Sneak Peak #1…

Okay, time for the first sneak peak.  Keep in mind that the content is unedited at this point.  As editing begins I will be able to post some material that will actually show up in the book word-for-word but until then this will have to do.  I hope you like it, let me know if you do.

My phone began ringing in my pocket but I didn’t even bother to look.  I knew it was probably my mom wondering where I ran off to.  Wanting to finish our very one-sided conversation.  She wasn’t asking us, there was no talking about  this, she was telling us that we were moving.  The ringing stopped and then started again right away.  Really? Can’t she just let me be alone right now.  Does she not understand how upset I am?

“No,” he said from about ten feet away.  Had I just said all of that out loud?  Probably.  When I get emotional that tends to be my M.O.  “You are not allowed to be alone right now.”

As I turned my head I couldn’t help but smile.  He was such a beautiful person, inside and out, and he was mine.  He towered over me in height and could probably bench press me as a workout.  His body was always in great shape because he was always at the gym trying to strengthen his upper body for football.  He was doing a great job.  I could see how impressive his build was, even through the sweatshirt he was wearing.

We have been best friends since 7th grade and I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world.  This was not the first time I had noticed how incredibly desirable he was.  I have been pushing those thought from my brain for years now.  It’s a dance I’ve been doing for a while and have perfected.  I start to lose control of the fact that we are friends and the next time we see each other he has a girl on his arm, usually a new girlfriend.  It always helps to bring things back into perspective for me.

I’m staring at him, taking in the ‘view’ as his long legs bring him the ten feet or so in about four steps.  “What are you doing here,” I asked him as he sits down next to me on the bench and wraps his long, muscular arm around my shoulder.  I put my head in the crook of his neck and exhaled the breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.

“You mom called me when you left the house.  I was running about five minutes late so I took a detour and figured you would be here if you were upset.  I saw your car but I didn’t see you on the courts so I called your phone and listened for the ring to find you.”  He knew me too well sometime.  As he hugged me tighter I began to shiver.  He gave my strange appearance a quick once-over and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”  I know I sounded defensive but I really didn’t see the humor in anything at that moment.  The only thing I was focused on was the pain in my stomach and the fact that my brain was refusing to process what was going on.  I was starting to get a headache.

“Do you see what you’re wearing?  You would be laughing too,” he replied while trying not to laugh too hard.  He was successfully failing.

I looked down and started to laugh too.  I had on my hot pink rain boots with my favorite purple sweat pants and a very deep red and black sweater.  To top is off my blanket was an ugly burnt orange, school colors.  I looked like a very ugly rainbow of colors.  I had to laugh and once I started I couldn’t stop.  Brad always knew how to make me laugh and he always knew how to make me feel just a little bit better about any situation, or at least make me forget about it for a moment.  I actually felt the tension begin to melt from my body.