A Change Could Do You Good
A Change Could Do You Good
By Sarah Donnen
My birthday came and went, then Sarah’s birthday. Hers was nine days after mine, which was when I was supposed to be born. She always says that I was born when I was born because she was the only one allowed to be born on July twenty-fifth. I always told her to stop acting like Candy and celebrate.
The time that she was in Florida flew and she left, and I started school. Everything went by so fast, it was like I was pulling a Rip Van Winkle on everyone. Before I knew it, I was getting ready for another set of finals and preparing to go to New Jersey for the two weeks in July for Sarah’s and my birthday. The finals were over, I was over at the Carter’s just as much as last year, and I was excited. Within a month, I would be back in New Jersey visiting my best friend and all the other friends I’d missed so much over the year and a half I’d been gone. I went into New Jersey and came back to Florida sixteen and ready to take on junior year. I wasn’t quite prepared, however, for a surprise that came a little after I started school.
It was towards the end of September and I was talking on the phone with Sarah about how evil my substitute in Spanish was that day when I heard someone knocking on the door.
"Sarah, someone’s at the door, I gotta go," I said, standing up and walking out of the kitchen.
"Ok, I’ll call you tomorrow, chica."
We both hung up and I placed the phone on the cradle. I walked down the hall and opened the door. On my porch was the most gorgeous blond I’d ever seen in my entire life.
"Aly," he said simply, smiling at me. His blue-green eyes sparkled and his voice sounded like music. I knew exactly who it was.
"Nick!" I was ecstatic to see him. The last letter I’d gotten from him said that they made it big in Europe and they were coming home to try in the US. I never got any pictures, so the sixteen-year-old guy in front of me was a lot different from the scrawny fourteen-year-old that had left two years before.
Nick just smiled at me and I gestured for him to come in. He was a lot taller than I remembered, and taller than I was. I’d grown too, but not nearly as much as he had. I couldn’t believe that this was the small little boy that had walked out of my life two years before, this was a gorgeous man that stood in front of me, and it wouldn’t click that they were one and the same.
"I’ve missed you," I said quietly.
"And I you," Nick replied. He walked closer to me and leaned down slowly, kissing me gently on the lips. I kissed him back, something that I should’ve been able to do so long ago.
Once we finally broke apart, Nick and I walked to my living room and sat together on the couch, catching up on lost time. We finally got to know each other, face to face, and I learned about how the traveling and performing had changed him. He was no longer the annoying little whining kid that I’d known, he was a different person, both inside and out. We talked so long, I was afraid his mother would think that he was MIA.
"So what brings you over my way?" I finally asked him. We’d been talking for the last two and a half hours about what had happened over in Europe, until we finally dropped the subject because there was nothing left to tell.
"I missed you, Aly, letters weren’t enough over the last two years, I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to see you, be able to look in your eyes, and be able to kiss you like I always wanted to," Nick said, intertwining his fingers with mine. He leaned forward and kissed me again, a sweet kiss. I loved kissing him now, but before I could never even imagine being in the same room with him.
"Letters weren’t enough, you’re right. But why are you really here? I thought you hated me at first, then it turned out to be that you liked me, then you laughed in my face after we finally kissed, then I got your first letter, six months after you left, and then, finally, you come home and come over here. Why?" I couldn’t help but push it, I had to know the reason why he was really here. Or did I want a reason to have him stay?
"I could never hate you, Aly, and I explained to you why I laughed. I only sent the letter so long after because that was how long it took for me to actually find out how and what I wanted to say to you. When I was on the plane yesterday, and yes, I did freak, but the thing that kept me somewhat calm was the thought of you. I couldn’t wait to see you, but jet lag had other plans for me. But as soon as I woke up this morning, there was nothing standing in my way from seeing you, and I came over as soon as I knew you would be home," Nick said, squeezing my hand in his.
I didn’t say anything, I just nodded. I understood, finally, even after Sarah had explained to me what Nick meant, I didn’t, but with Nick’s explanation, as cryptic and repetitive as it sounded, made sense to me. I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes, just listening to him breath, listening to his heart beat, breathing in the wonderful scent of his cologne, and enjoying the feel of his hand in mine. I wanted time to stand still, just so I could savor the time I was spending with him.
Unfortunately, God had different plans.
"I’m home! Aly, baby, you have to see these designs for the project I’m working on, they’re so beautiful!" My mother exclaimed as she walked into the living room. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, not moving from my comfortable spot. "Well, never in a million years...." My mother trailed off with her sentence, knowing exactly who was sitting with me. "Welcome home, Nick," she said.
"Thank you, Elizabeth," Nick replied, smiling. What a killer smile, it lit up the room and made my knees feel like butter.
"Well, I can see you two have finally talked out your differences," she said, lowering her attaché case to her side.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Nick said, kissing my head. I smiled and looked pointedly at my mother, giving her a look that begged for her to leave.
"I’m going to go work on these in the library, call if you need anything," my mom said, taking the hint. She walked quietly out of the living room and closed the library door behind her.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," Nick said into my hair.
I smiled and closed my eyes again. "Me too, Nick, me too." I drifted off to sleep, and the last thing I felt was Nick taking me into his lap and holding me close.