That's When I'll Stop Loving You
At the same time, in the same hospital, two women, neighbors, start to go into labor. Doctors are rushing over to the waiting room. They are weelchaired into an empty room. Soon after entering labor, they gave birth, one to a boy, the other to a girl. The mother of the boy’s name is Jane. She is a slender and tall woman. Jane has brown hair, as her new son does. She has named her son, Joshua Scott Chasez. Her son will have no father; he left her after he found out that she was pregnant. The mother of the girl is Kara. She is also slender, but not that tall. She has blond hair, just as her daughter does. Her father has brown hair. The father’s name is David. They have been married for a year. They are all twenty-five. Kara has named her daughter Rebecca Anne Hicks. David is on his way to the hospital from work; he is a conductor at the local school.
As soon as JC, the nickname I gave him, and I were brought home, we were inseparable. Our first words were each other’s names. Actually, at first, I thought I was JC and he thought he was Becky. We were really little then! Our parent’s talked about us so much, I guess we got confused. Once we were older, we realized that we were wrong and got everything straightened up.
All throughout grade school we were best friends. We were straight A students, most of the time, and had great personalities. In fifth grade, we were named “The one’s who will go on in life and make the school famous." Now I guess in fifth grade that’s supposed to mean something, but I remember looking at JC in the craziest way after my dad told us that. How did they expect us to react? In fifth grade, I got excited when my mom said I could go outside. And then, the school practically was telling our parents to keep us together, we may do something great. Like being friends wasn’t enough. But the principal made us do a speech anyway.
Going from fifth to sixth grade for us wasn’t that big of a deal. The order that they used to pick who’s in what class always paired us up. That was the same all throughout Jr. High. In sixth and seventh grade, I started to realize that I never wanted to be without JC. I guess you could say that I loved him, but we were only best friends. And don’t get me wrong, we had an awful lot of fun, just like that.
In seventh grade things got really rough for me. I was sitting in class one day, listening to my classmates ramble on to another topic, other than the one we were supposed to learn, when the intercom came on asking for me to come to the “student services”. (I never learned how that serviced anything.) But I went, trying to think of what they wanted, considering I very rarely ever got called down. As the class “ood” me as I left, I took a quick look at JC, and as usual, he was “ooing” too. Who said I ever understood him anyway? So I kept walking. When I got there, the ladies who answer the phones looked at me weird. I just asked them why I was called down. They told me that I was to wait in Mrs. Rollett’s office. She wasn’t my advisor, but I liked her a whole lot better than Mr. Pruim. I did as they said and waited. Finally she came in and said she had some bad news. The first thing I thought was “Did my bird die?” I don’t know why. It was probably something about my brother getting another referral. She looked at me with sad eyes. I was finally like WHAT? She opened her mouth and said “Your mother was involved in a car accident on her way to work after dropping you off.” I was in shock. I replied “Is she ok?” That’s when Mrs. Rollett really looked sad. It scared me, I thought she was gonna die. “Your mother…” she paused, “…died almost instantly.” I was surprised I didn’t break my jaw I dropped it so fast. I could only say “She’s gotta pick me up from school. JC gets a ride from us to. She’s GOTTA get us. JC’s mom works today. She hasta come.” She started to cry. I was trying to hold back the tears but I was doing a crappy job at it. I said “JC’s gotta know. Can you get him, I guess I’ll be getting a ride home from him.” She almost ran into the other room. As soon as JC walked up to me I started crying hard. He gave me a hug and asked me what was wrong. I told him that we need to call his mom and she needs to give us rides now. He looked at Mrs. Rollett and I attached myself to him and didn’t wan’t to let go. I’d have to hear it all over again.
Once JC heard, he almost cried. My mom was like a second mom to him. JC was always at my house, so when his mom had to leave or work late, JC would still be at my house. He also used my mom for support because he didn’t have a dad. Now we’d have to depend on each other.
I became depressed. Not the kind of depressed that you get in high school, but more like really sad. I kept my grades up and tried really hard to participate in class, but somedays I just couldn't. The teacher moved JC next to me in class and I started to feel better, but it just wasn’t enough.
A few days after my mom’s funeral, JC and I went to the arcade in the mall. I was doing a really bad job at skee-ball, so JC played a game with me. He totally lost on purpose. I knew that, so I told him that I do lose sometimes. He smiled and said “Ya know, I’ve been thinking.” I gave him the “what” look and he continued. “I know that you’ve been upset lately and I don’t know if I should ask you this now.” I was like “JC were best friends and all, what is it?” Finally, he asked me “I was wondering if you would go out with me?” I just stared at him. I don’t know if I hurt him, but I just said “What?” So he explained. “I don’t want to see you get hurt any more, so I wanted you to be my first girlfriend.” So, as a good friend would, I said yes. He smiled and I thought, “Wow, I never thought that JC liked girls. I had my mind set on Kevin Richardson actually. He’s been looking at me lately, maybe he’s just got a staring problem. I don’t know. Now that you think of it, JC is kinda cute. I don’t know about that one either.” Then he just looked at me and said “So, another game of skee-ball?” That’s when I knew JC didn’t really know what a girlfriend was. I was only his best friend, no matter what anyone called us.
The entire seventh grade year went by and he only thought of me as his best friend. So by eighth grade I didn’t feel any different. That was until I got Mr. John Nordmark as my teacher. He teased everyone about everything, even boyfriend and girlfriend stuff. Mr. Nordmark was probably my favorite teacher. He was funny, smart, and he made class fun. I even started to come out of my shell. Everyone saw a side of me that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I was glad, and so was JC.
There was this one project that we had to do with “The River” (The book we read if we had already read “Hatchet”.) I picked JC as my partner, as usual, and we made a diorama. It turned out really cool. We were also working on the vocabulary unit for that week. You have to make up your own original sentences, then your group would stand in front of the class and read them. The group with the most correct would win. We didn’t worry about winning, we just tried to make them funny. But anyways, so we were in my room listening to Mariah Carey, (sometimes JC did suffer with me), and working on vocabulary. We had just finished the sentence for the word “Malice”. I started talking, “Ya know, were pretty lucky, considering that Mr. Nordmark dosen’t know were going out. It saves us the embarrassment.” That’s when I realized what I said. So I added more on saying, “Not that I’m embarrassed to go out with you or anything.” Few, I had thought that I was dead! He just looked at me and said, “Yea, that is nice.”, and went back to work. I asked him “Did you think of a sentence for “irrelevant” yet?” I kept looking at my paper, waiting for a reply, when out of the blue, he kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to say, “Well now I have a sentence for irrelevant.”, but I didn’t know what to say. He said, “Are you ok?” I was like yea, sure, but I said “Why?” He replied “You have a weird look on your face. I’m sorry if I upset you. I thought it would be a good idea. Considering that the Eighth Grade Dance is like, next week, I thought you should have some sort of kiss before the dance. I dunno, maybe I shouldn’t have.” I felt bad so I said, “No that was ok, you just kinda caught me off guard.” And I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I don’t know why I did that. I guess it’s like a magnetic thing, I just kinda had to. It only seemed right. So I went on, “Did you think of a sentence yet?” And that was my first kiss.
The eighth grade dance was great. I found out that JC dosen’t know how to slow dance, but then again, I couldn’t very well either. At least I had my dad show me how. Most of the time we were dancing, but if a slow song came on, we would opt not to dance. We laughed a lot too. After the dance, JC and I went on our first date. It did take over a year, but he tried to make it really special. We went to Fazoli’s, an Italian resturant about a block or two away from our houses. That was the only reason why we were allowed to go alone. The best part of the night was when JC wasn’t paying attention and he got spaghetti on the white shirt my dad let him borrow. I laughed so hard, I mean I felt bad for him, but the look he had on his face when I told him was hilarious! JC did know how to make a serious date funny without going overboard.
To Be Continued...
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