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Authors: Marisa Oldham
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“Well tell him that I miss his old ass,” Ian says, with a smile on his face.
“He’ll get a kick outta that. I’ll for sure tell him. So, my band is breaking up again. Our singer sucks. When are you moving here? We need to rock a band together again.”
Ian thinks about leaving Grace and pushes the thought from his mind. “The day I turn eighteen, I’m outta this place.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jaden hollers. “We’re going to take this city by storm.”
Ian approaches his house and all of a sudden becomes extremely serious. “I gotta get the hell out of here. It’s just getting worse. He’s even beating on Bailey now.”
“There has to be someone to help you guys.”
“Man, you know how that always goes.”
“Yeah, man, unfortunately I do. I wish you the best, brotha, and I can’t wait to see you!”
“Okay, I gotta go. I’m home.”
Ian presses end on his phone and then holds the power key down to turn it off, then hides it inside his jacket pocket.
At nine that evening, the red light from Grace’s alarm clock lights up her room. She lies in her bed waiting for Ian to call. The telephone rings and she quickly answers it.
“Hi!” She sighs into the telephone.
“Hi, babe,” Ian whispers, with a smile in his voice.
“I love your new phone,” she says, with a huge grin.
“Me too.”
“I miss you,” he says quietly.
“I miss you too, babe. I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight. I’m so beat from all that walking we did today.”
“I just needed to hear your sweet voice before I went to sleep.”
“Ian Taylor, you’re too good to be true,” Grace sweetly whispers to him.
Chapter 5
As she sits in class, drawing hearts, intricate swirls, and the words Gracie + Ian , Grace contemplates how lucky she is to have Ian as her boyfriend. Over the past month, her connection with him has blossomed, and she is happier than she has ever been in her entire life. Ian lights up her days with his warm smile and always makes her laugh with his witty sense of humor. Every night they spend hours on the phone. Sometimes Grace just listens to Ian breathe on the other end of the line, as she paints her nails and he lies in his bed. Grace is grateful that James allows her to spend so much time with Ian, not just on the phone, but in person. She promised James that her relationship with Ian would not get in the way of her chores or keeping her grades up, and so far she has kept that promise.
Suddenly a folded paper drops on her desk and tears her concentration away from her doodle. Before picking it up, she looks around the class to see if the teacher is paying attention. Realizing he is not, she slowly opens it. Knowing that Ian has probably written something sweet, she takes her time unfolding the note, relishing in the anticipation. The three little words written on the paper in his handwriting send shivers down her spine. Warmth and comfort fill up her chest. She turns her head to meet his sincere, smiling gaze.
“I love you, too,” she silently mouths to him. The smile he returns to her gives her all the confidence in the world that he undoubtedly means what he says.
Grace closes her eyes, places the wrinkled paper against her chest, and breathes deeply. Her mind flashes back to the first time she told Ian that she loved him.
Walking hand in hand, they strolled along the winding pathway near the gazebo downtown. Below them, the waves roared and raged against the cliffs. Her stomach twisted with nerves as she rehearsed the words in her mind. Ian, I love you. Ian, umm I’m in love with you. Ian, I kind of love you. Finally gaining the courage she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say what was on her mind Ian stopped walking, moved around her, and took her other hand into his. His eyelids slid shut and he moved in closer for a sweet kiss, gentle and slight against her quivering lips. As he pulled away, he opened his eyes just as slowly as he
“Well tell him that I miss his old ass,” Ian says, with a smile on his face.
“He’ll get a kick outta that. I’ll for sure tell him. So, my band is breaking up again. Our singer sucks. When are you moving here? We need to rock a band together again.”
Ian thinks about leaving Grace and pushes the thought from his mind. “The day I turn eighteen, I’m outta this place.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jaden hollers. “We’re going to take this city by storm.”
Ian approaches his house and all of a sudden becomes extremely serious. “I gotta get the hell out of here. It’s just getting worse. He’s even beating on Bailey now.”
“There has to be someone to help you guys.”
“Man, you know how that always goes.”
“Yeah, man, unfortunately I do. I wish you the best, brotha, and I can’t wait to see you!”
“Okay, I gotta go. I’m home.”
Ian presses end on his phone and then holds the power key down to turn it off, then hides it inside his jacket pocket.
At nine that evening, the red light from Grace’s alarm clock lights up her room. She lies in her bed waiting for Ian to call. The telephone rings and she quickly answers it.
“Hi!” She sighs into the telephone.
“Hi, babe,” Ian whispers, with a smile in his voice.
“I love your new phone,” she says, with a huge grin.
“Me too.”
“I miss you,” he says quietly.
“I miss you too, babe. I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight. I’m so beat from all that walking we did today.”
“I just needed to hear your sweet voice before I went to sleep.”
“Ian Taylor, you’re too good to be true,” Grace sweetly whispers to him.
Chapter 5
As she sits in class, drawing hearts, intricate swirls, and the words Gracie + Ian , Grace contemplates how lucky she is to have Ian as her boyfriend. Over the past month, her connection with him has blossomed, and she is happier than she has ever been in her entire life. Ian lights up her days with his warm smile and always makes her laugh with his witty sense of humor. Every night they spend hours on the phone. Sometimes Grace just listens to Ian breathe on the other end of the line, as she paints her nails and he lies in his bed. Grace is grateful that James allows her to spend so much time with Ian, not just on the phone, but in person. She promised James that her relationship with Ian would not get in the way of her chores or keeping her grades up, and so far she has kept that promise.
Suddenly a folded paper drops on her desk and tears her concentration away from her doodle. Before picking it up, she looks around the class to see if the teacher is paying attention. Realizing he is not, she slowly opens it. Knowing that Ian has probably written something sweet, she takes her time unfolding the note, relishing in the anticipation. The three little words written on the paper in his handwriting send shivers down her spine. Warmth and comfort fill up her chest. She turns her head to meet his sincere, smiling gaze.
“I love you, too,” she silently mouths to him. The smile he returns to her gives her all the confidence in the world that he undoubtedly means what he says.
Grace closes her eyes, places the wrinkled paper against her chest, and breathes deeply. Her mind flashes back to the first time she told Ian that she loved him.
Walking hand in hand, they strolled along the winding pathway near the gazebo downtown. Below them, the waves roared and raged against the cliffs. Her stomach twisted with nerves as she rehearsed the words in her mind. Ian, I love you. Ian, umm I’m in love with you. Ian, I kind of love you. Finally gaining the courage she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say what was on her mind Ian stopped walking, moved around her, and took her other hand into his. His eyelids slid shut and he moved in closer for a sweet kiss, gentle and slight against her quivering lips. As he pulled away, he opened his eyes just as slowly as he
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