All It Took Was One Look

Vanessa is a seventeen year old average girl. She doesn't get noticed much in school, and is always out looking at the wonders of her home town London England. As she's wandering about late at night she runs into a guy that changes her life forever.

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3. Seeing Skye Again

I was driving home thinking of Devon. I couldn't tell if I actually really liked the guy, or if I despised him. There's something about him that makes me think he's cute, and something else that makes me hate him. It was raining pretty hard, and it was very cold, so the heater in my car was on full blast. That reminded me of when Devon asked me if I was cold. I wasn't at the time, but now I'm freezing. I shouldn't be wearing a short sleeved t-shirt. As I kept driving I saw someone sitting on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, with her face in her knees. I am almost positive that the girl is crying, but she looked so familiar to me. I decided to pull over right next to her, but she still didn't raise her face. I hopped out of the car and leaned down next to the girl.

"You okay there?" I asked.

Her head finally raised up and I saw my old friend Skye staring at my face.

"Tina?" she asked, surprised.

"Skye?" I echoed.

"I never thought I would see you again after grade school," she said.

"Me neither," I breathed. "anyway why are you out here in the pouring rain?"

"Long story," she said, as I could tell that it wasn't rain drops on her cheeks, it was her tears.

"You can come over," I suggested.

She nodded slightly, as she gradually was getting up from the sidewalk. I was waiting for her to get in the car first, as I followed along.

We were both in the car, as she looked like she felt relieved for some reason.

"God, it's so hot in here. It feels so nice," she smiled.

I smiled back at her, while I started driving.

"Anyway, tell me what happened," I said. "why were you out there?"

"Well remember Dean?" she asked, now looking sad again.

"Yes why?" I asked.

She inhaled deeply, as she tucked her very long dirty blonde hair behind her ear.

"He..... he...." she stuttered.

I didn't say anything.

"He broke up with me," she sighed, as another tear rolled down her face.

"Aw, Skye, I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"I really loved him," she breathed.

Dean was her boyfriend, and has been every since Skye was fourteen, now she's about to turn eighteen. I even thought they'd stick together for a while, but who knows?

"All good things must come to an end right?" I asked.

Skye sighed, as more tears rolled down her face.

"I really thought we'd say together for quite some time," she said.

"You did though," I replied.

"Yeah. But not long enough for me to let go," she said, as she used her sweatshirt sleeve to wipe off her tears.

She was wearing a plain grey sweatshirt that said University of Oxford with red letters.  Skye and I both wanted to attend the University of Oxford every since we were little. Oxford is one of the highest schools in the world. She was also wearing dark blue skinny jeans along with some grey uggs .I thought she might be a tad cold in that, but I didn't bother to ask. Her black mascara was all over her eyes, and her lip gloss was faded. Skye and I both wanted to attend the University of Oxford every since we were little. Oxford is one of the highest schools in the world. 

We pulled into the driveway of my house, as Skye and I stepped out of the car at the same time. 

"Wow, it's been ages since I've seen this place," Skye said, slightly smiling looking around in my garage.

"I know. So many memories in here right?" I asked, thinking about all the good times we had in this house.

She nodded, as we both slowly walked into my house. Everyone was asleep, because it was around 1:30 AM.

"Wow, Ally, it's 1:30 AM, I can't stay here. This is so rude of me," Skye said concerned.

"No it's okay. You can stay the night," I offered.

She smiled at me looking a tad sad.

"I feel so bad. But okay. Thank you," she said.

We headed upstairs into my room, as she smiled and looked around.

"Wow, last time I was up here, you had a barbie bed, and barbie everything almost," she laughed.

I laughed along with her.

The last time she came over we were around nine or ten years old.

"Literally the best memories of my childhood was with you in this house," she said, with her face loosing color.

"Me too. We had some kick ass times didn't we?" I laughed.

She nodded, and laughed as well. 

"We truly did."

I climbed up on my bunk bed, as I plopped on the top bunk.

I had a bunk bed because I was constantly pestering my parents about it when I was younger, because I was so concerned on where my friends would sleep if they spent the night.

She climbed up on the top bunk too, as she sat down, and played with the blanket.

"Ally tell me honestly. What's new with you?" she asked.

I inhaled deeply, as I looked down at the blanket.

"Well, I decided my career."

"Really? And what have you decided you'll shoot for?"

"Working at the Google Headquarters," I responded hesitantly. It sounded so crazy, when I actually said it out loud.

"Really? Wow. That's interesting," she said.

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

"Was that sarcasm?" I asked.

"No, no, no," she said. "I actually do think it's cool."

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well.... I don't know yet."

"Really? I mean we are graduating high school so soon. This is our last summer we have before high school is over."

"I know..... what do you think I should do?"

"I can't decide for you."

"You can help." 

"Maybe you'd like Google? I mean, you were always as good with computers as I was. You're smart. And we both talked about Oxford since we were tiny little children," I chuckled.

"I remember that," she giggled.

"Would you like that?" 

"Yeah probably. I don't know. Isn't the headquarters in a different country though?"

"Yes. America."

"You really are ambitious Ally," she smiled.

"I know."

We both were silent for a little bit, as I started thinking about Devon. I don't know why he randomly crossed my mind, but he did. I really wanted to see him again, as crazy as that sounds.

"How are you Skye?" I broke the silence, trying to get Devon out of my head.

"Eh. I'm okay."

"What's up?" I asked, seeing that she was lying.

"Well.... My dad is super sick. The doctors are predicting he doesn't have much of a life span anymore."

"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling very sad.

I was always very close to Skye's dad. He was my dad figure. My dad ran away from home when I was about two years old, so I don't remember him at all. Skye's dad was mainly my dad when we were friends. He always made me happy, and always was protective over me.

"He really liked you," Skye sighed.

"I really liked him too. He was my dad figure," I breathed.

I could see Skye's face turn very sad. She was on the verge of tears.

"He even talks about you to this day. He misses you."

"I miss him too."

"He's in the hospital now."

"Maybe I can visit him tomorrow with you."

"Yeah. He'd like that."

This just turned very depressing. I was happy to see Skye again, but hearing news like that really kills the mood.

 

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