This story came into my head last night and it wouldn't let me be until I wrote it down. This story involves a girl/girl relationship, if that isn't your thing then I'm sorry but you have clicked on the wrong link. I hope you enjoy reading this one. If so and even if not, please send me a note: psiloveyou06@yahoo.com
Title: The Note
By: Pearl Sanchez
I turned off the ignition after parking my old but for fortunately still running dark blue neon dodge in front of our apartment. Pulling my backpack over my right shoulder. I started walking toward the building and I saw our landlord John. We exchange our usual "how are yous" and he asks if there were any problems or concerns with the apartment. I tell him no, how did we ever land such a perfect place that fits perfectly under our budget I will never know. I smile because not long after I thought of this, I realize that it was because of you that we got this apartment. You are so intelligent, clever, and amazing in every way. I wouldn't know where I would be without you, and I never want to find out. I passed the main door of the building and let out a sigh as I realized that I have three flights of stairs ahead of me. I am so glad that I have you to come home to. You are my motivation, my love, my everything. I turn the key to our front door. I push it open and I called out your name.
"Via?" No response.
"Baby?"
I mentally slap myself because for a moment there, I forgot how much you hated being called 'baby'. You explained it once to me, why is it you hated that pet name so much. You said something along the lines of how you didn't want to seem like a helpless creature and who constantly needs to be taken care of. I never completely understood that but I know you love me anyway. You told me that even though you knew that I wasn't getting it, you love me just because I am trying to understand.
I close the door behind me and am curious to why you aren't answering back. I walk pass our foyer straight into our kitchen. As I place my keys onto the counter I notice that you have left a note for me. It says:
Hey Cerulean,
I just went down the street to get some things I needed to make dinner. I'll be back in a few.
Love Always,
Via
Everyone calls me CJ you are the only one I let call me by my real first name. I used to cringe every time someone would call me Cerulean but you said that it was beautiful and unique. You make me beautiful Via. You make me feel everything. I smile as I fold the note. With the note in hand and my bag in the other I walked into our bedroom. The sun is just setting and the room couldn't be any more inviting. I remember when we were first moving into this place. We both agreed that the previous pink shade of this room had to go. Our first mild argument about the house, I still smile when I remember it. I wanted to paint the room white. My logic was that white is a color of peace and anything we bring into this room will match. It wasn't really an argument though, because when you simply said, "but I want green" I knew you had won the battle. Your color of choice was perfect though I realize that now.
I throw my bag on to the bed as I reach into the second shelf in the closet and I pull out a shoebox. I open it and place the note inside. I smile as I see how many we have collected so far. This was your idea too, to keep all of our notes that we've written to each other. On nights when we feel like lounging around we both love to go through the contents of this box, and every time we do... we can hardly believe the fact that it has been over 3 years. I place the box back into its designated shelf. I debate with myself whether or not to meet you at the corner market or maybe the street in case you were walking back. I look at our bed and, I'm sorry love but I have to lie down.
I don't know how long I've dozed off but I wake up to a kiss on my cheek. Even before I open my eyes I know it is you. I pull on to your arm wanting you to lay down with me. You begin to protest playfully saying how you need to get started on dinner. I tell you to forget dinner and that all I need is to cuddle. You giggle as you lay down beside me. Laying on my side I place my left arm under my pillow and wrap my right arm around you as you lay flatly on your back with your head turned towards mine. For several seconds we just lay here looking into each other's eyes. I look at your nose then your lips and as I trail my eyes back towards your own I brush a strand of hair and placed it behind your ear.
"I miss you," I say barely above a whisper.
You gave me a confused look.
"What do you mean? I've always been right here, I didn't go anywhere."
"I know" I reply, "but we haven't really had a chance to just sit and cuddle. I've been either too tired from work or too tired from uni."
"You make it sound like we haven't cuddled in weeks!"
"We haven't?"
You sit thinking for a few seconds.
"It's been two days!"
I laugh.
"Well, it's been the longest two days in my life!"
You laugh and pulled me so I can lay my head on your chest.
"When did you get so dramatic?"
I lift my head smiling and looking at you.
and we were quiet.
I lean in and gently brush my lips against yours. I pull away and you lift your head and pull my own toward yours so our lips could meet once again. I opened my mouth inviting your tongue inside and it wasn't long before our tongues got acquainted too. I rolled on top of you and placed my arms around you as you wrap your hands around my neck as we continued our passionate kiss. A few minutes later I hear my stomach grumble. Apparently I wasn't the only one that took notice because you start to laugh breaking the kiss. I groan as I rest my head next to yours and I kiss your shoulder.
You get up and I lift my head and ask, "To be continued?"
You let out that beautiful laugh of yours; you nod, and then you walk out of the bedroom.
I wake up to the sound of the alarm clock. I sit up abruptly as I look in the direction of the bedroom door. I try to get out of bed as fast as I can. Neglecting to push the snooze button, I rush to the door I almost trip over my own feet during the process. I finally make my way out of the bedroom and into the living room, you're not there. I look into the kitchen you're not there. No note on the counter, on the refrigerator, or anywhere.
I walk into the living room and see the newspaper articles that I have collected, and that's when it all hit me. I fight the tears threatening to fall. I let out a heavy and trembling sigh as I walk back into my room. I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock and walked to my closet and began to get dress for another day of work.
Town newspaper article:
October 13, 2002
At 5:32 PM Olivia Maria Goddard was pronounced dead at the local hospital after a hit and run accident yesterday. A word from her partner: "She was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes, the store was right down the street! It's all still a blur for me, I'm still waiting to wake up from this horrible nightmare. I don't know what I'm going to do without her. She's everything to me." ...Arrangements by the Mortimer N. Peck - Russell Peck Funeral Homes.
I grab my bag and headed out to the kitchen. As I grab my keys I place the folded note on the counter.