Summer Love

Oh, he was the one. Most definitely. Everytime I'd see him I'd get that twisted up feeling inside when all you can think about is how good he looks in those jeans, or how nice he smells, and how perfectly his shirt matches his baby blue eyes. Yes, I was completely wrapped... Well okay, maybe just REALLY infatuated, but I absolutely adored him, he was amazing. It's crazy how life happens though. It's crazy how you can be blind to something you need so badly, and let yourself fall for a false image of what you need... It was finally summer, school was out and all i couldn't wait to do was find that summer love. Who doesn't love a perfect summer romance? So, one of my friends and I decided the perfect way to get that summer love was to go where most people go during the summer of course... the pool! Walking towards that pool I was just struttin my stuff looking around to see if anyone was looking. "Oh a smoothie.. that sounds good. Let's see strawberry, banan" And then it happened... Laying on the ground, I looked up to see this perfectly sculpted body, with a perfect face, and perfect hair, and perf I think you get the point. He reached out his hand and introduced himself, "Hey, Sorry I bumped into you, my name's Ryan." Speachless, I stammered out the words: "meilarumlauren." He laughed a little and responded with a polite "nice to meet you" gesture and continued walking to get a drink. I was determined to talk to him again so I rushed over to my friend Chris who was showing off his skills at doing cannon balls and making splashes that "take serious skill". I asked him if he would talk to Ryan for me, hey i didn't want to look obvious, and Chris, always taking care of me, agreed. After 10 minutes had passed Chris returned with Ryan walking next to him. Stopping in front of me, I gave Chris a quick kiss on the cheek, which he knew meant "thanks, but now i need some alone time". So Chris went back to doing tricks off the diving board, while i was left with Ryan. "Is he your boyfriend?" he asked me. I responded with a quick, "Oh, no. He's just a really good friend". I had never thought of Chris like that before, you know, more than just a friend. But that moment of thought passed when Ryan spoke again,"Hey, would you like to hang out tonight?" Ecstatic, I smiled and accepted of course, and that was the beginning of our relationship. A month had passed, and it was the Fourth of July. Ryan and I had spent almost everyday with each other hanging out with our friends. We hadn't made any Fourth of July plans, so he asked me if I would like to go to a party at one of his friend's houses'. I was a little hesitant because I had never actually been somewhere with Ryan that wasn't with my friends too. But I trusted him, and agreed to go with him. I called Chris to talk to him about how I was feeling. He could always make me feel better. "Chris, I'm nervous. I trust Ryan and i know he won't let anyone touch me, but how can I be so sure?" There was a silence on the other line, "Chris?" He said, "You" He paused like he was about to say something. His voice sounded distressed, but he continued, "If you need me, I'm here." And then there was silence again. I knew he had something to say. You could tell in his voice, but he didn't say it. He hung up, and I got ready to see Ryan. We got there and it was extreme. You could hear the music blaring from down the street and there were glass bottles shattered all along the road. Pulling up to the driveway he could tell I was a little unsettled about the whole situation. He put his hand on my cheek and said, "Don't worry, I'm right here." Don't worry I'm right here... could he have said anything better? I smiled and so did he, and we proceeded to enter the party. We walked in and Ryan said hello to all his buddies and introduced me to them. They all seemed nice, a little wild, but nice, and Ryan appeared to be very well liked. He kept his arm around me the whole time, and I felt completely safe. What he had said to me before replayed over and over in my head. The night dragged on and I was starting to get uneasy. I was a high school girl at a college party, and to make matters worse Ryan was drinking. By midnight, he was completely immersed in alcohol and was getting out of control. We went into the kitchen to get some water, but he grabbed me and started kissing me on my neck. I didn't react in any way because we had kissed like this before. Then he brought me over to the kitchen table, set me down, and layed on top of me. I pushed him off because I knew he was drunk, and he started shoving me into the wall and saying horrible things to me. I ran outside, crying like a teenager cries, and started walking home. I trusted him. I trusted Ryan and I thought he was different. My tears were being reflected by the pouring down rain, and home seemed so far away.I had never felt so alone. I could hear the trees rustling and the leaves around me scattering. The wind was whistling in a way that seemed as if it was laughing at how foolish I had been. I was at an alltime low. A car pulled up to me silently, and I pretended to ignore it. They rolled down the window and starting saying what sounded like my name, so I reluctantly looked up. It was Chris. I got in his car and there was this silence. A silence that said so many words in its own, we dare not speak. It was a silence of understanding what we knew had been there all along, we had just kept ourselves too busy to listen. We pulled up to my house, and he got out of the car and opened the door for me. We walked up to my porch that we had been playing on together since I was 10 and I stood there awkwardly. I couldn't stop staring at my feet. I was afraid to look in his eyes. I was afraid to finally realize that what I had been looking for had been with me the entire time. He lifted his hand, and ran it through my touseled hair, not overstepping that line that had been crossed earlier that night. He knew exactly what to do. He knew everything there was to know about me. And he knew the entire time. He brought me to the door and kissed my forehead. I finally had the courage to look in his eyes, and when I did... I got that twisted feeling inside, I saw how perfect he was in every way. And I cried. I knew he was everything I needed and everything I ever wanted. He pulled me into him to console me, like he had always done every time I cried. And he took my hands and put them up to his, laced them together and said, "I'm here for you. I always have been. And I promise... I always will be."