Against my better judgment, I found myself pedaling back to their neighborhood in my pajamas. It was only fifteen minutes away on my bike. I stopped halfway.
On the sidewalk heading towards me was a copper-haired boy who kissed me on top of a Sycamore tree when I was fifteen. When he saw me he stopped, and his face broke open into a smile that made my heart clench. I got off my bike and nudged the stopper with my toe.
"Where are you going?" he asked casually.
"To the bakery," I said, biting the inside of my lip to stop a smile. "To buy cake with pink frosting. Where are you going?"
"The bakery," he grinned.
We stood nearly ten feet apart. I don't know what we were both waiting for. A cue? A signal? I started towards him and he met me in the middle. After two long years, his arms were around me, my face was pressed against his neck and I could have cried from missing him so much. He stood a head taller than I remembered, and his day old stubble tickled my forehead when he kissed my hair.
His hand moved to the back of my head, and mine remained around his waist. I wanted to tuck myself in and stay where I was. "You owe me two years' worth of hugs," I whispered.
"I'll make it up to you," he said.
I pulled away to look at him, pushing my fingers through his hair before I could stop myself, the way I imagined myself doing for two years. Something was lodged in my throat, and I found that I couldn't speak. You're here, at last, I thought.
"Hello, Clair Matthews."
I clenched the back of his shirt with my other hand. "Yes. Hello, Alek Dashwood."
***
"I was going to wait," he said, walking my bike for me. "But when we got here, I saw Elba and I couldn't. It seemed stupid, waiting when I've already waited two years to see you."
I grinned. "I was going to wait for you. Imagine how it would have turned out if we both did what we planned."
"What changed your mind?"
"Julia sent me a picture of the cars parked outside your house, and I knew you were home."
"So you jumped out of bed and decided to come over in your pajamas?" he said, clearly amused.
"These are great pajamas," I said, gesturing to the mini cupcakes printed on the cotton. "Also highly appropriate for the moment, don't you think?"
When he didn't say anything, I looked back and found him staring at me with a half-smile on his face. "What?"
Alek exhaled and shrugged. "I missed you, that's all."
"Me too," I said quietly. "Really."
Because of the ridiculous policy made by a bunch of fourteen-year-old girls, I never acted on my feelings until the summer a Dashwood boy kissed me after we conquered, not for the first time, a particularly tall Sycamore tree in their neighborhood. It was the last week my three best friends had in our town before leaving for school, and it became a week full of secret kisses and hand-holding, sneaking off to the tree and deliberately brushing past each other whenever and wherever our paths crossed.
And then in the classic way of a girl overcome with first love, I decided that we were too young to be serious. I corked the bottle to stanch the overflow and broke both our hearts. I told him he didn't need to feel guilty about what happened because I wanted it, too, and they were leaving anyway.
It turns out it's not such a good idea to tell someone else what they feel. I said goodnight and the next morning, I said goodbye.
Two years is a long time.
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The Boys are Back in Town
Teen FictionThe Dashwood brothers are three of the most charming boys anyone has ever met. After years away at boarding school, the boys are finally back in town and no one is as nervous as their childhood friend Clair Matthews. How will it feel to have the boy...