//chapter//\\six\\

It was one of those happy August days when everybody was outside enjoying the cool breeze and warm sun. Scott sighed happily and watched a butterfly float lazily to the shoulder of the girl sitting next to him. She giggled and shrugged it off.

"I'm so glad that you're back, Scott!" She said, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him on the cheek.

"Mmm.. me too." Scott replied, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

"Hey, you two don't go getting freaky on my lawn now!" A kind voice teased from the front door. Angel turned around and smiled at her Uncle Rob.

"Don't worry, Rob!" Scott grinned, "We'll save that for tonight in Angel's bedroom when you're out!"

"You better not!" Rob smirked, "I'm onto you, man!"

"Yeah, yeah, go back inside now, Rob!" Scott laughed, kissing Angel's neck.

"I will! There's some lemonade and watermelon in the fridge if you're hungry. You two have fun. Not too much fun though!" Rob teased before closing the door behind him.

"He's so cool. I'm so lucky to be staying here for the week."

"Yeah, I hope that it's not JUST because of my uncle." Angel replied with a smile.

"Trust me, it's NOT!" Scott reassured her, pulling her close and kissing her delicately.

"Hmm... I hope that my Uncle doesn't get kisses like that!"

"Oh, ewwww!" Scott giggled, "Trust me, he doesn't!"

Angel laughed and turned to go inside. "Hungry?" she asked, "Cause I am!"

"Oh, I'm famished!" Scott replied, following her into the house.

He couldn't believe how much had happened since he had left her drive way that cold, depressing May evening. He had gone over to her Auntie's house the next morning and found her tossing bags into a huge van, accompanied by a short, happy looking man. He was cracking jokes and she was laughing. ANGEL! LAUGHING! Scott couldn't believe that she was finally happy with a family member. When Scott left Angel that day, he knew that she would finally be contented with her life. They talked on the phone nearly every night after that, and Scott flew in to visit on holidays and whenever he had the chance. Every time he saw Angel, Scott noted that she was getting happier by the day. Her Uncle Rob was the best father figure ever, and he was a friend to everybody. Her friends were funny, understanding and generous. Her house was big and her room was homey. Her job was fun and payed well. Everything was movie-like and she was as happy as she'd ever been. Scott knew that he had done the right thing by looking her up and talking to her. He often thought about what would have happened if he hadn't had the courage or motivation to go to England to look for the girl who sent him the letter. A now perfect life would have been wasted, and he would have missed the opportunity to learn the most important lesson of his life: Good things come to those who wait.

The End