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| My Story - 2 | |
| By Storywriter1987 | ||||||
| 29 April 2007 | ||||||
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Hi guys now for chapter 2. “Clare, darling are you ready?” “Um… yeah. I think so.” I mentally shook myself, this is what I had dreamed of since I was 6 and now thanks to my darling boyfriend I was doing what I loved doing. I was making my first CD. MINE! It would be out in the shops in a few months time. This is what I had been dreaming of so why was I so scared about it? I think deep down, it was just a bit sudden, it had only been a week ago since we sat discussing it on my sofa. me and Peter had discussed it and the next day he had called up his mate and hey presto, now I was here. This was what I wanted. This is what I needed to make my life better…. I could do this! “I am ready. I know I am ready now. Lets get going.” 6 hours later and I was done. I had sorted out the songs and recorded them all and apparently done them so perfectly that it was done first time. Sure I need a few touch ups but 80% was all done and dusted. Peter and me went home and ordered pizza. I studied him as he sat next to me and had his drink. He looked at ease, more then I did but then again he didn’t know. Last time it was him that found out first but this time he didn’t even know. Let me fill you in: We met 12 years ago at Senior prom, it was the best night of my life, I went on my own – my date pulled out at the last minute and so I sat there waiting al night and then the slow slush love songs started. Just the thing to remind me I didn’t have a date. I threw back the last of my drink and then looked down and saw a pair of trouser clad legs. My gaze moved up and up until I found a face. The face of my brother’s best mate. Peter King. The man of every football match, only because he worked hard. The man whose voice had gained him a scholarship for his last two years. And tonight was the last night of our Uni life. We had met a few times but had never really got to know each other. I had always thought he looked like the kind of man that would love the person they were with all their heart and when they were in love with someone they only had eyes for that person. And it turns out that I was right about him. “Hi Clare, would you like to dance?” “Hi Peter. Um… Yes, I would love to. Thank you for asking.” He escorted me to the floor and we started dancing just holding our hands together at waist level and then his hand was on my back and my hand moved up to his neck of its own accord. We got closer and closer until we couldn’t get any closer without being one person. We stayed like that until the teachers announced the King and Queen of the prom. “Ok and the King of the prom is……. Peter King. Come on up here Peter. You want to know your Queen?” “Um, ok why not.” His eyes never left mine as the other envelope was opened and then he got knocked by the professor. “Ok and the Queen of the prom is…….. Clare Ainsdell. Congratulations.” I felt numb, I was in complete shock. I never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that I would be the prom Queen. Let alone having Peter as my king. This was, of course, most little girls’ dream but mine was just to be with someone that loved me for who I was and that cared about me with real feeling not just pretending as a joke between him and his mates. I went up on stage and made a very short thank you speech as did Peter and then we had to slow dance together infront of everyone So we handed out crowns back and he ld me down to the floor. The band started up playing a song that meant a lot to both of us. But neither of us knew it. He held me close to him gently and we started to dance for what seemed like an eternity and then eventually we slowed down and I pulled my head off his shoulder and our gazes met. We moved in slowly towards each other our lips ending up brushing each other. I moved away when they did but then I saw the look on Peter’s face. A look of sadness. A look of pain, so I thought, why not. And I reached out my hand and ran my fingers gently through his hair and then I kissed him tenderly. He didn’t pullk away, he respinded and from then on one thing led to another. And we have been together ever since. Nothing can separate us. Or so we thought…
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