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~Belles aka Leanne
I stared at my iPod in shock. What had just happened? I remembered getting on the bus. And I distinctly remembered when he was standing right next to my bus seat asking if he could sit down, not with his words, but with his eyes. I remembered being shocked that he was there. My bus boy. The amazingly fascinating boy that had left his spot on the bus in order to achieve his dreams and become part of a famous band with his brothers.
I remembered wondering what he was doing here. On my bus, sitting next to me, listening to my iPod. I remembered the light pressure of his body against mine in our confined positions. And I remembered his final words before he got off. “I don't know if you know me or even if you remember me. But I would really appreciate it if you listened to the rest of the song on here and then tell me your answer.”
So with all these thoughts swirling in my head and visions of his curly hair, amazing smile, and mesmerizing brown eyes I pushed play on my iPod. Who knew that that one little action could change my life forever.
A song I knew well played. The same song I listened to that day back in the seventh grade when our eyes had locked.
I would fly to the moon and back if
You'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we
Belong
So would you be my baby
(To the Moon & Back, Savage Garden)
I was in shock. Was he asking me what I thought he was asking me? No, of course not. Not the guy I had a crush on in the seventh grade. Not the guy who grew up to become a famous celebrity. No, it wasn't true. Was it?
Then I recalled the way he had looked at me when he asked me to listen to the song and I took a chance. I got off at the next bus stop and ran as fast as I could to his house. Thank goodness that the next bus stop wasn't that far away.
When I reached it. I realized that I had no idea what I was doing. What I was going to do. I just stood there for a couple of minutes (or was it seconds?) staring at his perfect house. The flower pots on his porch, the stone walk way to the porch steps, the welcome mat by the door. Everything was so perfect.
And the funny part of it all was the song that was playing on my iPod right then.
I stand in your driveway
Your world looks so far away
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(Three cords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(Hip hop and rock and roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you
(Stupid Little Love Song, Fefe Dobson)
The only difference between the girl in the song and me, though, was I didn't have anything to offer Nick. Not even a 'stupid little love song'. And even if I did possess such a song, I would never have to courage to sing it to him. I'm too big of a coward. I don't even know what had possessed me to run to his house, but whatever it was had just left me and my cowardice on our own. So just when I had admitted defeat and was turning around to try and find a way home, the door opened.
It was Nick.
I stared at him. The picture it brought me was perfection. I was rooted to my spot, my iPod still playing softly clutched in my hand. He casually walked over to me giving me a confused smile. Then he looked at my hand that was turning white from holding my iPod so tightly and then back to my face that was slowly losing all the confidence it had once had.
As he stared at me I quietly blurted out, “Did you mean it?”
“The song?” he asked.
I nodded my head, not trusting myself to say anything else.
He gave me a warm smile. The smile showed no teeth, but just like his eyes, it made me feel safe and sort of bubbly inside.
He replied, “Of course I meant it. I meant all of it. Did you know that even though I don't know your name I know everything I need to know about you? Your music told me that. And that even though I haven't seen you in a couple of years I haven't been able to shake you from my thoughts. You're constantly on my mind. Making me wonder what you're doing everyday. If you're listening to the same music you were before. If you're listening to my music. If you think of me. If you're happy. I think I've liked you since the seventh grade that day on the bus when you caught me staring at you.”
Staring at me? I thought I was the one staring at him. What he was saying was unbelievable. It was incredible. And there was no way it was happening to me. But when I looked him in the eyes I knew that he was telling me the truth. This unbelievable, incredible thing was happening to me.
I smiled, “My name is Kylie.”
“Kylie.” He whispered in such a way that gave me chills from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.
“Yeah?” I asked breathlessly.
“So, would you be my baby?” He asked, hope in his voice that I'd say yes and fear that I'd say no.
I waited a moment before nodding my head yes and in that moment before his soft lips met mine, I felt like laughing. It was all just too absurd. How did this happen to me? I didn't know how, but it felt right. And through all this, my iPod played on.
Where did I go right?
How did I get you?
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me?
Where did I go right?
How did I get you?
I don't know how I did
But somehow now I do
(Where Did I Go Right?, Hilary Duff)
As the last song played I lost my tight grip on my iPod letting it fall to the ground. I had more important things to hold onto at that moment. Things like Nick and the kiss he was giving me. The kiss that was full of hope and promise and sweet gentleness. It was the perfect kiss to end my perfect fairytale dream, Prince Charming and all.
