Good Always Ends

This story is really personal to me, and kinda falls under the category of realism too. It's a true story about a battle for survival in this unkind world with a lot of love and romance thrown in, and I just wanted to get it out there. Enjoy.

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4. Blissful Ignorance

For the entire bus journey I was jittering with nerves, because although I couldn’t wait to see him, all sorts of questions circled round my mind like vultures round a carcass.

What if he had gone off me? Maybe I’m being stood up? What if his family don’t like me? I had a long time to ponder over these questions until the bus finally grounded to a halt at my stop. From there, I had no idea where I was going, thank goodness for GPS, or else I would have been royally screwed. After 15 minutes of walking, I began to panic, thinking I was lost. I usually had a very good sense of direction, but it didn’t help that I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a wolf-whistle coming from the trees. Assuming it wasn’t directed at me, I carried on walking. It was then that he noiselessly leapt from his hiding place in the tree canopy to creep up behind me and grab me around the waist. I screamed, not realising it was him and tried to escape, but he held me strong in his grip and wrestled me to the ground, kicking and screaming. Hair covering my face, I was still unable to see the face of my “attacker” who was now sitting astride me and laughing. Brushing the hair back from my face, I finally realised that it was Oli on top of me, and what was once a frightening situation turned into an embarrassing and potentially flirty one. “Didn’t expect to be on top of you on the first date, but I’m not complaining!” he joked as I blushed a deep shade of crimson. I took his hand and he helped me up, and he didn’t let go, and I didn’t want to let go either. Hands locked tightly together, he led me towards his house- a warm and welcoming abode with a beautiful stained glass window in the porch and a spectacular garden.

 

His mum emerged from the back garden, wearing her gardening gloves covered in soil and clutching a box of sweet peas in her left hand. As soon as she saw me her face lit up, and it was almost a look of recognition. Setting aside all of her things, she rushed over to greet me, gushing over me. Not being used to this kind of reaction, I stood there awkwardly and stared at Oli questioningly. “Sophie! It is Sophie isn’t it? I’ve heard so much about you, he doesn’t stop! Good things though, wonderful things” she said, beaming at me. She was one of those women who had that kind of contagious smile where it’s hard not to smile back. She made me feel more welcome than I had ever felt anywhere besides my own home, and all my original fears about not getting on with her went straight out of the window.

 

She rushed inside and beckoned me to join her in the kitchen. I analysed my surroundings, a large room with cream walls and complimentary décor. “Do sit down” she said, pointing to a particularly comfortable looking arm chair adjacent to her. “Nor if I get there first!” Oli shouted, dashing past me and almost tackling me to the ground. “Now that’s no way to treat your guest, Oli, where is she going to sit now?” his mother asked. I just knew what was coming next. “My lap is pretty comfortable” he said, gesturing for me to come forward. Blushing, I sat delicately on his knee. Grabbing me around the waist he pulled me in closer, making me squirm as he touched my sides. “Oh so you’re ticklish… great news!” he exclaimed, and proceeded to tickle me until I was just a giggling wreck on the floor. “I’ll leave you two love birds in peace then shall I?” his mother laughed at us both. “Thanks Mum” he said, giving her thumbs up from where he lay next to me, and with that she was gone.

 

“Guess we have a little time to ourselves” he mumbled as he reached out to pull me in closer to him, his arm cradling my face. He leaned in to place a kiss on my lips, not just a peck, a proper kiss. That would have been my first, had I not turned away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. “Nothing it’s just…. It doesn’t seem right… you know… we’ve hardly been dating fives minutes and… you know…” I trailed off. “You feel like it’s not socially acceptable? Don’t worry I get it, but there is just something about you…. I don’t know… ignore me, what was I thinking, that was stupid of me” he finished, getting up to leave the room. Panicking and thinking I had ruined my chances already I stood up quickly and croaked “please, don’t go”. He turned to me, a smile spread across his face “Gotcha!” he said. “HEY NOT FUNNY” I scowled at him, but that scowl vanished from my face as he moved towards me and wrapped his arms around me. He lifted my face so that my gaze could meet his, and I was struck dumb. “How about that kiss, beautiful brown eyes?” and before I could react, his lips gently locked with mine and I lost all ability to think rationally. My heart began to beat at a pace that my head couldn’t keep up with, and blood began to surge through my veins faster than ever. His hands caressed my face, and when our lips finally broke away, he looked at my shocked expression and laughed. “I guess you’ve had plenty of experience with that then…. A good looking girl like you” he asked, clearly eager for an answer. “Are you kidding me?” I retorted, laughing dryly, “No, funnily enough that was my first” I said, studying his face for a reaction. A look that could only be described as relief spread across his face as he replied, “Good, me too.”

 

After almost half an hour of lying on the floor and mucking around, he suddenly announced “I think it’s time you met the minions!” he laughed, dragging me by my wrist out of the room. “Minions?” I looked at him questioningly, but my question was answered when he led me into a room where two children sat: A petite young girl with beautiful blonde hair that rested on her shoulders and baby blue eyes to match, and a slightly older, but no bigger, young boy with sun kissed skin and unruly hair, both painting unique masterpieces. “This is Dan the man” Oli informed me, gesturing toward the boy “and this is Ella” he continued. “She’s very timid with strangers, so don’t be offended if she’s a little weary of you at first” he whispered. “SOPHIEEEEE” the young boy ran at me and grabbed hold of my left leg, clinging to me. “o…k…nice to meet you too, Dan” I laughed, taken aback by his enthusiasm. “Come here you little monster” Oli reached down, prising the chuckling young boy from my leg. Ella, the girl, just gave me a nod and a smile of acknowledgement, and I returned the gesture. “Sophie is our new addition to the crew!” Oli announced, setting Dan back down and wrapping both arms around me again. “I’m glad to have met your family, they seem like lovely people” I breathed. “That’s good news” he replied “because one day, I plan to make you part of it.”

 

I slept well that night, back at home in my own bed, thoughts of Oli and his family filling my brain. My thoughts were interrupted by my sisters snoring, and I laughed quietly to myself. “Things are finally going good” I thought to myself, feeling content, and for the first time in months, I fell asleep, happy.

 

The summer holidays eventually rolled round, and I could not have been happier to escape school for 6 weeks, because it meant more time to spend with Oli! After saying my rushed goodbyes to my friends, I hopped on the bus for what would be the last time in over a month. I smirked like an idiot to myself as the bus set off, ignoring the comments of anyone who noticed.

 

He and I met up twice a week in the holidays, sometimes just the two of us, other times with his friends who I grew to know and love. On one of these occasions we visited the beach, and lying there taking in the sea breeze with my head resting on his shoulder and the sun shining strongly, I began to understand why some people love life so much.  He sat up suddenly, and nudging me said “Last one to the sea is a rotten egg!” and he sprinted away laughing. “Real mature!” I called after him, hurrying to try and keep up. Seeing that I was struggling, he turned and offered me a piggy back, and so we both stormed across the beach, me on his back as he raced across the pebbly hillside and down into the sea where he threatened to drop me. “Don’t you dare!” I screeched, gripping tighter to him as he stumbled deeper into the waves.

“On second thoughts….” He trailed off as he set me down onto the sand next to the tide. He then began to do something I didn’t expect; he began to strip down to his underwear. “What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed, glancing at the stunned expression of an elderly lady who was enjoying a day in the sun, and watching the strange spectacle of Oli in his boxers. “What….they’re just like swimming shorts! Now it’s your turn” he looked at me expectantly, and I looked back, confused. Sighing, he moved towards me and took hold of my top and I instantly realised what he meant. “NO WAY” I screamed at him as he tried to convince me “it’s just like wearing a bikini”. I looked back at the old woman, and she was staring, unblinking, at Oli, and I couldn’t control my laughter as I took out my ipod to photograph the classic moment. Laughing, I left my ipod safely in my bag on the beach, and we both charged into the waves like children, pushing and shoving each other whilst every care and worry we had slipped away.

 

We visited the pier where he won me a “me to you” teddy with a t-shirt imprinted with “you make me smile”. Mind you, he did spend almost £10 trying, after which he may as well have bought one, but he didn’t care as it was for me. Another £10 later (of his money, he insisted), we were sitting in an Italian ice cream speciality restaurant, sharing a strawberry sundae and both suffering from severe brain freeze. “I would have thought you would have been alright” he said after he had recovered, “not much up there to freeze” he joked, for which he got a two finger salute and a kick under the table.

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