Always & Forever Babe

He was chasing me, and he could run fast. Right now I was no match for him. I ran with everything I had, and trust me I am a pretty fast runner, but he was still gaining on me. We were running through piles and piles of red and yellow leaves. It was cold and dark outside. I was freezing. We hit pavement. My heart was pounding in my chest; the blood was rushing through my ears; my breath came in ragged gasps, and I was still going. I could run faster on pavement; I stepped it up one notch. My legs were burning, and my side was plegged with sharp jagged pain. It wasn’t enough. He was still gaining. 

He was only a step or two behind me, right on my heels. I could hear him panting and feel his breath on my neck. I have only one chance to get away. Here goes nothing. I veered right and stopped dead in my tracks. He thundered pat me, and I ran back the way we had come. I hope it at least dazed him enough so I can get a lead on him. Apparently it did because I didn’t hear him behind me anymore. I slowed down to a brisk jog trying to catch my breath. What lead up to this? Oh yeah, it was the party.

Today was Brittney’s sixteenth birthday part. She got a brand new ’76 powder blue Cadillac fresh off the shelves. She invited everyone in her grade and above except for those she deemed “un-worthy”. The party was set at her mansion which is set in the middle of the forest with a pool, tennis court, and a personal movie theater. She is the epitome of rich. Anyways, I was lounging at the pool when he arrived, Caine Lapel. He was my best friend. I had known him since my middle school years, and we had always gotten along great. We told each other everything. Who we liked, and who we did not. We could talk for hours, and he always had the best advice for me.

We played for hours in the pool. It’s hard to focus when playing in the pool with Caine, because he is soooo hot. He has a six-pack and the most gorgeous hair I’ve ever seen. When he suggested we go for a walk in the forest I was skeptical, but I agreed anyways. When we had gotten pretty far he started to joke around like he was going to chase me, but he wasn’t joking.

Now I’m in a small string bikini walking along the road, and it’s freezing outside. Where is he? I want to go back. Hmm he’s been acting very strange lately. I wonder what could possibly be on his mind. Lately, whenever I try to talk to him he would get this glazed over look in his eyes like he was focused on something else beside me, and when I asked him if he was okay he would give me this strange look, get up suddenly, and walk away. That boy has issues.

 The sound of crunching leaves ripped through the air. I turned around, but there was nothing there.

 

“Ahhhhhh” (that was me). Caine came running out of the forest straight at me, and I was not prepared. He ran up to me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug, and when he saw my face started to laugh.  -_-

 

“Come on. You know you’re no match for me.”

 

“Thanks. That makes me feel a whole lot better,” I said sarcastically.

 

“You’re welcome,” He said with a sly grin.

 

I stuck my tongue out at him like a 5-year-old which only made him laugh harder, but he still didn’t let go. I pouted at him, but that didn’t work. I tried to seem miffed, but he knows I can’t stay mad at him.

It was of no use I was stuck…in the middle of the road…in a string bikini and I was trapped in a huge hug by a hot guy wearing only swimming trunks. My kind of day. Not really.

 

“Let me go!” I exclaimed.

 

“No.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I said so.”

 

“But why?”

 

“Because I said so.”

 

“That’s not a very good reason,” I pouted.

 

That caused him to give me that I’m trying to be mad at you look which he doesn’t pull of very well. I knew the perfect thing that would get him.

 

“Stop that!” He said.

 

“Stop what?” I said innocently. The puppy dog look works very well with Caine. It always has.

 

“Giving me that look.”

 

“What look?”

 

“The puppy dog look.”

 

“I don’t have a look.”

 

“Yes, you do.”

 

“So you’re saying that I have a look?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Your saying that I am using the puppy dog look to get you to let go of me.”

 

“Yes, you are using that look.”

 

“What look?”

 

“The look on your face.”

 

“I don’t have a look.”

 

He frowned in frustration, and I looked upon this with a gleeful smile on my face. All of this happened within the space of 3 seconds when his frown turned upside down. I was confused for a little bit, me being a blonde, then I realized he was still holding on, and I was still stuck.

 

“Please can’t we go inside? I’m stuck in a string bikini in the middle of fall.”

 

“I noticed.” He said while looking me up and down.

 

“You’re so stupid.” I playfully hit him on the shoulder. I shivered and leaned closer to him.

 

“You really are freezing aren’t you?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Oh.” He said looking guilty.

 

“Oh, so are you finally going to let me go so we can go inside?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I will just have to hold you closer and keep you warm.”

 

“Oh, really.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“How?”

 

I shouldn’t have asked. He pulled me down with him and sat Indian style upon the floor then sat me on his lap and cradled me in his arms. I do have to admit it was warmer, and I was comfortable, but still, he didn’t have to cradle me in his lap like a baby.

 

“Better?”

 

“Actually, yes.”

 

He chuckled and started singing me a lullabye. Now I was ticked. He can’t treat me like a little child. He started stroking my hair and it felt soooo extremely good. This was odd even for Caine. Let me put it this way. Caine is very popular, first string quarterback, and an extremely good guy, but he’s not like those football players that think they’re all that and play it cool with they’re shades, barely showing any emotion. Caine is a…how do you put it….very giddy guy. Think about it like this when walking down a hally way and seeing a good friend other football players would walk over and ay hey, Caine would run to you and tackle hug you to the ground and then say hey. He’s done it to me several times, trust me I have the bruises to prove it.

He’s so full of life and happiness. He acts like a child most of the time. He jumps in mud puddles, loves rainbows, and is very hiper. He loves to just run around and play, like me, but he’s also very machure. He’s the only player on the team who’s in all AP classes, takes french, has a 5.0 grade point average, and he’s never taken one sip of alcohol, one drag on a cigarette, or any type of drug or weed, but what really shocks most people is that he’s still a virgin. He has the utmost respect for women and their virtue.

Still this was very odd. He’d never been this intimate with me before. I wonder what he is thinking about at this precise moment.

 

“What are you thinking about?” I asked quietly. He jumped as if my voice had startled him.

 

“What are you thinking about?” he replied.

 

“I asked first.”

 

“And I asked second.” He’s really begginning to tick me off.

 

“Fine,” I said not even trying to conceal the rage in my voice.

 

“What is it?” He said catching the tone in my voice.

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

“Please tell me.” He said using that voice that he knows by now will make me spill everything.

 

“It’s just that…you’ve been acting very strange lately. You’re not the same you I’ve always known. What the question really should be is what’s wrong with you?” I blurted this out so fast that his eyes unfocused for a little while but refocused at the end.

“Ummm...”

 

This time when I struggled to get up he didn’t stop me. I jumped to my feet and paced down the yellow line in the middle of the road.He just sat there watching me.

 

“That’s all you have to say…Ummm…Well then that shows how much you care about me does it not? Why? Why did you even chase me out here? Sit me in your lap? What was the point in all of this, Caine?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“I don’t know?” I practically shouted at him.

 

I turned and ran as fast as I could away of him; I don’t know why, all I know is that he didn’t run after me.