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Paige in my world of make-believe |
November 11th, 2006
Email For Me – edited version
Author's Note: This series is totally fiction, just a dream of a once love-struck girl. The sequel will be up soon. Either finished or non-finished...
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E-mail For Me?
Sean Series Story 1
By Wolfy
[Written: 10/20/06]
I came home from a very boring day at school. I had already completed all of my homework, so I could get onto the computer. Surprisingly, there was a message awaiting me from Sean.
Sean from my old summer camp. He had stopped emailing me about a month ago. I had sent him a reply to our last message and a few other messages, but he hadn’t replied to any of them. I was pretty worried about him, since he had been trying to get a job. He’s 19 and I had to admit that I had a small crush on him, but when I didn’t see him again I was just happy that we were still friends. Until he stopped emailing me…
My heart began to pound. Why did he email me? Why now? I looked at the message. The Subject said; NEED TO TALK TO YOU. What did he mean by that? What would the message say? Was he going to erase me from his life forever? I opened the message…
||Dear Black Wolf,
I’m sorry I haven’t been replying back to your messages. I’ve been busy. It may be hard to explain to you, can I call you?
~Sean||
I stared at the letter, dazed. I would have to reply, obviously he didn’t know that mom managed my email and that I always had to have her permission to send him a reply. She wasn’t here, though, she wouldn’t be back for another hour… or longer…
I quickly replied back…
~||Sean, nice to hear from you again. Why can’t you just tell me via email?
~BW||~
I clicked Send. As soon as it had sent, I clicked Delete on his message, then went to Sent Items and clicked Delete there, too.
Suddenly, there was another message in my Inbox. It was from Sean… he was on! How long had he been on? Was he waiting for me to reply all this time? Was it just by chance that he was there?
||I’m glad that you are on and willing to talk. I can’t talk to you here because someone can read this other than you.||
What did he mean?
~||So?||~
I waited…
||So, I need you number, or I at least need to talk to you in person…||
I gulped…
~||I can’t give it to you.||~
||Why not?||
~||You’re kidding, right?||~
||No, why would I be joking about this?||
I laughed. He actually wanted my number!
~||What if I did give you my number? Then what would you do?||~
||Then I’d call you…||
~||Why?!||~
||Because… I need to actually TALK to you…||
~||Then why don’t we just meet somewhere, like when your first performance is or something? You got in, right?||~
||I… well… I guess we can do that…||
~||HA! I KNEW YOU GOT THE JOB!||~
||Yeah, but how will you get there? I mean, wouldn’t your parents kind of… get a little... freaked out?||
~||Yeah, knowing my dad, he probably would. I don’t know about my mom… But, how do I know you’re not going to seduce me?||~
There was a long pause as I waited for his reply. Even though I was totally serious, I was smiling.
||You really think I would do that to you?||
~||I never know…||~
||Paige… you’re thirteen. I’d be a… pervert… if I did that…||
~||Yeah? Amazingly, there are a lot of perverts out there…||~
Again, I waited.
||I promise you, Paige, I would NEVER EVER do that to you. You mean to much to this world for me to ruin your life like that. So, how will you get to me?||
This time, I waited to reply. I meant too much to the world? What they heck? Where did THAT come from?
~||I’ll get my older friend to drive me. Don’t worry, he won’t ‘get in the way’ he will be a bit curious, though, what will I tell him if he asks why you want to see me?||~
||Just tell him the truth. How old is he, anyways?||
~||22, and, what exactly is the truth?||~
||The truth is… I want to talk to you so badly, to see you, because I may never see you again…||
I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. I didn’t like Sean as much as I used to, but to know that… that I would never see him again… it was just too much… I gulped. I would never see him again? Not even at camp next summer? Not even around town?
||Paige? Are you… still there?||
I felt like I was talking on IM, messages were coming in my Inbox like fast-growing plants in a well-watered field.
~||Yeah… I’m still here… Where should I meet you?||~
||The _________ __________ ____ _____. Do you know where that is or not?||
~||How could I NOT know where that is? It’s right by my dad’s work!||~
||You’re dad… works at the… _________?||
I could imagine Sean gulping on the other side of his computer.
~||Yeah, he’s a… ______. So, what time should I come? What will you be doing?||~
||We’ll be rehearsing. Come Saturday between 2:45 and 4:00… Will that work for you?||
~||Yeah, I think I can do that. See you Sat….||~
I had nothing else to say to him, so I went and double-deleted all of the messages. I’m sure my parents could still find them some way, but it all wouldn’t matter after the meeting between Sean and I…
Was he still the same? Did he look the same? Did he act the same? Would he act the same? What would my parents say? How would I get away from them on Saturday? What was I thinking? Why would he never see me again? It was all very, very confusing…
~~
The next day, my chance of going to see Sean hit me full-face when my mom told me that they were going to run a few errands. She always let me stay home. Casually, I asked how long they’d be gone. She said probably about and hour and a half to two hours. That day, which happened to be Friday, I called Fred, to ask if he would take me. He was like a brother to me, he would do it…
“So, you want me to take you to the __________ _______ ____ ______ to see this 19 year-old guy who you have a crush on while your parents go shopping?”
“USED to have a crush on, when I was spending my days with him over the summer! We’re just friends now, besides, he NEVER liked me, nothing was EVER going on. He’s a cool guy and would never do anything to hurt me. He said he had to talk to me about something every important and that I may never again get to see him. We both have a feeling that my parents wouldn’t give us the kind of… time alone… that we wanted.” I explained to him, very seriously.
“Why do you think I would give you any more space then they would?” Fred asked.
“Because, you’re not my parents, and you’re not even my brother. You always give me more space…”
“But I don’t know this guy…”
“You can trust him. I trust him. I’m not stupid, I don’t trust guys easily. He’s… different…”
“Sounds to me like you STILL like him.” Fred said, still non-trusting.
“Well, I don’t. I’m just telling you that I’m pretty close to him… that’s all…” I said, determined to make him believe me.
“As close as we are?” He asked, sounding… jealous?
“No, but… almost there…”
“Fine, but if he does ANYTHING to you, then I’ll be sure to beat his lights out.”
“If he does do anything to me, which he won’t, I’ll probably of already done it to him before you could get to him.” I replied, smiling.
“There’s my Paige. Come down to my house as soon as your parents leave. We won’t have much time…”
“They leave at about 2:30, I think…”
“Yeah, exactly, which means you can’t stay with your boyfriend for long.”
“FRIEND!!” I shouted into the phone.
“I know, I know…”
~~
Saturday came sooner then I wanted it to. I watched as my parent’s car drove out of the driveway. I waved goodbye as it sped off and around the corner. As fast as I could, I grabbed my coat, the keys and ran down to Fred’s house.
“You ready?" He asked. He was standing out by his car. He must’ve watched them leave, too.
“Yeah,” I looked up at him, doubtfully. “Let’s go…”
It took us about 25 minutes to get there. We walked up to the doors. They were open. We stepped in and watched as a very professional-looking man (probably in his 30s) stepped out of the doors in front of us and made his way quickly towards us.
“What do you two want? This is for singers only…” The man said, frowning.
“I, um, I’m here to see a friend rehearse, he’s planning on talking to me after, I think…” I explained.
“Does anyone know about this? Like the director, for instance?” The man asked, eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know. My friend is Sean. He wanted me to watch him since I won’t be able to see the up-coming performance.” I replied, quickly.
“And who are you?” The man asked Fred, as if he had not even heard me.
“He’s Fred, my driver.” I said, watching as Fred’s mouth began to open, then it shut again and he just nodded.
The guy eyed us again. Then he said, “Fine. Follow me. You can sit in the back row.”
Fred stared at me, unsure, but then began to follow the man after my lead.
We were lead into the familiar theater that I had been in so many times before to see plays like Wizard Of Oz, Moving Out (or was it Moving In?) and many more… It was very dark, except for the stage which was lit up with an enormous amount of light.
Sean was the first person I noticed. With his hair trimmed back a few inches and his goatee neat and pointed and his magical gold/brown eyes shining. He was wearing black pants and a dark blue top that had a small, white dragon where a shirt pocket would normally be.
We were ushered to the very back row. I couldn’t tell if Sean had seen us or not, he was singing loudly with about 20 others. There was about 12 girls and all the rest were guys. I smiled, sitting down next to Fred, never taking my eyes off of Sean’s always-smiling face.
The song that they were singing was something from Rent, actually, all of the songs they were singing began to seem like they were all from Rent. The rehearsal lasted for about an hour. I check my watch. 3:40, I was beginning to get worried.
When the final song ended, I watched as the performers broke apart and began chatting or drinking water. I watched as a man interrupted Sean’s conversation with a girl who looked about 30 or so. The man who had interrupted Sean exchanged a few quick words and then I saw Sean look back at us. Even from that distance, I felt our eyes lock, like they did so many times before at camp.
Finally, after what seemed like a million seconds, he smiled. My face lit up. Without saying anything to Fred, I got up and went to the stage to meet him.
He clambered down the stairs, really fast, actually. He met me half way in the aisle. I could feel some eyes staring at us, but I didn’t care. We stopped to look at each other. Camper to Counselor. Friend to Friend.
“So, you’re singing songs from Rent?” I ask, a little nervous.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” Sean looked at me, he couldn’t stop smiling, it seemed.
“So… maybe you should talk to me now?”
“Oh, right…” Sean looked around. “Lets go up to the second floor.”
“Do we have to?” I asked, my stomach queasy.
“I would like to…” his eyes seemed to be pleading with me. It didn’t feel right, but I nodded my head anyway. “Okay, follow me…” He lead me farther back, past Fred and over to a door on the side wall. I watched as his figure looked as if it had been swallowed by darkness. Had Sean even seen Fred? I gave Fred a look as I passed him that clearly said, “Follow us…” he nodded, his eyes flashing.
Sean lead me up a flight of stairs, then we entered the second story area. He lead me farther back down to the last aisle. We were now completely hidden in the darkness. I kept my eyes on him at all times. His face was consumed by the dark, but I could still make out his coal black goatee and hair.
We sat in the aisle, staring at one another, at the upper floor, just staring, for what seemed like hours. It was probably just a few minutes.
Suddenly, Sean took my hand and held it in his. My hairs on my body stood on end. What was he doing? I felt like pulling away, but his hand felt… so… warm.
“I need to know… do you like me? Like me, like me?” he asked.
I couldn’t say anything. I could hardly breath. Finally, I choked, “I used to…”
“From when to when?”
“The first day I met you up until the end of summer. That’s when I think I finally realized you would never like me more than a friend. And when you said you liked Star…” I faded off.
I could see Sean nodding his head. He looked away and said, “You were right…”
In my mind, I was sad. In my heart, I knew that it must be this way… “I, it’s just…” I fumbled. He was looking at me again. His eyes, they told me to continue. “All of the guys I’ve met are so… ugh! They have nothing in common with me and they’re so… immature! You were the only one I could really talk to, who I could really understand. You were… cute, too…” I looked away, my face hot.
“How do you feel right now?” he asked.
“Right now?” I laughed, meekly. “I feel… mixed up. I feel… totally confused…”
Sean’s eyes sparkled. “That’s exactly how I feel…”
“What? Why do YOU feel like that?” I asked, puzzled.
“Well, I kinda liked it when you liked me. In a way, I always knew you liked me, but you never TRIED to get ME to like you more than a friend. You were so easy to talk to. So easy to listen to. So easy to give into. You were trustworthy and nice…” I could not believe my ears.
“Well, you were the same…” I could feel myself blushing. There was a long pause. “I’m serious, I was like, obsessed with you. When I went to Yellowstone, I would non-stop talk about you, and when I did I would feel so guilty! Knowing how older you were and stuff… I even wrote a story where you were my brother!” I blurted, chuckling.
“Wow. I bet you were happy when I started emailing you.”
“Yeah, I was really happy. When you stopped, though, I figured I would never hear from you again. I thought it was the end of our little chit-chats…”
“It doesn’t have to be the end if you don’t want it to be. I could always give you my new email, or my new phone-number…” he replied.
“Wait? Why… why are you changing it?” I asked, scared.
“I’m moving… to Montana… in a month. After these next two performances. I just needed the performance’s money, then I’d be able to go to Montana and the university. Like I told you I wanted to…” Sean explained, somewhat sadly.
“What?!” I cried. Sean’s face had a pained expression plastered on it. I couldn’t imagine what my face looked like. I felt like I wanted to cry. I forced the lump in my throat back down. I had imagined what would've happened if he moved away, how I would feel. I didn't know I was going to feel like this...
“PAIGE!” Fred was walking up the aisle.
Sean narrowed his eyes.
“It’s okay, Fred. I’m… fine…” I choked, sobbing. He continued up the aisle. I could imagine what he was thinking. That Sean had hurt me. I let out a loud sob, and the next thing I knew, someone was holding me in a tight hug. I realized in that moment that I was standing, and the arms that were wrapped around me were not Fred’s, but Sean’s.
“Let go of her!” Fred snarled.
“She’s fine, just sad…” Sean said, defiantly, but calmly. I cried into his shirt. Was this the tears that I had kept inside when I found out I couldn’t be with him? When I found out he loved Star? When I found out he had stopped emailing me? Yes, these were the tears I kept for him.
“Will you promise to write me?” I asked, pushing myself back and wiping my eyes.
“Yeah… I promise…”
There was a pause, then we hugged each other, and that was the last time I saw him…
~~
Fred dropped me off at my house. We had not spoken. I walked into the house, knowing my parents would already be there.
Dad was standing with a phone in his hands and mom was pacing up and down.
“I can explain EVERYTHING!” I exploded.
“Then you better start talking…” Dad said, glaring at me…
THE END
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