True love

Chapter 12 | 7 years

"It's you. it's you Autumn."
"Why would he have a picture of me from my softball game? What?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him."
"I'm so sorry. Wait does he like me?"
"Again. I don't have the answers you're looking for. Sorry."
She did a sarcastic movement with her hands and she did a smile that didn't look to nice.
"Clark. Taylor."
"What are you saying."
"I'm trying to remember."
"Remember what? Your thoughts are scattered."
"8th grade. When Taylor and I met."
"What about it?"
"I knew it was too perfect. Nothing perfect lasts forever. Never does."
"I get that but where did that come from?"
"Taylor. He was too perfect! Gosh, why did I have to be such a sucker."
"It wasn't your fault. I would of done the exact same thing. Taylor was a hot guy but we all knew he was fake from the beginning how he just came in and made friends that quick, which was just like how he got you."
"My life literally sucks."
"Hey, mine too, how would it feel if your husband was falling for your friend?"
"That's literally what happened, were you not there? I mean the-"
"Yea I know don't say it in front of them!"
"Oh right-kids go play upstairs while we have coffee. I'm sure Lane will show Autumn her new room?"
Lane took me upstairs where he ran all the way down the hallway to stop at a blue door. He opened it and he looked at me for recognition. I nodded and pulled some boxes in. I picked them up with all I could hold and slammed it on the bed making everything fall out.
"Is this all your stuff? Where's your toys?"
"Toys? What do you mean? They're all right here."
"No that's a book, pencil and paper."
"Well I like to write in my spare time unlike you, which you play with useless plastic motorcycles that have no point what so ever."
"Don't you ever have fun?"
"Yes tons."
"Common i'll show you what's really fun."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs making me trip over a stair. I jumped a little in the air and landed on Lane.
"Ouch. Look where your going next time big feet!"
"I don't have big feet! If anyone's talking, then it's you with your big hands that made me fall!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
We heard a slam of the door that broke our repetition back and forth. It was Lane's father, Clark.
"Hey lad. Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm hanging with Leigh."
"Cool."
"Can we go play outside on the tire swing?"
"Sure, but be careful. Call if you need me."
"Okay!"
We walked outside to the beaming sun almost blinding me. I cup my hands over my eyes to protect them as Lane leads me to the yard.
"Common I'll push you."
"Okay. Just wait for me to get on completely."
"Hurry!"
"Okay. I'm on."
He started to push me and I would fall backwards looking into his deep green eyes which you could barely see with his long brown bangs covering them. He had the darkest of freckles on his cheeks stretching over on his nose to the other one. He had a wonderful completion that would light up a room one day just by walking in. Wow.
"Can I go now?"
"Yeah. Lemme' hop off. Here."
I handed him the swing.
"Wait. Shh."
"What?"
"Be quiet!"
"Lane you're scaring me."
"Literally shut up!"
"I'm going inside!"
"No wait! It's not bad!"
"Then what!"
"Look!"
He pointed at a family of squirrels gathering nuts in the tree.
"What. It's just a bunch of squirrels."
"Yeah. But they're doing stuff together."
"Yeah?"
"You can't do things on your own. You'll always need a little help no matter what your size."
For a 7 year old that plays with hot wheels, he's pretty smart.