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Post by mala1152 on Aug 7, 2009 8:29:15 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Damian McGinty’s “Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen” blared from my CD player in my room as I was getting ready for the day. The song really couldn’t be more fitting, seeing as today I turned sixteen! I was mildly excited. You see, I am not any normal teenager, my reactions and behaviors to certain situations differ from those of my friends. I’m usually the more serious of my friends. I don’t get super hyper over some things as trivial as birthdays, but sixteen is a big one, hence my mild apprehension. Of course, I was always eager to get presents…but don’t think of me as a materialistic, shallow being, because that I am not! I am merely human . . . Anyway, as I was brushing my hair, I looked in my mirror. Pictures of my favorite thing in the world, Celtic Thunder, were taped on close to every square inch of my bedroom, including my mirror. There were many of my friends, as well, but I saw them on a daily basis and didn’t appreciate their pictures as much as Celtic Thunder’s. I gazed into the deep, dreamy blue eyes of Damian McGinty, saw a light reflecting off of George Donaldson’s bald head (teehee), chuckled as I saw Ryan Kelly’s crooked smile, giggled as I saw Paul Byrom’s one eyebrow raised (of that, I have always been jealous), and sighed as I saw Keith Harkin’s incredibly long, blonde hair. I looked elsewhere at the pictures on my mirror of my friends. My best friend in the whole wide world was staring right back at me, her hazel eyes penetrating mine. Her name is Mackenzie O’Reilly, and she has been my very best friend since we met in three year old preschool. I call her Mack. My name is Abigail, but everyone calls me Abby (except for Mack, she calls me Abs, which has nothing to do with my abdomen muscles, thank you very much). There’s one picture of us together, taken on the day we graduated from eighth grade, only two years ago. We haven’t changed much. Mack still has her same hazel eyes, defined cheekbones, rounded lips, and stunningly beautiful dark red hair. I look at another picture of my other friends, Addison, with her crazy, wildly curly blonde hair, Destiny, with her bronzed, impeccable skin, Gianna, all four feet, ten inches of her, and Madeline, with her bubbly, fiery personality and gorgeous curves. Then I look in the mirror at my own reflection: I see little. Of course, I see myself, but not the way I wish I could. As with all my friends, there is something special about each and every one of them, on the outside as well as the inside. As for me, there is just nothing special about me, I am a “plain Jane.” Brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, a couple freckles, a round face, and a few blemishes here and there. Your typical, pass-through-the-crowd-what’s-so-special-about-her kind of gal. I sighed, and then turned my back on my mirror to go downstairs to the backyard, to where my sixteenth birthday party would be taking place. I had just barely walked out the door when I was ambushed by my two little twin brothers with their dart guns. “Boys!” my mother yelled as I swatted away the orange dart. “Not today! We have a party to get ready for, and all you two are doing is messing around! Put those down, and go set up the patio set! NOW!” My mother always gets a little antsy when we have guests over, but for parties, she always flips out. The backyard looked nice, with nice red picnic tables set up for the guests and the grill fired up with burgers and hot dogs. I was about to pick up a tablecloth for one of the picnic tables when someone hugged me roughly from behind, almost knocking me to the ground. “Abs! Happy birthday, babe!” said Mack “It’s your big day, ya know!” She gushed on and on about how important today was. I struggled to breathe in her iron-tight grasp. “Nice to-to . . . ehem see you too, Mack.” I gasped. She let go, and then said to me, “Wait ‘til you see what I got you. You will definitely love me forever!” I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, wondering what her scheming mind has come up with now. If only I knew how right she was . .
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 7, 2009 15:37:28 GMT -5
ok, im just to anxious to update that im doing 2 in one day! here goes...its a bit more lengthy than the last...
Chapter 2
I. Couldn’t. Believe. It. He was right there and all I could do was just collapse, like some crazed fan. That’s all I could really think about while I was coming to. Damian had been right there in front of me and I just passed out! It turns out that Mack was absolutely correct – I will definitely love her forever because of her gift to me. What had happened, or what I had remembered before I fainted, was that after the guests sang Happy Birthday and I had blown out my candles, Mack had stood up on a chair and announced to everyone, “Okay, okay, now don’t go crazy just ‘cause there’s some cake to be eaten! I just wanted to present my gift to Abby, so without further ado, I give you . . . Damian McGinty!” And he literally came out of nowhere. He stepped up three little steps to the patio so we could all see him clearly, and with a microphone in hand, began to sing “Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen.” My face froze; it was just incredible. Damian McGinty, at my house, singing for me, on my birthday . . . it was just too much! The next thing I knew, I am laying on the couch, with several voices surrounding me. My mom sounded worried, but my brothers seemed to get a big kick out of me passing out. My dad yelled at them to go outside and leave me alone. I heard Addison, Gianna, and Madeline all talking somewhere near the other end of the room. Furthest away were the voices of Mack, Destiny, and . . . and . . . a deep voice that I was positive I had heard before, but it seemed too good to be true. I thought I was dreaming when I heard his voice before in the backyard, and now that I hear it again, I think that my dreams are getting better and better! Then I hear some chatter outside and it all comes flooding back into my brain, like some dam has just broken and information and memories were let loose – Damian. The far away deep voice belongs to Damian! He was here! No way, I thought. This is just impossible! But when I decided to finally open my eyes, there he was, talking to Mack and Destiny. I was seriously irritated with my mom for running over to the couch and blocking my view of Damian. Addison saw my agitated expression and giggled with Madeline and Gianna. I shot them a glare, then turned to face my mother. “Abby, are you okay?” Her voice was dripping with concern. “You just-” and she clapped her hands together vertically, showing that I collapsed. “Yeah, Mom, I’m fine!” I replied, swinging my legs to the side of the couch to stand. My mom’s hands pushed me firmly back down. Addison snickered. “You are NOT getting up off this couch, what if you faint again?” she asked. I shot my three friends a pleading look which I knew they would understand as a request for assistance. Madeline moved closer to the couch and to my parents, saying, “Oh, I think she’ll be alright, now that the shock has worn off.” More snickers, probably from Gianna this time. “If she needs anything we’ll come get you.” said Madeline. Destiny had stepped up and said, “We’ll be here to make sure she is okay.” She smiled. My dad seemed okay with that idea, but my mom looked at me and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something. After another pleading look, to her this time, she shut it, nodded, and walked into the backyard, followed by my dad. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Mack hurried to my side, towing Damian along with her. After some quick introductions, Mack and Destiny drifted away while Damian and I talked. I was somewhat numb, not able to factor in the fact that this was Damian. Nonetheless, I blushed and looked up into his face. I tried to find some words, but he started first. “That was a pretty nasty fall you took. Are you alright?” There was a small smile on his face and an accent in his words. I loved them both! “ Yeah, that always happens when I get a little too excited or shocked.” I said. He chuckled. “Did I do that?” I understood what he was asking, and responded sheepishly, “Yes, kind of.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I looked down, then looked back up quickly to see his expression. He bit his lower lip and his shoulders heaved, like he was holding back a laugh, then his face was smooth again. “Soooo . . .” he trailed off at the end. “Did you like the song?” he asked. “Yeah!” I replied, my eyes widening. “Well, what I heard of it, right before I . . . yeah.” I laughed. “You never cease to amaze me.” He laughed in response. “So,” I began again. “How are you here in the states? Is the rest of Celtic Thunder here? How do you know Mack? Are you staying long? ‘Til when? And . . .” I stopped, not wanting to overwhelm the boy! “Well, I’ll start from the beginning. Mackenzie’s father is the CEO of a large company, correct?” I nodded, and he continued. “Well, when he was on a business trip, he came to a show, had meet and greets, and the whole lot. Turns out that he knew me dad from when they were just little kids growing up in Ireland. They were college buddies, in fact! His parents decided to move to America, so they kept in contact for a while. He and my dad got talkin’, and when Mackenzie knew about your liking of the group, her dad phoned mine and asked for a favor, if I could come and sing for your birthday. So, my dad and hers planned this whole thing! And I’m glad, it was great craic today!” I eyed Mack, and she merely shrugged. “None of the other guys are here, though, right?” He shook his head. I waited anxiously for him to answer my last question, and, as if he could read my mind, he said, “I am staying for a few more weeks, I think two.” My heart leapt. “That’s good, I really think you’ll like Beachwood. There’s so much to do here!” Beachwood, a small town on the shores of New Jersey, was where I lived. And Mack lived next door to me, that’s how we’re so close. That brought up and interesting question . . . “So, where are you staying?” I asked. He turned and gestured to Mack. “With Mackenzie and the O’Reilly’s.” he replied. Oh, boy . . . !
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 8, 2009 10:39:36 GMT -5
okay, busy day today, but i still found time to update ;D so, w/o further ado, chapter 3!! (well, the first half of chapter 3)
Chapter 3
That thought went through my head several times: he is staying next door to us. He is staying next door to us. He is staying next door to us! After I momentarily freaked out on the inside, I played it off as coolly as possible. “Oh, really? You know, they’re right next door to here . . .” He answered, “Yeah, I know! And I just love being in the States, everything is so different here!” I chortled. “I don’t really know what you mean, but okay.” He laughed in response. I did not have another fainting spell, thank goodness! But Damian and I sat casually on the couch, talking as if we were old friends. I was glad to see how much I made him laugh. He laughed extra hard when I blushed at a comment or look from him, then he blushed himself occasionally. We didn’t talk about him touring or anything like that; we talked about ourselves: our likes and dislikes, our families, our friends, our schools, anything you can think of. We shared stories that made me laugh hysterically! He told me of life in Ireland, and I shared about my life in New Jersey. The longer we talked, the more comfortable we were in each other’s presence. In just a short amount of time, we had already become close friends! Amazing, I thought. He said of Mack, “My gosh, how do you put up with your friend, Mackenzie?!?!” When I asked what he meant, he only said, “She’s so loud and random and so energetic! I can hardly keep up with what she’s saying! I mean, you must be used to it, but I’m still not accustomed to deciphering words running at a thousand miles per hour!” I laughed until I had tears in my eyes! “Yes, well . . . Mack’s personality takes some getting used to! She’s bubbly and fiery and just a go-with-the-flow kind of person. You know, a definite Type B Personality. But we’ve been close since we were three years old! Know what I mean?” And he agreed. The conversation flowed easily from one topic to the next. It seemed like we had barely begun talking when I saw the clock: It was already 6:00! I had been here, running my mouth for hours! I pushed the thought out of my mind, savoring every minute Damian and I had spoken. I suddenly realized that we were alone in my living room. When had my five friends left? Were my relatives still outside at the party? Again, I pushed that thought out of my mind . . . at least, I did until Dad brought it up. “Mala!” he yelled into the house for me. “Come say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa!” “Okay, coming, samo èekaj!” Damian gave me a puzzled look as to what I had just yelled to my father, and I said, “I’ll explain in a minute-don’t move, I’ll be right back.” I walked out of the room. I went outside to give Grandma and Grandpa each a kiss on the cheek and to thank them for coming. They left. I saw my five friends outside looking at me with curious, but excited eyes. I gave them the thumbs-up, and walked inside back to Damian, still sitting on the couch. “Now,” I said. “Where were we?” “Um, well, you had just yelled something in gibberish to your dad who had called you a funny name.” He said it with a little laugh in his voice. “Ah, well, you see, my family is very Croatian. I speak the language fluently, my grandparents who I call Baba and Dida taught me, as well as my mom. So when you heard my dad call me ‘mala,” that means ‘little girl’ and when I said samo èekaj, that meant ‘just wait!’ So yeah, it’s pretty common for people to have no idea what we’re talking about here!” He simply nodded, looking thoughtful. “Hhhhmmmmm, Mala . . .” he said. “I like the way that sounds. It looks like a name that fits you, Abby! You don’t mind if I call you that, do you . . . Mala?” he asked playfully. I felt my face become flushed with colour. “Oh, not at all.” I mumbled. Embarrassed, I looked down and my hair fell in front of my face. He laughed a short, low laugh. “Good. It’s a beautiful name,” he began, and my heart was hammering away. He took a lock of my hair and put it behind my ear. I looked up, into his eyes as he finished, “for a beautiful girl.” (Remember when I told you that I don’t have the same, normal reactions as most other teens would? This moment proves it.) As soon as this was said, I leaned away from him automatically. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a worried tone. “Did I say something?” Oh, yes, he said something! Maybe he needs to get his vision checked . . . “Yes, you did say something! I know when people are lying to me, and you just did.” He looked bewildered. I explained, “You called me beautiful. Anyone with two eyes can see that I’m not! Plain, that’s what I am, not much special about me. Maybe you should get your vision checked, because if you say th-” “Abby! Mala, I mean . . . what reason would I have for lying to you? We’ve just spent the entire day talking, and what I said was the truth – I think you are beautiful.” He sounded almost angry (almost) that I was so self-conscious. I sighed and said, “Well, that may be true, but . . .” “But what?” he asked. “Where would you get the crazy idea that you weren’t stunning in the first place?” I looked outside the window to see my five friends chattering and laughing about something. I wonder where everybody else was . . . “Can we go for a walk?” I asked suddenly. He nodded, and followed me out the door.
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 10, 2009 7:02:26 GMT -5
Thanx for taking such an interest in my story, ill try to make it good Chapter 3 (continued) When we were walking comfortably on the sidewalk, side by side, down my street, he finally asked, “So? Are you gonna answer my question?” His eyebrows pulled together in what could only be described as a concerned look. I cleared my throat and replied, “There’s something special about all of my friends, every single one of them. All except for me.” I said nonchalantly. I was very good at keeping my emotions under control. “That’s the way it’s always been, the way everyone sees me – a tag-along of all the gorgeous girls. And after a while, that’s the way I started to think.” I didn’t even know why I was spilling my guts to this guy, because, I mean, sure we were friends already, but this was a little fast . . . Damian stopped walking and quickly embraced me in a tightly squeezed hug, my face buried in his chest. “I don’t see you as following the gorgeous girls, I think you’re one of them. Everyone else must be blind to think you’re plain!” He laughed awkwardly while he spoke. A feeling of warmth spread all throughout my body, from my head to my toes, as he said those words. I sighed. “Wow.” I had just met him today, and here we were, on a walk, and I was practically pouring my heart out to him! And he was telling me how attractive he thought I was . . . It seemed a little fast, but I didn’t mind. After talking for hours upon hours upon hours, I felt as if I knew him for years! “You must think I’m some sort of crybaby with self-esteem issues, now, right?” I asked him, looking up and smiling as I saw him smiling back. “No,” he said nonchalantly. “I just think that you don’t give yourself enough credit!” We walked back to my house in silence, but my mind was whirring the whole time. He thought I was beautiful . . . He tried to comfort me . . . That hug . . . It was hard to believe that I had met him only hours ago! Yes, that was a problem. For all these thoughts and feelings I was having for him, I was worried. Did I really know him? “Yes,” answered the more daring voice in my head. The more cautious voice was still debating. Also, Damian would be going back to Ireland in two short weeks. Was it worth it? Again, the two voices in my head debated. Then a thought hit me; it hit me so hard it nearly took my breath away: What if he had a girlfriend? Uh – uh, I would NOT think about that! I resumed my previous thoughts about whether it was worth it or not. Did I really want to be . . . together that way with him? “YES!” both voices in my head agreed. They practically shouted their agreements to me, rapidly trying to get their point across. “Honey, come on! How could you not want him? Just look at him!” “He’s a keeper!!” How do I know? I asked the voices internally. “OK, picture Damian kissing another girl or leaving without a goodbye.” Grrrrrr . . . “You feel that knotted feeling in the put of your stomach?” Mhmm. “That’s jealousy.” “Know what that means?” Do I? I thought sarcastically. “You do. You’ve never felt this way about another boy. Don’t let this one get away.” Then they were both silent. Funny, one voice sounded exactly like Mack . . . ! Although it seemed like a rush, I wanted it to be that way. I wanted it like the air I breathed. But then, when he left, I was afraid of what it would do to me . . . to him . . . to us. I decided, quite irrationally, that I didn’t care. We would be happy together for at least a little while, so I would try to be, no matter the consequences. I realized then that we were at home. Damian held the door open for me. What a gentleman! I thought. I smiled at him. When inside, I discovered that my parents were too busy cleaning to notice that my friends (all SIX of them, now) were still here. The walk had taken about fifteen minutes, and my friends were waiting to ambush me with questions. “Hey,” Damian and I said in unison, causing us to break into laughter. “Hey yourself!” said Gianna, eyeing me suspiciously. Addison and Madeline both looked as if they were about to explode with curiosity and Destiny was sort of staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Mack merely beamed. “So…where’d ya go?” asked Madeline. I decided to keep it short, play with their minds, so they would ask the harder questions later. “Nowhere.” I said, looking slyly at Damian. He caught on to what I was doing in a second, and so did Mack, from the look of comprehension that filled her eyes. She shook her head. “For a walk,” answered Damian, shrugging. I heard a “humph” from someone. Destiny jumped to the next question, “How was it?” Damian answered quicker than I. “Well, after being abducted by aliens, chased by a pack of wolves, and discovering an alternate universe, it was really relaxing.” he said, chuckling. All the girls giggled, including me. Before they could say anything else, I said, “Thanks for coming, guys. And, uh, Mack . . . thanks for the birthday present – it’s my favourite ever.” I winked, and one by one, my friends came up to hug me and march out with anxious glares. Mack was the last one, and when Damian showed no intention of moving from my side to go home with her, she simply said, “I guess I’ll see you at home, then.” He nodded and smiled in response. hope u like it!!! comment, post replies, etc. plz!
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Post by discatangel on Aug 10, 2009 10:11:11 GMT -5
I love it! Love the mental debates..I have those all the time
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 10, 2009 12:43:12 GMT -5
alright, for some reason, i cant sit still today, so the only thing left for me to do to keep myself occupied is to update!! so here goes:
Chapter 4
After Damian had left, I received five very eager and excited phone calls on my cell that evening. I was somewhat aggravated with the way they all called back to back, all asking the same questions. But I knew it was just because they cared about me, so that did much to help my aggravation. So I patiently endured all the “Tell me everythings,” and the “What exactly did he says,” and the “How was his body languages.” For the last question, I had no answer. I was too engrossed by his captivating eyes to notice his body language. It was awkward for me, never having a boyfriend before, to talk about my personal feelings with others, even my friends. I’m definitely an introvert! By the time all the phone calls were over and done with, it was close to 10:30. Four hours, I’d been talking on the phone! Then, as I do often, I climbed out of my second floor bedroom window onto the roof. It wasn’t too dangerous; our roof was not at all that steep. My parents were sound asleep, and my twin brothers would soon be getting there. I looked up at the stars and proceeded to think about Damian. I went through all my thoughts from this afternoon, again and again. I didn’t know how much time had gone by when I heard a deep voice calling me. “Mala!” it whispered loudly. My first reaction was fear that my dad had found me up here; nobody knew I came up here at nights, except for Mack. My next reaction was “Hey, maybe it’s not Dad, maybe it’s . . .” And sure enough, as I looked down into a window in the house next to mine, there was Damian, also clambering onto the rooftop. “Hey,” he said. “What are you doing on the roof?” “Oh, I come up here a lot to just . . . think. And you’ve given me a lot to think about today.” Why did I say that? Where was this coming from? “I could say the same,” answered Damian. I could see him sitting on the roof in the moonlight. It was a beautiful night. “Yeah,” I said lamely. Then a thought occurred to me. “Sorry for kind of freaking out on you today. I normally don’t do that! I’m not sure what came over me . . .” My voice faded. He chortled. What? He was actually laughing at me? Huh? “Why are you apologizing?” he asked me. “Have you ever ‘freaked out’ like that to your friends?” “Mhmm.” I replied. “Well, then, why is it so much more different than you doing that to me? We’re friends, aren’t we?” Huh, I snorted internally. Friends. Why can’t we be more than friends? Don’t you want to be? After mulling over his statements, I said, “Okay, I guess you’re right.” He replied, “Or course I am. Now, enough about this crying business this afternoon. I wanted to ask you something.” Oh? Was it really what I was hoping? “Oh?” I urged him to proceed. “Yeah, uh, do y-you wanna come to, uh, show me around to-town tomorrow? I mean, you were the one who told me that there was so much to do here, right?” True, I had told him that. It wasn’t exactly the question I was looking for him to ask, but it was definitely better than nothing! “So, whaddya say, Mala?” My insides all started squirming at the use of his sort of pet name for me. “Absolutely!” I said, and I began making plans immediately. “What time?” I asked. “Um, what time will you be ready in the morning?” he asked. I laughed. “I’m ready right now! Okay, then how about eight thirty?” I always was an early riser. “Sounds good,” he agreed in his amazing Irish accent. “What time is it now?” he asked. I checked my cell phone in my pocket. “Almost eleven. You should probably get some sleep; we have a big day out on the town tomorrow!” I said, excited. I was way too wound up to sleep now, though. “Yes, ma’am!” he said, saluting with mock obedience in his voice. His lovely, deep voice . . . I laughed at his joke, and wished I was next to him to give him a playful shove in the shoulder. Then again, I wished I was next to him period, whether it was for the Heimlich or sightseeing. Does he wish the same? “Good night, Damian. Sleep tight!” Ha, ha. I heard a little giggle before he said, “Sleep tight, Mala.” He then slid off the roof and in through his window. I did the same, but I had some plans to make. I immediately called Mack to tell her of our plans tomorrow. “He asked me to go around town with him tomorrow!” I said into the phone, trying to keep my voice down. “No way!” said Mack. “What are you gonna do? What are you gonna wear? You should probably call Addison for advice on that . . . Where are you gonna go? Oh my gosh, what if he tries to kiss you?! How are you getting there? Oh, you should totally go downtown! You know what, I will so come over tomorrow morning before 8:30 to-” What? How did she know that we were leaving by 8:30? Unless . . . “Mack, you little . . .! I cannot believe that you eavesdropped on our conversation! Why would you bother? You know I’m just gonna tell you everything, anyway! Why are you just so . . . ARGH!” It was frustrating beyond words. When she spoke again, her tone was soothing and apologetic. “Abs, babe, I’m sorry, and you know it.” Do I? “It’s just, well, these kind of things haven’t happened to you before, and I wanted to be there every waking moment to make sure you were okay, and if I needed to eavesdrop on one lousy little conversation, then by gum, I will do so!” Her speech became more rushed and fiery near the end of her statement, losing all soothing and apologetic tones. I sighed, and said, “Mack, hon, I know you mean well, but trust me, I will not leave out a single detail, so there is no need to eavesdrop on my conversations anymore! Got it?” I heard her grudgingly give a mumbled, “OK,” before we both said good night and hung up.
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 11, 2009 12:29:23 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I was ready. After preparing mentally (and fashionably, thanks to Addison) for this ‘date,’ I was ready to go meet Damian to begin our day. After lots of advice from Addison, we decided on a simple teal top and khaki shorts with my usual earrings and sandals. Teal brought out the color of my eyes (says Addison, I don’t know how any color can make BROWN better). She originally wanted to lend me a pink and white striped, spaghetti-strapped (and a little low-cut) summer dress, but I wanted something a little more casual, something more my style. My style is not short shorts with tight shirts exposing more skin than necessary along with pounds of makeup and jewelry, but more of the sporty, casual look. Addison and Destiny have constantly criticized my wardrobe, and Madeline my makeup, but I’ve always brushed them off. (Besides, if I wore makeup, I would sweat it off in three seconds, especially now in summer.) So, with my hair in a regular old ponytail and my teeth brushed, I headed downstairs. With both of the boys at summer camp for the day and my parents at work, I scribbled a little note saying where I was and when I would be back. I just didn’t say with whom I was going, my parents would kind of freak out about that. I grabbed my cell phone which was charging in the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. It was 8:20. If it was Mack . . . I opened the door and immediately saw bright blue eyes staring down at me. Ah, he’s early. What does that mean? I was always internally cursing myself for being over analytical. “Hi,” I said, a little breathless. I saw he was wearing cargo shorts and a nice shirt, a polo. Good, I’m not dressed too casually. “Good morning!” he said brightly. “Are you ready to go?” he asked. I nodded, then locked and closed the door. We strolled down the pathway in my front yard. “So,” he asked. “Where are we going first?” Ha! I had this whole day planned since last night when he asked me to come with him. “Well, that depends,” I began. “Did you have breakfast?” “Nope.” he said shortly. I smiled. “Excellent. Our first stop is not only the greatest restaurant in the whole city, but it’s on a boat.” It was true, everyone loved the food at Boat on the Docks, as the place was properly named, but I was not a big fan of its location, and that was on water. Then why was I going if I was afraid of the water? Well, I sort of figured that I would be too distracted by Damian to remember where I was, and that there were barely any other good breakfast stops in town. So I’d just have to grin and bear it. “Sounds like a cool place!” said Damian. We turned left and walked for no more than five minutes before we saw it. My house was close to where the boat was. “If it’s such a great place to eat, then why is it so empty?” There were only a few people seated at tables, and most of the restaurant was vacant. “Not many people know how good the breakfast is. They mainly come here for the seafood.” As we were walking on the little bridge to get into the boat, I held onto the ropes that acted as railings. I swallowed hard, and my legs became like Jell-o. I tried to talk some sense into myself, and I ended up making it onto the boat. Damian noticed my distress and asked if I was alright. At that moment, thank goodness, the hostess came and took us to our booth. Unfortunately, he hadn’t forgotten his question, so I had to answer. “I almost drowned when I was 7 or 8, and ever since then, I haven’t gotten over the fear of water. Like, sure, I can go to the pool and go in the ocean, but any water higher than my shoulders kind of makes me nervous. And if this boat suddenly sinks, I’m hopeless, I’ll be too terrified to do much of anything! At least, that’s always what I thought since I first came here!” Damian didn’t look like he was going to laugh, but I expected him to any second. Every time I told that story, even to my friends, I was surrounded by lots of laughs. He just looked at me and smiled, not saying anything. That made me feel lots better! I soon forgot my petty phobia and was too occupied with talking to Damian. After we left Boat on the Docks (I still kind of spazzed on the bridge, though), we went strolling about the city, kind of like window shopping, but not quite. I brought him through a tiny village with a bunch of little antique shops. I had a few more tricks up my sleeve for today, though . . . after we went through the village, we went on a ride on the local trolley, so he could literally see the entire town! The whole time, we were just chatting away about topics we hadn’t reached the previous day. And on the trolley, he had his arm around me from the time we sat down to when it was over. I loved it! It felt nice to be close to him, and as for all my thoughts on our walk the day before – it was like they were never there. Of course, my heart was beating so loudly I was surprised that he couldn’t hear it. It was only a matter of time, though, that our stomachs interrupted our immense fun. I told him of a lovely Chinese restaurant, a place where we could get it ‘to go.’ We each got some eggrolls and lo mein (and some napkins of course). We went to a nearby park to eat our lunch. The park had lots of trees and a playground for little kids, as well as some soccer and baseball fields. We walked along the path through the trees and the woods to arrive on the other side of the trail, and that was when he saw the soccer fields. I looked at him, and he said, very excitedly, “Can we play? Do you play?” “Of course we could play!” That’s what I told him. I didn’t answer his question about if I play soccer, for he ran away to play as soon as he saw some people take the field. It wasn’t a real game in an organized league, but just whoever present wanted to play could. Often, it was like this, playing pickup games. Damian and I ended up on opposing teams, but it didn’t really matter to me, I just wanted to play! I beat him once on the dribble, and then he beat me the next time around. We kept going back and forth, each taking turns being the one with the ball, while still playing with the rest of our team. It was such a great time! When it was over, we walked over to the closest bench, out of breath. “You’re quite good,” he said. “You never told me you played.” He elbowed my playfully. “You’re right, I didn’t!” That ended that conversation, seeing as we were both still catching our breath.
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 13, 2009 6:50:44 GMT -5
But wait! theres more!
Chapter 5 (continued)
We were walking again, but I didn’t tell him where this time. It was a surprise. I had called Madeline, whose dad was in charge of a little shop down by the water, and he had agreed to let us . . . well, I’ll get to that soon! It was hot outside today, especially after that soccer game. That was the most fun I have seen him have all day! I decided it was time to cool off a bit. Damian suggested ice cream, but I said it would probably be better if he didn’t eat anything before we cooled off this way! I led him down to Madeline’s dad’s shop with my hands over his eyes so that the sign in the front wouldn’t give anything away. Only once we were inside could he open his eyes, and what he saw was this: parasailing. I looked up to see the expression on Damian’s face, and it was total shock. “You had this planned?” He sounded shocked. I grinned and said, “Yup. I hope you’re not afraid of heights.” Madeline’s dad, Mr. Himmelo, greeted us from behind the checkout counter and then took us outside. He explained what we should do and helped us get the harnesses on. The great, colorful parasail was behind the harness. After receiving instructions from Mr. Himmelo, we proceeded to strap ourselves in the harnesses. Then Madeline’s father hooked us together and to the parasail. He attached a long rope to the boat. With a sudden, paralyzing jolt, I realized that we’d be dangling hundreds of feet in the air – above water. Easy, Abby. I told myself. Damian must have seen or felt me stiffen and, like a mind reader, said, “Don’t worry, Mala. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, trust me.” Trust me, I repeated his words in my head. If I’d been okay on the boat this morning, I should be A-OK now! I did feel kind of stupid, however, for not recognizing the fact that there was WATER involved, but I pushed that thought out of my mind and tried to focus on Damian. I gave a nervous laugh. “I’m just glad I’m not afraid of heights!” He chuckled. “On the bright side, it’ll help you get over your phobia of water.” he shrugged. We gave Mr. Himmelo the OK signal, and we took off. The boat roared to life, and we rose, Damian hooked up behind me. I closed my eyes like a little kid getting a shot at the doctor's, but I soon realized this was unnecessary. It was amazing! Being able to see everything was almost magical. And with Damian there with me, it was magical! As soon as we were at full height, I whooped and laughed. Damian whooped as well, right in my ear. “This isn’t so bad, is it?” he yelled over the sound of the wind. I looked down at the water – it held none of my fear. “Not in the slightest!” I replied. I looked around – the clouds, the sky, the water, the land behind us. It was all too perfect. The view was simply breathtaking, like something out of a dream. I turned to look at Damian (which was not simple task in the chords and harness) and I saw in his eyes that he agreed with me. The gaze of his gorgeous blue eyes fell upon me, and my heart rate quickened. We both leaned in, and for a second, Mack’s words from yesterday night echoed in my head. “What if he tries to kiss you?” Our noses touched, not yet our lips. We were interrupted then – from hundreds of feet in the air, we were falling.
yeah, well its a bit on the short side, but be expecting a longer update soon! and now do u guys see why the storys called 'interrupted?' any guesses as to what happens??? anybody?
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 14, 2009 7:01:35 GMT -5
teen, interesting theory..... ok, so i know im spoiling u readers with updating so often, but its all the comments and compliments! i love them! so give more and ill post even more than i already do!!!
Chapter 6
I yelped as we quickly fell several yards below. My stomach was churning, and I was afraid of seeing lunch again. But, more than anything, I wanted to see what was going on! With my hands gripped tightly around some chords, I looked down. The boat was slowing down a great deal due to some huge waves in front of it. Mr. Himmelo was giving us a signal, and after a closer look, I saw that it was a thumbs-up sign. Whew! We were going to be fine! Apparently Damian saw the signal as well, for he sighed in relief and I felt his stiff posture slacken. I wanted to look back at him, but I kept my eyes peeled for any more signs of danger, still not over this terrifying experience. My next thought was what the heck?!?! That just interrupted our would-be kiss! I grumbled internally but let the thought go. I still had until . . . I didn’t want to think about my limited time with Damian, either. So I decided to focus my energy on what I had before – the beauty of parasailing. I looked around me and just took it all in once again. I was still shocked at how exquisite the world could look from a couple hundred feet’s height; it was absolutely astonishing. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and parasailing ended too quickly for me. I had a perfectly lovely time up in the sky with Damian, and my mind drifted again to our would-be kiss. Is he thinking about it, too? Who knows? Maybe there would be another opportunity tonight, maybe not. What with my limited time to spend with Damian today, I couldn’t see how many more opportunities I would get to kiss him. The thought had my heart feeling heavy in seconds. Once Damian and I walked outside the shop, I checked my cell for the time. 3:00. That gave me two hours or so before my parents came back home. Plenty of time left in our day together. “You up for one last stop?” I asked Damian. “You bet!” he said enthusiastically. It wasn’t far from the shop we just left; it was a small section of the beach that was never crowded. And I wasn’t afraid of the water too much anymore (but just a bit of being in the water was frightening), so it would be perfect. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on us as we walked in the sand. The sky was a pale blue, and the clouds nicely accented the beautiful sky. Rolling lazily on the shore was the ocean; the sound of waves was very soothing, and helped slow my hammering heart. As we walked along the beach, the crowds became more and more scarce, and I knew that we would soon be in the place I had in mind. I kicked my sandals off and held them in one hand. I saw Damian do the same. Our hands nudged as we walked side by side, and I slipped my own hand into his. That was normally not something I would do; I saw it as being very brave of myself. I suppose that being around Damian helped me forget a lot of my petty fears. He asked me, “So how did you like parasailing?” “It was fun. And so pretty! But I was scared to death when we were about to fall.” I said, shuddering at the memory. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damian do the same. “I thought I was gonna puke.” I added, trying to lighten up the mood, and it worked; we both laughed. “That was probably the most fun I’ve had this whole trip.” “Even better than soccer?” I teased. “No comparison,” he responded. We were at the section of the beach that was usually vacant. Suddenly, Damian dropped from my sight on the right and plopped down on the sand. I felt his hands around my waist, pulling me down beside him. At first I was a little uncomfortable with that, but then relaxed. I knocked him on the shoulder when sitting on the ground. He feigned injury and asked, “Hey, what was that for?” “For free, want another one?” I said. He laughed loudly and said, “No, but you hit like a girl!” I pretended to look taken aback, but then I replied, “Okay, enough teasing!” I paused, and then added, “I had a great time today. I don’t want to see it end.” The waves rolled lazily up on the shore, and I dug my feet into the sand. “End? You mean now?” he asked, puzzled. “Yeah, my parents will probably want me home for dinner.” I sighed. I probably should have told them about Damian and I going out together today. I felt Damian’s arm hug my waist. “Then why can’t you invite me over?” he asked. That caught me by surprise. “Well . . .” I began. “It’s complicated. I told my parents I was going out with a friend today, but I didn’t mention which friend that was.” He looked at me like he understood. “Ah, you didn’t tell them about . . .” he trailed off at the end, but I finished his sentence. “. . . about us. But I was going to tell them, and soon, it’s just ‘cause . . . well, I don’t know, but don’t be mad, there really was not time to tell them, but maybe I should tonight, since-” I rambled. “Shush.” he said, a smile in his voice. “Why d’ya think I’m mad? But of course, I think you should tell them.” I hadn’t really thought it was such a big deal that Damian and I were spending the day together. It seemed, at the beginning of the day, that it would be just like going out with a good friend. But now that we were . . . more than friends, it seemed, it was crucial that I tell my parents about us. So was I nervous? Heck, yeah! I had never had a boyfriend, and I was worried about how my mom and dad would react. My mom would probably go through the roof, and my dad … well, I wasn’t quite sure how he would take it, but I would worry about that later. “I know,” I answered him. “I’ll tell them after dinner tonight. But I am really sorry about ending our day early.” He only said, “Me, too. But it was a lot of fun. We should do this again, Mala.” Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! “Sounds nice,” I said, laying my head on his shoulder. We both sighed, then were silent for a minute. Then, as if by some silent signal, we looked into each other’s eyes, like on the parasail, and we both slowly leaned in toward one another.
ah, the cliffhangers.....we all love them, right??? hahaha!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 16, 2009 17:05:41 GMT -5
i know i havent updated in a few days, i had a busy weekend!!! heres chapter 7, hope u like Chapter 7 And also like on the parasail, we were interrupted. This time it was by the incoming tide. We were as close to the kiss as we had been while parasailing, then the water rushed in and drenched us both from the waist down. I jumped and yelped while Damian gasped at the frigid water. Perfect, I thought. As the tide shrank back off the shore, it took our shoes with it. I tossed my phone from my pocket far away from the water, and ran to retrieve my shoes, Damian trailing me. Once I had mine, I threw them to the sand. Damian had his back turned to me. Getting an idea, I splashed his back with water and laughed. He turned around, his face in an expression of mock surprise. “Oh, I am so gonna get you back!” he exclaimed. He tossed his shoes by mine and ran at me. At first it looked like he would hug me, but I was wrong. He tackled me, pushing me underwater. BAD IDEA. My arms flailed and I squirmed, but Damian’s arms were no longer around me. I tried to think of where the surface was, tried not to be afraid, but I couldn’t feel Damian there with me, bringing back all my fears. Water up my nose and in my mouth, stinging my eyes, not really knowing which way was up or down, and Damian not being with me . . . frightening. Then he found me. Coughing slightly, I emerged from the water, being pulled by Damian. As soon as my head broke the surface, I heard apologies of, “Oh, I’m so sorry! I just can’t believe I forgot about . . . Mala, I don’t know what I was thinking! I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “Are you okay?” he asked, and I’m guessing he saw me rubbing my eyes. “I didn’t make you cry, did I?” His voice was dripping with sincerity. “Nope . . .” I replied. “Salt.” I wasn’t crying – I had very good control over tears, remember? I heard some splashes, then I felt Damian there, one arm around my waist, the other hand on my arm, leading me back to shore. I was really fine, but then I though myself to be going into shock! Well, I decided, I’ll just play it all cool now and freak out later. So he doesn’t feel guilty, of course. Those were the only thoughts going through my head at the moment; for having such a terrifying experience, my mind was oddly blank. He didn’t speak until we were back at the sand. “Are you okay?” “Yes, really, I’m fine!” I found that I wasn’t lying or trying to ‘play it cool’, it was the honest truth! “And there’s no need to make such a fuss, Damian, I’m okay!” I didn’t say it coldly, but like I was consoling him. “Good,” he said, although he did not sounds totally convinced. “Because I expected a full panic attack after that.” I cut in, “No, I was fine; I knew I would be fine once you found me.” I paused, then continued, “Remember on the parasail, you said, and I quote, ‘Don’t worry, Mala. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, trust me.’” “Yeah?” input Damian. “Well,” I continued, “I trusted that you would be there, that you would help me get out.” Which was not entirely true while underwater, but now that I said it, I realized the truth behind the words. “Wow. Do you forgive me?” he asked. “Oh, but of course.” I giggled. This whole time, he hadn’t taken his hands off my waist and arm, and I knew (OK, hoped for) what was coming next. For the third time today we leaned our faces toward each other, prepared for a kiss. Ring! Ring! Ring! My cell phone went off a few feet away. The caller ID said it was Mom, so I said that I’d better answer it. I reluctantly stood up and jogged a few feet to answer my cell phone, and the whole way, I was wondering if Damian and I were ever going to get that kiss in today! “Hey, Mom.” “Hey, Abby, where are you?” At least she didn't sound mad. “At the beach. Do you want me home for dinner? Because I’m a few miles away from home at the moment.” She sighed. “Your father and brothers are starving, and we were going to go out to dinner. We could pick you up . . . or are you going to grab dinner with your friends?” I jumped to answer. I didn’t exactly to tell her about my ‘friends’ I was with on the phone. “No, we were going to head to…uh… Applebee’s or something. Don’t worry,” I added before she could say something else. “I’ll be home before-” “Nine on the dot! You’ve been out all day, and God knows how much you’ve spent, and-” “Okay, Mom, nine it is. Thank you! Love you! Bye!” I hung up and turned to Damian. “Our day together just got extended.” He smiled. ok, u know the drill, keep posting and commenting! it would be lovely to hear from someone new
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 17, 2009 7:36:00 GMT -5
ah, its good to be posting again! next part:
Chapter 8
I lay in bed at 9:30 that night telling Mack everything. After getting the call from Mom, Damian and I didn’t do much – we just talked on the beach while drying off. I remember one conversation with exceptional clarity . . . “So,” he said. “I’m guessing from your first reaction when we met that you’ve heard of Celtic Thunder?” I scowled, remembering my fainting yesterday. He merely smirked. Gosh, had I really only met him yesterday? “Yeah, I’ve been a fan for over two years now! I saw you on PBS and I just thought you guys were. . .” I searched for the right adjective, but I couldn’t come up with one that properly described them! “Incredible! Especially you,” I blushed. “Because you looked so young, and your voice sounded as if it belonged to someone much older!” He laughed quietly. “That’s what everyone says! So what are your favorite songs?” I didn’t take the time to think – I already knew! “Well of George’s, I like 500 Miles and My Boy. Paul’s . . . Recuerdame and That’s a Woman. Of Ryan’s, I like Desperado and That’s a Woman. Keith’s . . . Lauren & I and Castles in the Air. Which brings us to you.” I hesitated. “My favorites of yours are Come by the Hills and Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen – you sang it the first time we met. But for the whole group, Danny Boy and Steal Away – I love the a capella.” I gushed. “But they’re known to change. What are yours?” He replied, “Oh, mine change daily! I don’t think I’ve ever had a favorite longer than a few days . . . but I like Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen because it reminds me of the first time I met you,” he repeated my own words. “. . . and because your reaction was hilarious.” He chortled awkwardly, and then continued. “But I like all the songs differently.” I nodded. I was glad he didn’t mention Breaking Up is Hard to Do, for that makes me think about Damian going back to Ireland. I don’t want to think about THAT yet. My insides squirmed at the idea of being forced apart. The hours flew by, and before I knew it, it was nearly nine. Our clothes were dry – the summer sun has not set. Strolling along the beach would have been nicer, if we had not had to go out separate ways for the night. I wanted the day never to end; we had made such a connection today (and yesterday for that matter) that it felt like we were one single person almost. Sort of like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. When Damian and I finally made it back to our yards, we said a quick good-bye and went our separate ways. After a fast shower, my mom knocked on my door. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” I said, and in she came. “But before you ask me anything about my day, I need to tell you something.” I took a deep breath. Here goes. “Today I went around town with Damian, the guy who’s staying at Mack’s.” I attempted to read her facial expression. It remained unclear. “Oh, the singer from Ireland, right?” My parents didn’t really share my interest with Celtic Thunder. “And are you two . . . close?” Oh, God, just kill me now. “Ummm . . . yeah. But not boyfriend/girlfriend quite yet. I mean, we pretty much are, but we’re not like . . . that.” My mother understood that I didn’t mean like kissing and making out in public or something. “Good,” she said, and her voice suddenly rose and became quite hard. “Because I don’t want this to go any further! You’ve only known the boy for two days! You may not see him again! You’ve rushed into a relationship far too fast! And he doesn’t even live here! I do not want you to go out with him again, hear me?” I felt like my whole world just crumbled. She can’t do this! “Mom, I’m fif – sixteen years old! I’m pretty sure I can make my own decisions!” I said, getting fired up. “Don’t you trust my judgment?! And so what if we only met yesterday? It doesn’t matter!” She looked shocked. “‘It doesn’t matter?’” she shrieked. “Of course it does! Abigail, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I just –” “What?! You just what, Mom? I’m actually happy! Happy with him! And you-” “That’s enough,” she interrupted. “Do not go out again with him. No discussion.” And boom. Ruined, just like that, my day was ruined. I watched in horror as my mother turned her back to me and walked out of my room. I collapsed on my bed, tears streaming down my face, able to control them no more.
not what u expected, eh? just bear with me please, hopefully ill make it better...
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 20, 2009 6:40:19 GMT -5
ah, ive been going crazy! the site was down and i couldnt update! it was maddening, i tell you, maddening! lol anywho, heres the next part:
Chapter 9
That’s when I called Mack. She sounded surprised to hear me in tears, but she listened patiently as I sobbed into the phone. I don’t think I’ve ever been so upset. “What am I gonna do? How am I gonna tell Damian?” I asked, still struggling for control. My tears slowed. “Abs, babe, do you want me to tell him?” “No,” I said. “I’ll do it. It’s better if I tell him.” “Can I do anything?” asked Mack. Amidst all my other thoughts, I said to myself, Wow, what a good friend! “Yes, you actually can. Can you send Damian to the roof? And can you come over? I really need you here.” I hiccupped. “Sure thing, Abs.” I heard a click. Mack and I had both made rope ladders years ago at summer camp, and we still used them. We would climb up and down the ladders to get into one another’s rooms. We still have not been caught. I scrambled up to the roof to explain to Damian. My tears had currently stopped. He was there waiting for me, looking concerned. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled against a lump in my throat. “I can’t see you anymore.” I looked into his deep blue eyes. His whole face looked as pained as I felt. “Why?” he asked. “My mom. She wouldn’t even give me a reason!” I lost control once more, crying in earnest now. He stood up, and looked like if he could jump off the roof to come and comfort me, he would. I didn’t really want him to see me like this, so all I said was, “I’m sorry, I have to go.” And I slipped through my window. Mack joined me a few minutes later, so I assumed Damian was no longer on the roof. She pulled from a bad on her back a tub of Rocky Road and a bag of Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. I could barely swallow for crying so hard. When we were finished, she just have me a hug and I cried into her shirt. I realized that it was Damian’s arms I craved, and that made me cry even harder. The time was nearing one o’clock in the morning the last time I looked at the clock. Finally, exhausted emotionally and physically, I fell asleep.
sry for the shortness of the post, but be expecting a longer one VERY soon!
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Post by maureenj on Aug 21, 2009 2:11:47 GMT -5
Interesting story, Mala! I really liked the scene on the beach. Looking forward to reading more
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 24, 2009 7:23:58 GMT -5
alright, sry 4 not updating in a while, but heres the next chapter:
Chapter 10
I awoke groggy and disoriented the next morning. Mack was gone, and I knew it was so she could get back home before her parents noticed her absence. I checked the clock. 9:30. Just twenty-four hours before, I was happily walking with Damian around town. And now . . . I tried to stop feeling sorry for myself, but it was not possible. I wanted to try and get my mind off of Damian or my mom or anything, but I came up with nothing. Usually, to calm down, I listened to my Celtic Thunder CDs, but that would prove to be less than helpful. I thought of calling Mack, but she’d probably be asleep. I wanted to get out of my house, but after seeing the town yesterday with Damian, every place held memories of us. So I had nothing. My last resort, of course, was the dumb TV. I flipped through the channels, and I saw a brief glimpse of Damian singing Breaking Up is Hard to Do on PBS. I stood up and shut the TV off immediately. Of course, I thought. I sighed, then continued to mope around the house the rest of the day until I had lunch around one. I was munching on a piece of defrosted pizza when I realized that getting through the day would be harder than I thought. In fact, I would be downright impossible. I thought I could go back to what I did before Damian and I met, but then again, I couldn’t. In just two days, he had changed my life! I know it sounds dramatic, but it is oh, so true. My mother apparently didn’t ‘get’ that. My words last night echoed in my ears, “It doesn’t matter!” I had a sudden revelation. What my mom said didn’t matter! She wasn't fully informed on ‘us,’ so how could she know what’s best? She didn’t even give me a good reason why we couldn’t keep seeing each other! As long as she didn’t find out, Damian and I could continue our relationship! It had to be secret, for I didn’t really want to face the wrath of Mom. I shivered at the thought. I called Mack straight away. I didn’t even wait for a hello. “Hel-” “MACK!” I yelled. “Abs? What? What’s wrong?” Ah, Mack, why does she assume the worst? “I need to talk to Damian right now! It’s of utmost importance!” I practically yelled into the phone. “Oh, oh, OH,” she said, comprehending. “He’s not here, sorry! He went off by himself earlier this morning. Didn’t say a word, just up and left. His dad and mine are out golfing, so they don’t know where he is, either.” “Do you have his cell number?” I asked quickly. “Nope, sorry again,” was her answer. I thanked her and hung up. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to her right now, because at the moment, I sort of had a one-track mind! Find Damian, tell Damian, Damian has to know…Where is Damian? I tried to rack my brains for places I could find him. The only places around town he knew were places he went with me. But searching all those places could take all day, and that was a time period that I did not have if I valued my sanity. I decided to just search a few. Parasailing? Sure, I’d check there, but my money was betting that he wasn’t there. Boat on the Docks? Quite possible. That was our first stop yesterday morning. The beach? That seemed the most likely of all. I don’t know why, but that was the place I had the strongest connection with Damian, and I thought he felt the same while we were there. I would check the other two first. I couldn’t really explain to myself why not to check the most likely first, but after a thought, I figured it was because I feared Damian would not be in a place that I thought would be special for both of us. I marched right out of the house, wishing I could drive a car. I had my temps, but I was still working on getting an actual license, so even if my parents had left one of their cars at home, I couldn’t have taken it to go faster than walking. Even at my walking pace, I made it to parasailing in decent time. No Damian. I practically ran over to Boat on the Docks. I did not look down at the water, and I made it across the bridge onto the boat as quickly as possible. Still no Damian. That left one last place…I hurried over to the beach, and I checked everywhere – our secluded spot, the more crowded areas, the vacation spot where most people are parents chasing their kids around, and just up and down the shores. Nothing. I turned to walk back home in defeat. I couldn't find Damian to tell him about how sorry I was and how I didn't care what my mother said, that all I wanted to do was be with him . .. . but there was always tomorrow, right? Not good enough, the voice in my head said, and for once, I agreed with it without hesitation. I took out my cell phone to call Mack, to see if Damian was back at her house, but I didn’t really feel like talking right now, just to be alone with my thoughts.
ok, u know the drill, post, comment, etc. since i havent updated in a while, ill probably do two updates in one day! im not making promises, tho...
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 30, 2009 11:31:19 GMT -5
ok ok i know i havent updated in such a long time, but schoolwork must come first....
I trudged up a steep hill on my way back home, and in front of me I recognized a familiar tall, male silhouette. Could it be? There’s no way I’m this lucky! I opened my mouth, but words had escaped me. I began to sprint up the slope, and as I neared him, I was positive of who it was. Words still had not come to me, so the best I could do was jump up and hug him around the neck. He flinched as I did so, obviously not hearing me run up behind him. “Damian,” I said, “I am so sorry. I really - I should explain – Sorry about when I – But I just thought that – Because now I . . . I’m so sorry!” I withdrew my arms from around him and took a step back, able to see all of him. He looked down at me, a mixture of emotion in his lagoon blue eyes. Wow, his eyes…Snap out of it! Important moment coming up! I took a deep breath to steady myself, and spoke before he seemed able to. “I am so sorry,” I repeated. “I thought it was the end of the world when my mom forbade me to see you again, but I decided today that it doesn’t matter what she says. ‘Cause nothing she says is going to keep me from seeing you.” There, better out than in. Shock flickered across his face, then pain, and then, as my words had sunk in, happiness. “I don’t get it,” he said. “First we’re all cool and together, then we’re not, and now we are again? How?” He sounded almost accusing, and I decided his voice still sounded alluring even when his voice was strained and curious. “I want to see you again – okay, it’s kind of like I need to see you again. I was a little more than a wreck yesterday when my mom told me not to go out with you anymore, but I wanted to see you so badly that I decided I’m not gonna listen! And she didn’t even tell me why we couldn’t… But I don’t really want her to find out . . . So you can see where I am conflicted.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, one eyebrow raised (I have always been jealous of that!). He gazed into my eyes and merely nodded. We began to walk, and he finally spoke: “I kinda think it’s wrong to keep this from your parents, but I feel the same way – I won’t let anything get in my way of being with you.” We walked and talked for about an hour after that, and I hoped my mom hadn’t called home for me! It was only 1:30-ish, so mom wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. We wandered and drifted about the streets near my house until we were finally outside my own house. “Do you want to come inside?” I asked. “Sure,” he replied. We strolled inside and sat on the couch in the living room. My heart was hammering the whole time, and I was going to screw something up, I just knew it. Whenever my heart was pounding out of control like now, something in my power always went awry. Why did you do that, stupid? Now you’re gonna mess up something you just had to fix! Idiot . . . and I continued to curse myself internally and call myself very nasty names in my head. I looked up into his bright blue eyes. Just the color of them took my breath away. Such a deep, glorious blue . . . I snapped out of my reverie as quickly as I had entered. I jumped up from the couch and crossed quickly to the kitchen and fridge. “Thirsty?” I asked. “Um, no, thanks.” I heard from the living room. I couldn’t believe how awkward I felt at the moment. I grabbed a bottle of water from the top shelf. My strategy was that if I got too uncomfortable or needed to think, I could always take a sip. I sat back down on the couch. Okay, now try not to mess anything up. “What time will your mom be home?” he asked, and I knew it was because we were both nervous about her finding out about . . . well, you know, us. “She normally doesn’t come home until about five, and my dad always comes home at about sixish. So we don’t have to worry for a few more hours, you can stay until a little before then.” He nodded. I took a sip of water, and things were silent. What should I say? “So you’re leaving next Saturday?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. That gave me eleven days with Damian, here in the same country. Nine days I could actually see him, because my parents didn’t work the weekends. I would find some excuse the say he left to go say goodbye. Things weren’t looking too well at the moment. “Yeah,” he answered, “Only about a week and a half left here in the States.” We were both quiet for a minute, feeling sad. “Promise you’ll write to me? Or email, or call, or text, or however you talk to somebody?” I badgered. I faked a smile, and it showed. His responding smile was forced as well. “Absolutely! What’s your number?” and from there we exchanged all contact information. I sighed. “What’s wrong?” he asked, although it was quite obvious what was the matter. “It still hasn’t sunk in yet that you’re leaving,” I said. “I’ll probably be a wreck again once you leave.” I looked at the floor, my heart fluttering away. Did I really want him to know that I was so . . . dependent on him? Yes, said the one voice in my head, at the exact same time the other, more self-preserving voice said, No way, José. Argh, there they go, fighting and debating again! I pushed both voices away. “I’ll feel the same way, you know.” he said. I looked at him in surprise. “Really?” I asked incredulously. He seemed to glance at me like I missed something totally obvious. “Of course! Did you seriously think I wasn’t going to be upset, leaving you to go back home to Ireland? How could you possibly believe that?!” He shook his head. “Well, when I saw you today, you didn’t look as upset as I expected y – as sad as I was.” I didn’t know why I changed my mind mid-sentence, but I did. “God, I thought you were more perceptive than that!” he exclaimed. “I couldn’t think right last night after you told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. I more or less shrunk into my own little world for the night, not understanding what you said! When I woke up, it hit me, and hard. The thought of not seeing you smile at me any more . . . or never seeing your big brown eyes light up . . .” I blushed a little there, and more fervently at the next part. “. . . or of never kissing you . . . I couldn’t live with it! I was headed down to the beach to think of the right way to ask you of a way to make it work when you showed up. And then . . . well, you know the rest from there.” I couldn’t make words come out of my mouth, and even if I could, I had no idea what to say. He felt the same way. He wanted to make it work! Wow, how could I have been oblivious to all that? The only thing I could think to do was to wrap my arms around him, hold him as tightly as possible, and I did. He was caught a little off balance on the couch from the force of my hug, but he hugged me right back. “I had no idea,” I began. “That if what my mom said would tear both of us up this way, I would never have told you. I don’t even know what to say, since sorry doesn’t really seem to fit here.” We both chuckled. We stayed like that, hugging and holding each other, for a while. A few minutes later, we broke apart, our backs leaned upon the couch, Damian’s arm around my shoulder and our fingers intertwined. We just . . . sat there. Words were not really needed at the moment, and just being in his presence made me still have butterflies in my stomach. Eventually we started small talk. I checked the clock every so often, so that Damian could leave right before five o’clockish, just to be safe. After sitting there for a few hours, it came to a point where we could no longer sit down! Damian got up and went to sit at the kitchen table, with me trailing him. We sat down right next to each other, holding hands on the top of the table. “Aye,” he said, his voice dripping with his thick Irish accent. “I’m gonna hafta leave soon, then?” I nodded sullenly and looked at the clock – 4:15. “In about forty-five minutes, maybe less.” He leaned in closer. “Mala, there’s just one thing I wanted to do before we have to say goodbye today . . .” and we both leaned toward each other in synchronization, ready for the kiss.
ill try to update more often, its just that school calls.... i really missed updating my story!!!
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