Why was this so hard? Two friends just sitting down by the riverside. Even the inescapable silence between each string of words screamed louder than the harsh amber hues of last night's sunset.
"I have a list."-Opal
"Like a shopping list or bucket list?"-Jay
"No, like a list of people I like."-Opal
"Oh ok, so who's on this magical list of yours?"-Jay
"Um, Oscar, Edward, Ben, Luka and Tom."🤔😳-Opal
"Nice choices! If you wanted my advice which you obviously do because I'm beyond awesome. Luka and Tom are too annoying. Edward's a bit too cocky. Oscar and Ben are kind."-Jay
"Thanks, I really needed a boys point of view."-Opal
"Anytimeeeee. Anyone else on this list?"-Jay
"Just one person."-Opal
"Who??"-Jay
"Do I have to say?"-Opal
"We need something to write a story."-Jay
"What story"-Opal
"The story I want to write one day about the little things in life that might someday build up into big things."-Jay
"It's you then. You're the name at the top. I don't no why I even have a list at all, if you're on there."-Opal
"Well I like you too then."-Jay
And that's what I love most. These moments and conversations are ours. No one can take them away from you. Remember that, real Jay.
Hours later. As everyone found their place on the logs round the campfire, the waves sounded so tranquil, elegantly crashing along the shore. There was me, Jay, Scout, Lucy, Jay's other little brother called Ash, my Mum, his Mum and Dad. There was everyone I loved all in one place with the firelight flickering upon our irises.
I wondered if anyone else could feel the magical electricity travelling through the jet black night, occasionally lighting up like fireflies.
The s'mores were melted and whole and delicate and crunchy, they were perfect. This night was perfect. I always want to take a picture but this was too magnificent to capture, too bewitching to actually feel the need. I was transfixed with disbelief of what my eyes reflected.
And I forgot what happened after that. All I know is that it must of been spontaneous and sentimental if I still remember it now, almost 3 years later.
We all fell asleep, quicker than you can say MESMERISING.
I think I dreamt of enchanted islands of the Mediterranean shores or a peaceful haven of everything you love. My mind must of had a hard time finding something that even compared to yesterday's adventures. That's saying a lot, since my imagination is a wide as the universe. Or as much as the words 'I love you', when said at the right moment in time.
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Finding home
Teen FictionMaybe Opal and Jay are just pieces that fit together. Home can be a person, not always a place. When we lose our possessions we can find more in someone whose always been there, right next to us. Whether it's in Wales, school, clubs, New Years Eves...
