Stories

My Romeo or My Prince Charming

by Carly W., Age 14 , Grade 8, Ware County Middle School, Waycross, GEORGIA USA
Teacher: Crystal Mercier

Have you ever seen people on the street that you know love and need each other more than the earth and the moon? Did you ever think that if you loved someone that much that it wouldn’t work out, and you could have a Romeo and Juliet relationship instead of a Princess and Prince Charming? Well I have. I loved and needed someone more than the waves need a shore to crash on, and more than sun needs the earth to shine on. He was strong and quite the daredevil. He had blond curly hair, eyes that were bluer than the Carribbean, and the most beautiful tan skin. I met him at the beach when I was 17, he was 19 and this perfect boy stole my heart and soul the second I saw him.

I was at a party for my parent’s company, I was lonely and knew no one. My parents were greeting people and I wish I had a dime for every time they said, “ It’s very nice to see you, thank you for coming” to someone. All of those strange people kept hugging me and telling me how I’ve grown up so much and how beautiful I had gotten and I said thank you, a lot. After about an hour I tried as hard as I could to get out of the lions den and when I finally did I went outside to the balcony for some fresh air. There he was--the guy that would one day be my everything, and from one glance at him I knew that. I slowly approached him. I don’t know why though because I had no idea what I was going to do when I was at his side.

“Hi,” is what I said, feeling like an idiot right after I said it.

“Hi,” was his response and I was glad that he didn’t look at me funny or like I was stupid.

“Are you hiding?” I asked trying my hardest to make conversation, maybe too hard.

“Yea, is it that obvious?” he said, being very kind and that’s when I calmed down.

“A little, but I’m not judging,” I said, making the conversation feel more flowy.

“Well why would you? From the looks of it you’re hiding too.” I looked at him a little confused, wondering how he would know that. Had he been watching me?

“Is it that obvious?” I was trying to be calm, but after I said that he looked up from the gorgeous ocean view and looked at me, straight into my eyes, and I almost fainted. Looking into his eyes was like looking into heaven or being in a dreamworld.

“Well you’re not hanging out and talking to everyone at the party, you’re out here talking to me. So I’m guessing you’re really desperate to get away from everyone.” He was right, I was out here on a balcony talking to him, and I don’t think I was doing a very good job.

“Well my parents dragged me here and it’s a real waste.”

“I wouldn’t call the entire night a waste, I mean you met me.” When he said that I wanted to just hug him, but that would’ve been really weird.

“Well how about you tell me your name and then I’ll decide if it was a waste,” I said, trying to be smart and get his name without just coming out and asking “hey what’s your name”.

“My name’s David. Now it’s your turn, we don’t want my night to be a waste too, now do we?” He was so perfect I can’t even put it into words and his name was even better. David.

“I’m Allison.”

We talked for the rest of the party, he even gave me his jacket because I got cold standing outside. Of course I eventually told him that my night wasn’t a waste and he told me the same, and then when my mom came to get me and we had to leave he kissed me on the cheek. I wasn’t expecting that at all. Was I hoping for it, yes, but I didn’t expect it to actually happen. Then, guess what he did next, he handed me his phone and told me to put my number in it, because if he didn’t see me again he would literally fall out and die. My heart melted, his voice was soft like silk, and I was getting lost in his eyes, we both just couldn’t look away from each other, he was as lost in my eyes as I was in his. It took almost everything in me to look away so that I could put my number in his phone.

After I left my parents asked me who was that boy I was with, and I told them that his name was David. My parents seemed to know him, so I asked them if they did. Their faces got red like a tomato and then I got scared, whatever it was that they had to tell me about him obviously wasn’t good, but there was no way that there could‘ve been anything bad about David, he was too kind, too dreamy, too--perfect.

“To know someone is to see their heart,” my mom told me. She never really makes any sense, and for some odd reason she loves to talk in riddles and poetry.

“Mom please speak English,” I asked in my winning and confused voice.

“Alli, sweetheart, what your mom is trying to say is,yes, we know him and not just know of him, we know know him, and you need to stay away from him,” my dad said in a concerned and kind of angry voice.

“Dad you might think that you know him, but. . .”

“That’s the end of this conversation Allison. You are never to see that boy again,” my dad told me, trying to control me. I’ve never seen him like this before.

“That boy’s name is David, and whatever he did that you think is so bad, I’m sure you’re over--exaggerating.” I was not about to be told that I couldn’t ever see him again. Never seeing him again would be like a flower never getting anymore sunlight. Do you know what happens to a flower when it has no more sunlight. . .it dies.

“That boy is dangerous. Loving him will only get you into trouble and I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting caught up in whatever it is that is going on with that boy.” My parents think that he’s dangerous, well they’re wrong.

The rest of the car ride to our hotel was quiet. After my parents and I fought about David and what’s best for me and what isn’t, they didn’t want to talk to me and I definitely didn’t want to talk to them. I didn’t want to hear anymore of that rubbish and those lies about David. There was no way that he could’ve done something so bad that I could never see him again. I never listen to my parents, they are sometimes right, but they’re not right about this, they’re not right about David. To lose him would be like someone actually ripping my heart from my chest. I know what you’re thinking “You just met him and you don’t even really know him” and if you think that then you’re wrong too. Tonight was more than just some strangers talking, it was magic or like a scene in a movie.

When I got to the hotel I went straight to my room and started texting David, he had already texted me while I was in the car, but I definitely couldn’t talk to him in the car in front of my parents. He told me that he already missed me and that being away from me, he even quoted William Shakespeare.

“Love is a smoke raised with the fume a sighs,

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,

Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears.

What is it else? A madness most discreet,

A choking gall and a preserving sweet.”

My mind went away to another world, I knew right away that he had quoted William Shakespeare, and to make it even better it was from my favorite play; Romeo and Juliet. Also I had told him that night how much I loved Shakespeare and that Romeo and Juliet was my favorite play--he remembered. We were up almost all night talking, flirting, and getting to know each other. He was just so mesmerizing I wanted to talk all night, but when we made plans to meet tomorrow, we both finally agreed that we should go to sleep, so that we wouldn’t look like zombies when we went to see each other. I went to sleep and dreamed--I dreamed of him--I dreamed of his touch--I dreamed of his kiss, his smell, his eyes, and everything that he had said to me that night. I had it bad and I think he did too .

I jumped out of bed the next morning and threw on some clothes. We had planned to meet at the old diner down the street so we could talk more and talk about our future together. It was also surprisingly easy to sneak past my parents. I had just gotten to the diner and my heart was racing I was so nervous, and when he walked in I couldn’t stop staring.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he was sitting down across from me.

I literally had no words, he knew exactly what I wanted to hear and he didn’t mind saying it. That’s one of the things I loved about him, even though we had known each other for only two days I knew that I loved him--I just couldn’t help it. I told him about what my parents said and he had a great explanation which I knew he would.

He said that he had just lost both of his parents in a car crash and he went a little rogue after that, he admitted that there were things that he wished that he could take back. His parents were co-workers of my parents so that’s how they knew him so well, but they left out a really big detail. I was so mad at my parents at first, and then David started talking about his and his memories with them and I thought how can I be mad at my parents for trying to protect me.

After we ate and talked, a lot, he offered to drive me back to the hotel and of course I said yes, but little did I know what would happen. On the way back to the hotel a truck didn’t stop and we crashed. David didn’t survive and I did, but I didn’t want too. I had bad injuries though, I couldn’t breathe by myself so I was hooked up to a machine, and I unhooked the machine and waited. . . then. . . nothing. I didn’t want to live without him, I knew that I could never find someone else that would get me like him, so I didn’t try. Living without him would be like a human living without food and being starved to death, can you imagine that pain? Well my pain was even worse. Turns out he was my Romeo after all.  



  

 

   

   

 

 

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