Covington Prep

sometimes... clichés are good

Cal's POV

He picked me up in his car, and tonight felt different. Better. We drove until we ran out of road, to a dead

end. I looked at Jack strangely but he just smiled. He grabbed something from the back and told me to

close my eyes. I felt him grab my hand and the warmth spread through me like a fire. He tugged me

along and I walked blindly, trusting him completely... well, mostly. Finally, he stopped and let go. I stood

there, waiting for him to tell me to open my eyes."Okay, you can open your eyes now." I grinned at what

was in front of me.

He had set out a blanket and a picnic basket on the ground. He was looking closely

at my reaction and I tried not to say, this is so cliché. But I loved it. "Jack, this is great. Way better than

some fancy restaurant." He looked slightly proud of himself and we sat down. He handed me a mini

sparkling apple cider in a little bottle and I accepted it gratefully. He pulled out cheese, crackers, fruit,

cut up vegetables and brownies. In my head I was thinking, I freaking love this guy, but I just smiled and

said thanks. We were talking about football and the Tennessee game next week, (our mutual love for

the team brought us, if possible, even closer), when he suddenly grabbed my arm. He pointed to the

sky. "Cal look. Oh my gosh, I did not plan for this but I wish I did." I gasped and took out my phone to

take a picture. It was like the sky was on fire. It was so many different warm colors; orange, red, pink,

yellow. It was like God wanted this to be perfect. Thanks bud, I thought as I smiled to myself. 

Jack's POV

I knew she didn't like clichés but I couldn't help this one. I found this spot with my older sister. We used

to come here a lot... before she passed away to cancer. I swallowed and tried not to think of it. I knew

she was looking down right now, smiling, happy that I was sharing this with someone who was special

to me. I glanced at Cal who was looking at the gorgeous sunset. The warm light reflected off of her skin

and made her glow. Her eyes danced in the light and her hair tumbled across her shoulders. I could tell

she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her, if possible, look even more beautiful. She wore a

simple white blouse and jeans. I was about to say something when a drop hit my shoulder. I looked up

at the sky to see clouds rolling in. She noticed too and looked at me. I started to put things back into the

basket and she waited as I put it in the car. I walked back to her and it started pouring. And I'm not

talking about a shower, I'm talking about a pour that gets you soaked in 2 seconds. She laughed and

stuck out her tongue. She started to pull me to the car but I stopped her. I pulled her towards me and

she tilted her head. She muttered, "You know I don't do clichés." I smiled at her response. "Maybe some

clichés are good." I pulled her in and our lips m- BEEP BEEP BEEP. 

"Ugh" I sat up and groaned. Couldn't I have slept for 5 more minutes? Was that really a dream, it

seemed so real... I squinted and tried to think about what really happened last night. After the One

Direction concert, I took Cal home and that was it. No truth or dare, no kiss, no date. I sighed. I hate

dreams.