Unrequited Love
Chapter One / Hello Stranger
Christina's Point of View
“You know what I want when I grow up, Dylan?” I asked as I snuggled closer to the blonde boy next to me.
“What do you want?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. A small smile planted on his soft lips.
“I want to move, I want to move away from here.” I said as I looked around, eyeing the small compacted living room. The large windows showing off the sunlight that burst into the room. He just gave me another confused look.
“Why would you want to move away? New York is wonderful, I don’t see why you’d want to move away—”
“You didn't let me finish,” I said, smirking.
“I want to move away from here, but with you by my side. The whole journey I would love for you to be by my side, exploring and wandering around.” I said making small eye contact with him. His bright blue eyes shining as he looked back at me with that adoring look he always looked at me with. Just another one of the things he does to make me know he really is listening to me. The ones that let you know they really do care about your thoughts.
“If that's what you want, then I would come along and join you on the journey. If you want to move away from here one day, I'd gladly join you, Christina.” With those last words he pecked my forehead lightly, making the invisible butterflies in my stomach burst to life.
Remembering those moments with Dylan really made me want to go back in time and relive those moments with him, but I knew that wasn't possible. Everyone knew that was impossible, but I still have that one spot of hopefulness inside of me that knows that someday Dylan and I will be reunited.
After a couple of months after our small talk Dylan passed away in an airplane crash to his grandparents’ home. Our dreams of ever going away were crushed and was never spoken of ever again. Just the thought of his passing away brought twisted thoughts to overcome me like a grey cloud on a bright sunny day.
Clearing my head of those last moments I pushed the empty shopping cart through the quiet aisle, I dumped the boxes of food into the cart, filling it completely with all types of foods. Some even I didn't eat, but could probably make something out of it.
The flashback still running through my mind, I began to think of how Stacy and I had the same hopes of moving together away from New York and moving into a new city or state. We wanted to explore the world. We'd have maps spread across the floors of my bedroom and we'd mark the places we'd want to visit or even live in. You could say we were some pretty imaginative little girls back then. I still kept those maps in my old room back in my old house in New York. Neatly folded and resting inside a cardboard box labeled 'Places to go, places to see' with the same crooked and messy handwriting printed on it when I had first wrote it with a marker when I was still a little girl.
Even though I'd told Dylan I wanted to move away with him, the idea of Stacy and I moving away never left my mind. I was worried that if I'd move in with one of them, the other would be upset with me and I'd end up losing one of them or even worse - both of them. But now that Dylan's gone I didn't have to worry about who to live with anymore. But thinking about it just didn't seem right.
Dylan was basically my soul mate and I knew one day or another we'd be living together - happily married and maybe even with a baby on the way. Yes, it may seem crazy thinking about that at a very young age (considering I was sixteen at the time) but our love was that strong that it was safe to say that we'd get married one day. I happen to have a very big imagination, as you can tell.
Stacy was my best friend. I'd known her longer than I'd known Dylan. We'd share secrets, boy crushes, troubles, everything. We were basically twins, in a way that was hard to explain. When my mother wasn't there, Stacy was there to help me through everything. She also may have helped me get together with Dylan.
Once we were a little more mature and older (even though our parents still called us their 'little babies'), we had already decided where to move away to; England. We'd heard so many things about England, that we wanted to go see for ourselves. So we did. And now we live in a small house that we bought way before we even moved here. Yeah, we were that prepared.
We're pretty happy living here. Although, there would be sometimes when we'd be a bit homesick. Okay, maybe not a bit - more like a lot, but no one needs to know. Sometimes I'd catch Stacy tearing up and I knew exactly why. She missed her family and as do I. I may not show it, but I really do. Even I'd break down a few times here and there. Anything that reminded me of my family would just bring me to tears.
As I grabbed the last thing on my list of groceries, I felt another cart bump into the one I was pushing forward, making me stand back a little. Jolting to a stop, I began to apologize.
“I'm really sorry—“ I started, but at the same time, the same words were crawling out of the other person's mouth as well. I raised my head a little trying to make eye contact with the person who had bumped into me accidentally.
"Don't apologize. It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention and well I think I sort of bumped into you," As soon as those words came out of the unknown person's mouth, my eyes landed on his. Once they made contact he turned away rapidly. I couldn't catch a glimpse of his face before he turned his. I frowned mentally. I really wanted to see what he looked like.
"No, no! It's alright. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention either," I said. The well known heat rose to my cheeks as I said that, embarrassed about my lack of attention. That should be on my list of things to improve about myself.
For a couple of seconds he didn't say anything else and that really didn't help the awkwardness that was spreading around us. I caught him glancing back at me a few times, but I acted as though I hadn't noticed them.
I was getting a little frustrated and I started looking around. What caught my eyes was that two girls were whispering to each other about something. I tilted my head a little, confused. Their eyes both landing on the boy in front of me and then back to each other, whispering back and forth. Soon enough they began walking towards us or should I say the guy in front of me.
The one with the blonde curls tapped the guy on the shoulders. He turned towards her. I still couldn't see his face clearly. None of it really.
"Are you by any chance The Liam Payne. One of the members of One Direction?" Her British accent was noticeable making me jealous of how great she pulled an accent making me wish I had one too.
"Uh ... no?" The man said in a different voice than the one I had just heard a few minutes back. This time his voice was a lot higher and it sounded like girl with a bad cold.
Then blondie's eyes got huge to the point where I got worried they'd explode.
"Oh my gosh, you really are him! Penny, you were right!" The other girl just flipped her hair back with one small wave of the hand, rolling her eyes.
"Told you so!" She said. The blonde one then started screaming, drawing attention to herself. Every shopper came out of no where and looked at us. Some annoyed and some scared something had happened.
Then the mysterious boy turned to me, a look of plea filled his eyes. Almost as if asking for my help. I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but all I could think of was run.
And that's exactly what I did. Without thinking I grabbed his hand and ran. I ran as fast as my incredibly long, model-like, legs could run. Just kidding. I don't have long legs and I can't run, but I did.
Big mistake. Once I started running I slipped on the waxed floors, bringing mystery boy down. So much for a smooth escape.
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Authors note;
Okay, so this was my first story on Wattpad and the first time I wrote it I made a lot of mistakes so now I rewrote the whole thing. yeah, I'm a terrible writer.
I didn't really like how it turned out so I just decided to make changes to the story. Just a little (or a lot) Don't get a panic attack now. Why would you, anyways? It's not like you liked this story anyways, right? But if you did, I love you.
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