Love Story Chapter 2

~ Chapter 2 ~


         Here we are, 12 years later. Rosie is still my very best friend, and my feelings for her run deeper every day. She still doesn't know that I love her; I've been too afraid to tell her. So many fears are keeping me from her I'm scared that she'll say no. I'm scared that I'll drive her away. I'm scared that something will happen and she'll stop being my friend. That's my biggest fear of all. I can't not have her in my life, and I want to be so much more to her than just a friend. I need to stop being so afraid.

"Eli! Wait for me!" I heard that sweet voice and my knees turned to pudding. I turned around to see my beautiful red-head trotting towards me. My heart stopped and my limbs went numb. Even though I feel that way when she's far away, somehow, when she's close, I feel comfortable and those symptoms go away.

"Eli, how come ya c'n never wait more th'n five minutes for me?"

"It's not my fault you're slow. I gotta get to class."

"Oh, yeah? How's this for slow?" She was at my heels all the way to St. Augustus High. Truth be told, she's the fastest girl in the district and faster than half the boys, just below me. We were both out of breath by the time we got to first period, but we weren't late, so Sister Mary Jonathan didn't have to chew us out again. I was glad, too; that pruny old penguin's been a pain in my ass for since freshman year.

The only thing I hate about school, besides Sister Jonathan, is that every single guy in the whole school has a crush on Rosie. I mean, naturally you can't really blame them; she's beautiful, she's intelligent, she's talented, and she's nice to everyone. Guys are always making passes at her, and that makes me mad because a lot of them don't really appreciate her. They don't care about her feelings. They just want to get inside her pants. And what really worries me is that junior prom is coming up, and I'm afraid that someone else will ask her to the dance before I do. Every night I dream about dancing with her: she looked like a princess in a flowing ball gown, and I was always her prince. We'd move gracefully to a soft waltz, and just as the song ended, we'd share a tender kiss on the dance floor.

My daydreaming about this miracle of a scenario was interrupted by the Penguin squawking at me to pay attention. I didn't care, though. I didn't have time for math. The only thing that mattered to me was winning Rosie's heart.

~ End of Chapter 2 ~