When He Comes Back

Prologue

Hey. My name's Amber Jones. And this is my Story...

~~~~~~3 Years Ago~~~~~~

*1 Day Before Eric Left*

I was rushing to get ready for school. I had about 2 minutes left before Eric was coming to pick me up. I was starting to freak out trying to look for my black converse. I checked under my bed, in my bathroom, and even in the kitchen, yet no luck. Since it was winter I wasn't going to be judged for wearing boots, and so I decided to wear my black, leather, knee high boots, and got my back pack. Just as I was about to walk out of my room the door bell rang. Talk about timing. I ran down stairs trying to not waste anymore time. I flew the door open and there stood Eric Adams.

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Eric Adams...

Is my best-friend, my partner, and of course my boyfriend, for at least 2 years. We met when I was only 6 years old. I was riding my bike down my street when I heard someone yell, "HI!" And of course being the dumb little kid I was, I didn't think to stop my bike before I looked. Which resulted on me crashing on a tree. Yeah probably not the best first impression ever but, hey at least he'll really remember me. Right? Anyway, that little kid ran to me. It was ironic how I was the one who practically rammed onto a tree yet he was the one crying. When I asked, "Hey, I'm the one that hit the tree, why are you the one crying?" He looked at me, finally calming down. He gave me a warm smile and laughed, "I'm sorry, I was crying because I thought I was the reason you fell." I just laughed and shook my head no. "You didn't do this to me, unless you're like Darth Vader and used the force, so I would slam onto that tree." He look at me as if I said something weird, "What's a Dark Batter?" I shook my head no once again and laughed, "It's Darth Vader, not Dark Batter. And to answer your question, he's the evil guy in Star Wars." I swear I saw his eyes glowing when I said that. "You know Star Wars? My big brother Mark doesn't let me watch, because he says it's not for kids my age."

"That's stupid."
"Hey! Stupid is a bad word."
"Says who?"
"My mommy."
"Hate to tell you this, but your mommy has been lying to you."
"Noooo... My mommy never lies, she's a good person, unlike you."
"I am a good person."
"If you were good then, how come you're telling me lies about my mommy?"
"Because she is lying. My mommy said stupid isn't a bad word, it's just a really mean word, you know the words meanies use?
"I'm telling my mommy on you."
"Go ahead, I'm not afraid of your mommy, I'm going to get my mommy too. And my mommy's going to beat your mommy's butt."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"

I ran to my house and went to the kitchen. I tugged on my mom's shirt. She looked at me and smiled with her usual warm smiles that could make the sun fell warm.

"What is it dear?"
"There was a little kid that I just met, and he says stupid is a bad word, even though you said it's just a mean word."
"Oh honey, a mean word is the same as a bad word."
"What? But they have different letters that spell them. How can two differently spelled words mean the same?"
"Oh honey, that's just how it is."
"Mommy you're not making any sense."
"I'm sorry honey, I--"

She was interrupted by the door bell. I swear to god, I was like a dog when I was little, because every time the bell would ring I would run up to it, wanting to know who it was. I opened the door and that's where I saw the kid I was talking to before. But this time a woman was with him. Great.

"Hi sweety is your mommy home?"
"Y-Yeah. Mommy somebody's at the door!"

My mom walked to me. As she looked at the woman she had a shocked expression on her face. There was a long silence. Finally my mom broke the silence.

"Amy?"
"Anne?"

Wait they know each other?

"I didn't know you lived in this neighborhood."
"I didn't either."
"How long has it been?"
"25 years."
"Wow, so how have you been?"
"Good, good, yeah, so this is your daughter?"
"Yeah, her name's Amber, and this is you son?"
"Yeah, this is Eric, it's been a while huh? We should really catch up."