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Zach and I are friends. Well, were friends. But why did that kiss last more than 2 seconds? It was weird and awkward. Doesn't he understand that we haven't talked in three years. He never even bothered to text me. Not even a measly little “Hey!”. He just stopped after a while. Was that supossed to mean something? Or maybe i was just reading too much into it, as usual.
I went over to the kitchen and picked up the phone that was ringing. “Hello?”
“Hey! Bailey, it's Ryan. Want to go down to the beach?” Ryan was my three (almost four) year boyfriend. We met shortly after Zach left. I was feeling really lonely and i guess I attached on to him, then things got serious, and weve been dating ever since.
“Yeah! Sure.” I said.
“Cool. I'm about to pull into your driveway!” He said.
“Haha! What if i had said no?”
“Well, i'd make you come anyways.”
“Fine!” I laughed then hung up the phone. I threw on some flip flops and sunglasses. I ran down the driveway to his green jeep. He rolled down his window, leaned his head out the window and kissed me. “Hey” i said softly, then walked around to the other side.
“So, where have you been? I haven't seen you in a couple of days?” He asked. He looked over at me with his bottom lip sticking out and puppy dog eyes.
“Awww” I grabbed a bit of his cheek like a grandma does. “I've been with my mom. She was back for a couple of days. We went shopping, got out nails done, bonding” I did air quotes to “bonding”. My mom and i didn't have a whole lot in common. She's a flight attendant, so i never really saw her. She was always somewhere great though. I'd get postcards from thailand and england, but never a phone call. She tried to make up for her lack of parenting by buying me things. A new bag, new shoes, i guess this time it was a shopping spree. I came home with three full bags from Nordstroms. I didn't really even want half of the stuff.
“Oh, thats nice. Where's she off to this time?” He asked. He's only met her three times in the three years we've been dating.
“New York. She'll be back in time for my birthday though.” She was always there on my birthday. That was the one thing i can count on her for.
“Which speaking of, what are you going to do in commemoration of being a legal adult?” He asked. I was turning 18 this saturday.
“A nice dinner. At Brady's dad's restaurant.” My friend Brady's dad was a chef, he always had a full restaurant that was not possible to get a table at, unless you were paris hilton.
“Oh, nice!” We pulled up to the edge of the dunes and hopped out. The sky was getting dark, and the breeze was blowing off the ocean. God, I love summer. Ryan grabbed my hand and led me down to the beach. We waded in the cool water to get the sand off our feet, then sat down in the sand. Summer was slowly ending, i hated that. I lived for summer, the long sleepless nights, sleeping in during the day, and going to the beach every day.
I looked at him. He was the ultimate stereotype of “perfect boyfriend”. He had short brown hair, a tan sculpted face, bright green eyes with brown around the inside, and was the middle striker for our schools soccer team. He was the closest thing to perfect.
He caught me staring and stared right back. put his forehead to mine and kissed me. “I love you.” he whispered. I blushed every time he said that. I smiled, kissed him again, harder this time, running my hands along the side of his face.
“I love you, too.” Perfect.