 'oh, I have a crush!' side of me speaking. It's also the, 'I am a Straight A student' side of me talking. His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones as the kiss deepened and my arms went around his shoulders, holding him tightly to me.
He pulled away first, giving me small kisses around my face. Then, he looked at me and smiled. "Who said summer has to come to an end?"
I laughed. "No one."
"Then let's keep it going." He replied, and kissed me again.
"Why?" I breathed, "Why me?"
"Because," Was his simple reply. To be honest, I couldn't be bothered to push him about it.
Looking back, I wonder why I hadn't pushed him to tell me, why everything seemed to fit into place on that last summer day. And when I finally left for college, as he hugged me at the airport and kissed me, he said, "I'll be right here waiting."
And he has. Six months have passed since I saw him properly. At first, I couldn't see him. People stood in front of me, looking for the people supposed to meet them and the shouts and cries of reunited families filled my ears.
I didn't have to wait for long, though. Hands on my waist, lips at my ear, Conner sang softly, only for me to hear, "Wherever you go, whenever you fall, I'll be right here waiting for you."
a/: My first ever one-shot. And I mean ever. What did you think? Liked it? Hated it? Let me know, please. Feedback is much appreciated.