Beginnings

The beginnings of something spectacular

            “If you push me in, you’re going to get it.” Faith said to me, gripping the dock. Her blonde hair flying forward,  

 

            “Come on, I want to swim!” I said in the whiniest tone I could possibly make. I really did though; this was the first time in the year that the temperature was warm enough to go swimming. I’ve always loved this place, Lake Ohama, it has always been my retreat, my place to run to ever since I was a kid. High Hill, Oregon, I was born here and grew up here, it’s a small town, lined with commonly open roads surrounded by farms, forestry or homes, of course. The lake is the primary natural location that brings people here, with its crystal clear waters, surrounding hiking trails, and raw beauty that it births when the sun sets, a spectacular sight that continues to amaze me, even after twenty years. This is my kind of town, small, with hole in the wall restaurants, small grocery stores whose employees I’ve known my whole life, the lake, and of course, Faith, the girl next door. Literally, she lived next door. We were always good friends since childhood, and I always had feelings for her, but the truth is, she is outrageously out of my league. The moment we both hit puberty, boys, well guys I guess, were flocking to her. It hurt, every time she’d tell me about a boy she met, I’d fall apart, I never told her for such a long time because I didn’t want to change/possibly ruin the friendship that we kindled for so long. One day though, I had had enough, and I confessed my feelings to her, which lead to an argument, and a kiss in the rain. Her and her boyfriend Eric, or whatever his name was, were making burritos, and probably other things  that made me cringe to think about. Who knows what they’d do? After she left, I went to the lake, this lake, the one that seems to have answers of sorts for me whenever trouble comes my way. The water gave me some good feeling, of hope, and inspiration to tell her. Immediately I ran to my Jeep, and sped off to her boyfriend’s house, I knew where his house was because she told me the general area of where he lives. I drove around in his neighborhood until I found Faith’s car, a bright yellow Honda Civic. Night had fallen, and rain was dropping down from the clouds like the pieces of me that had fallen every time I heard a story of Faith and some boy; pieces of me that I hoped with all my heart would come back together. I walked up to the house, knocked on the door and waited.

 

            “Simon?” She had said opening the door, with a look of surprised confusion on her face.

 

            “Hey,” I said kind of awkwardly with a smile, “I need to tell you something. I heard John Mayer in the background and smelled Mexican.

 

            “Okay, do you want to come ins-“

           

            “I,”I paused and exhaled, putting my hand on my face. Letting these floodgates open was going to be crazy, “I love you Faith, I always loved you.” She looked at me in utter shock, “I know, the cliché ‘I’ve loved her since childhood’ situation, but you, you make me feel special, you make me feel on top of the world.” I said. She looked at me in pure shock, “look, I know that this is crazy, and you have a boyfriend inside, I just wanted to let you know that you occupy my mind 24/7 and that I’m head over heels for you. Sorry for interrupting your fiesta” I said, and walked off the steps. About halfway into my trek to my car, I heard the door close and, assuming that she went inside, I closed my eyes tight and made a fist, “such a bad idea,” I yelled shooting my hands in the air. I was pretty wet at this point, I didn’t even think about bringing an umbrella, making me even more upset.

 

            “No it wasn’t.” Said a beautiful, soothing, soft voice belonging to a girl that has made my heart stop, that has made me slur my words; a girl that has been on my heart, since day one. I turned around to see her standing at the top of the steps, a slight smile on her face, “it was amazing, and very sweet.” She walked down the stairs slowly, tapping her fingers on the rail. As always she looked beautiful; with her brunette hair starting to stick to her face, her blue eyes piercing my heart, and her small beautiful body that made nearly made my knees buckle. She got close, inches away, and we kissed. It was slow, like in the movies, we both leaned in and our lips met, it was perfect, the moment I’ve always wanted. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her closer to me and held her tight because, well, I didn’t want to let go, I only wanted to hold on to her with everything I had.

 

            “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She said, unraveling me with those ice blue eyes of hers.

 

            “I just,” I said, “I don’t know, I guess I just thought I’d never be good enough I suppose.” That was the truth. I’ve lived my life haunted by insecurities.

 

            “Simon,” she said in a don’t-think-like-that tone, running her hands through my hair. “You are, I mean I am kissing you, and, to be honest, I kind of want to do more than kiss you.” She said, making me blush and smile like a mad man. “You are good enough, for me. I mean, I’ve never really thought of you as liking me, but I always thought you’d be a fantastic boyfriend, you ha-“ but she was interrupted by thunder, which opened our eyes to the fact that we were completely drenched.

 

            “We should go.” I said.

 

            “My place?”  Faith said.

 

            “Sure.” We got into my car and drove off. We talked and talked, only interrupted by Eric calling her. She told her that it was over, which lead to an argument between the two. Eventually I grabbed her phone and hung up.

 

            “Good idea” she said to me with a smile. When I pulled into her driveway, she remembered her car that she left at Eric’s house.

 

            “ Do you want me to go back?” I asked.

 

            “No sweetie, it’s fine.” She said with a slight chuckle. I smiled and look down, my heart pounding like a base drum. “What?” She said with a curious smile.

 

            “Sweetie.” I said looking at her, with a smile on my face that I assumed was massive.

 

            “Let’s go inside” She said to me. We got out of the car and went into her home. I knew         her house like the back of my hand, due to constantly visiting her. We walked into her living room, which as always, was spotless. The black leather u-shaped sectional couch was up against the white wall that had several tiny holes in it that were left over and placing many posters, and picture frames on the walls. Faith’s parents always talked about re-painting the walls, but of course never did. The 60’’ flat screen television stood on a mahogany TV stand that housed movies, video games, a DVD player, and a cable box. The Bird of Paradise still sat in the same clay pot, in between the couch and a desk with a Vizio computer and cluttered papers on it. She handed me a towel and some of her brother’s clothes and I went into the restroom to dry myself off and try on the clothes. They were a bit big, a pair of blue jeans and a green sweater, although I am rather small. I walked out to see Faith in a white T-shirt and blue-checkered pajama pants, even in pajamas she was so beautiful.

 

            “Pajama pants eh?” I said, looking at her.

 

            “Indeed, you look cute.” She said reaching for my hand. I gladly took it and pulled her into me and kissed her, it was soft and slow at first, then becoming a bit more aggressive. I picked her up, resulting in a slight yelp from Faith. Holding onto to her amazing legs that were around me, I opened one eye to see if the couch was clear, then I lay her down on the couch, putting my hands in hers, never wanting to let go. She didn’t want me to go home, and with each time she said stay, my heart pounded with joy. So I did just that, me and her lay down on the couch, watched television, kissed, and did those other things she wanted to do besides kissing (nothing to serious, I know). It was one of the best nights of my life

 

            “Simon?” Faith said to me, I jerked a little, kicking up a bit of water.

 

            “Yep?” I said to her.

 

            “Are you all right?”

 

            “Yeah.” I said with a smile, “I was just thinking about the origins of us.”

 

            “’The origins of us’” She said in my tone, “who says that?” Before I could respond she kissed me, light and sweet. Quickly, I yanked her into the water; I knew I was going to reap something bad with that act.

 

            “Simon!” She said through a smile, splashing water in my face.

 

            “Oh come on!” I said with a smile, “me and you are always wet when we are together.” This is true, aside from the night I confessed my feelings, there had been a plethora of times when me and her were soaking together, whether it was swimming, water balloon fights, or, you know, falling in love in the rain. “Besides all your wearing is that blue shirt and those light blue shorts that I love very much so.” I’ve never been much of the lusty type, but these shorts were short.  I swam closer to her and gave her a kiss. We swam for hours, talking, kissing, and hanging out. Her and I both jumped into the water at the same time, and while under water I kissed her yet again, it was pretty awesome for my first time, my arms around her and her hands in my hair; talk about an amazing kiss. After we resurfaced from the jump, we decided to head back to the Jeep. As usual, we didn’t have anything to dry ourselves off with, so it was a rather wet drive. When we got back to her house, I went into the same restroom to dry off and put on clothes that belonged to the same brother of the same girl I was in love who was wearing the same pajamas. When I got out of the restroom I saw her wearing the PJs with a big smile on her face; she was planning this.

 

            “You rock.” I said, putting an arm around her as we walked into the living room.

 

            “I know.” She said with a smirk.

 

            “As we lay down on the couch, the benevolent déjà vu of when we first met kicked in and I kissed her. We didn’t even bother to turn on the television; we just turn the lights off, held each other close and drifted into a deep sleep. 

 

 

Reviews

[Rachel]

Congratulations on winning the Two Sentence Horror Story Contest! Here is my review, as promised. I usually do not venture into reading so much romance as I am more of a horror fan, but as far as romance goes, this was great! I liked the story and the characters. Good job!