“Remember, you don’t have to go to school tomorrow if you don’t want to Ryder.” Nancy said as Ryder and I were getting ready to go to my house.
“Okay. I might be going to the airport with Bridgett too.” Ryder replied, opening the door.
“Okay, see you tomorrow.” Mr. Paisley said as Ryder and I left.
We drove off to my house, though we could’ve walked. I guess if he wanted to go to the airport with me though, that he’d have to drive back some how. He parked in the driveway and we headed inside. I didn’t know what exactly to do, so I just asked him what movie he would want to watch. He told me that I should pick, so I didn’t argue. I picked a comedy and popped it into the DVR.
Ryder and I sat on the couch together. He put his arm around me and I snuggled in close. We were like two pieces of a puzzle who had finally found our match. I knew though, that after the puzzle is complete, it gets taken apart. Sometimes it gets put back together, but other times it is forgotten. I hadn’t a clue how this puzzle would turn out.
My dad came into the living room and say us. He said, “Hey!” which made us jump.
“Dad!” I said, embarrassed.
“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you two alone. Goodnight sweetie.” My dad left the room.
“Sorry.” I apologized.
“It’s cool. Your dad seems fun.” Ryder turned to face me.
“He is, when he isn’t working.” I stated.
Ryder brushed the hair out of my eyes. I did the same to his. We laughed and then I messed up his hair. I made his hair look shaggy and laughed as I continued messing it up. He did the same to my hair. I stopped and put my hands up in surrender. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Ryder brushed the hair out of my eyes again, and stared.
“Your eyes are so beautiful.” He complimented sweetly.
“You’re compliments are so cheesy.” I laughed in reply.
“I’m serious. You’re beautiful Bridgett.”
This reminded me of our first date when he told me I was beautiful but I didn’t like it. I hated being called beautiful, because I knew it wasn’t true. I’ve always felt ugly. When Ryder said that I was beautiful though, this time, it felt different. It felt true.
“I will say it a million times. Bridgett Herman, you are beautiful.”
“I love you Ryder.”
“I love you too.”
It didn’t take long until our lips met and sparks flew through my veins. I was on fire. Ryder cupped my face in his hands and we kept each other close. I locked my hand together around his shoulders. His lips were soft and refreshing. I didn’t have to think about tomorrow, or the days that would follow. I could just think about right now. This moment.
“Hey,” I breathed, “I’m gonna go take a shower. New York probably smells bad enough as it is. I wouldn’t want to add to that smell.” I broke away from our closeness. “Need anything?”
“Another kiss?” Ryder teased.
“Later.” I smiled and turned to go to my bathroom.
I got to my bathroom and started my shower. I sang a happy song as I washed myself. I often sang my mood, so I could truly tell that I was filled with glee. I finished my shower, eager to get back to Ryder. I threw on an old t-shirt and shorts and headed back to the living room.
Ryder was still on the couch where I had left him. He was just sitting there, waiting for me and watching the movie. He looked so… so… so normal. Everything felt right, like it had fallen perfectly into place. Everything was as if it were planned out.
Ryder noticed my presence and sat up straighter saying, “Nice singing.”
“Oh no! You heard me?” I wanted to die of embarrassment right on the spot.
“Yeah. You have a nice voice.” Ryder added.
“Don’t even try,” I joked, “I sound like a cat going through a garbage disposal!”
“You’re too hard on yourself. You sounded great. What song was that?”
“Even more embarrassing! It was Love Story by Taylor Swift.”
Ryder laughed hysterically.
“Don’t laugh at me.” I was laughing at myself too though.
“I bet you are.” I replied sarcastically.
I jumped up onto the couch. I thought it would make him jump a little, but I guess I didn’t weigh enough. He laughed at my failed attempt anyway, and I snuggled back into him. He turned down the volume a little and started to brush back my wet hair.
“Your hair is so wet!” Ryder stated the obvious.
“It’s called a shower you dip.” I giggled.
Ryder continued to stroke my hair. Then he moved his hands down my back and started rubbing it. His hands stroked my back gently. It was nice, soothing, calming. I felt myself drifting off to sleep even though I didn’t want to. I knew that if I fell asleep, the morning would come and I would have to leave.
I felt a big weight on my shoulders, like I was forgetting something. It kept pushing down on me. I thought of everything. Did I forget something? I said my good-byes over texts. Jayde was coming to the airport anyway tomorrow, so I could say another goodbye to her. I remembered to text Meg and Trish, even though Trish would’ve gotten the email anyway. There had to be something else.
Then I realized, “I forgot to pack!”
I shot up out of where I was sitting and ran to my room kind of forgetting that Ryder was still with me. I grabbed a suitcase out of my closet, the biggest I could find, and rummaged through my drawers. Then I heard Ryder coming.
“You run pretty fast.”
“Sorry,” I said hurriedly, “I just completely forgot! Help me?”
“Of course. What should I do?” Ryder asked uncomfortably.
“Well, I need my makeup, so could you go in my bathroom and get my makeup bag please? It should be the chevron bag by the sink.”
“Okay, one question though… What’s chevron?”
I laughed, “Sorry, the zig zag looking bag by the sink.”
“Got it.” Ryder said as if he had accomplished something huge.
Ryder brought me my makeup bag and I threw it into the suitcase. I started grabbing clothes and piling them into my bag. I brought seven outfits. The email said that more clothes would be provided to us, and so would laundry services. I also packed tennis shoes, low heels, and flip flops. Then I packed an old t-shirt and shorts for sleeping.
Ryder helped me pack my toiletries like toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and some other little things. Then I packed my straightener. My suitcase was almost full so I had to be picky. I had a separate bag for my laptop and other electronics and chargers, so that was no problem. I thought of things that would keep me occupied if I were bored.
I grabbed a few books and neatly tucked them into the side pocket of my suitcase. Then I grabbed a journal and some colored pens and stuffed them into my bag. I would want to document the trip, that was for sure. I grabbed my sketchbook too. I was bad at sketching, but it would keep my occupied. I was all set.
“Thank again. I would’ve freaked out tomorrow morning!” I thanked.
“Speaking of tomorrow, we should get some sleep. We have to be up pretty early.” Ryder mentioned.
“Yeah, I guess.” I said sadly.
Ryder pulled me into him. “It’s going to be fine.”
We walked back to my living room where we made a makeshift bed out of pillows and blankets. Ryder was on the right and I was on the left, yet we were so close, I hardly even knew we were two separate people. We continued watching the movie as I fought off sleep.
“I love you.” Ryder whispered.
“I love you too.”
Just like that, I drifted off into sleep. In my sleep I began to dream. In my dream, Ryder and I were in New York together. We were on the top of a building looking out at the city lights.Then we went over to the edge of the building. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I was hanging off the side of the building. Ryder was trying to pull me back up, but his fingers slipped and I fell. I kept falling and falling and falling.