I remember everything that happened, on the Saturday I went out with Peter. It was absolutely perfect. Peter made every minute a minute to remember.
On that Saturday morning I woke up to an empty, and quiet house. I went downstairs to see if anybody was there. Nobody was home, so I left my mom a note letting her know that I was going to be gone for the day.
I did not know when Peter was going to get to the house, so I got ready ahead of time. In my back pocket I felt my cell phone vibrate. "Hey Roxy." I said.
"Are you going out with Peter again today?" Roxy asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering. Where's he taking you?"
"I don't know actually, but last night he was the perfect gentleman! He paid foreverything, told me that I looked beautiful, and I wasn't even wearing any makeup! I really like him, Roxy." I told her.
"That's so cute! I'll let you go, so you can ask him what you guys are doin' today. Bye, have fun today." Roxy said.
"Bye."
After I got off the phone with Roxy I called Peter. "Hello?" Peter answered.
"Hey Peter! Um, where are we going today?" I asked.
"Well, Leah. That is for me to know and for you to find out. Oh, and by the way, put a bathing suit on under your clothes." He said.
"Is that all you're going to tell me?"
"Yes. I gotta go, I'll be there in about an hour. See you later, bye."
He hung up before I could say anything else.
While I waited for him to get to my house I was bored out of my mind. In the hour that I was waiting I did a few things, such as: put on my bathing suit, did my hair, amd hoped to God that my mom and Tyler would not come home for the next hour.
If my mom or Tyler had been home I would have been in huge trouble. They did not like the fact that I was old enough to date, but they do not have to worry about that now do they? Well enough with the present, lets go back to the past.
I was upstairs doing my hair when I heard a knock at the door. I rushed down stairs and opened the door. It was Peter, and he was right on time.
"Right on time." I said smiling.
"It's one way I can earn your trust." He smiled back at me.
Peter wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. Then, he leaned and kissed me. I always loved his kisses, they were warm and gentle.
"Are you ready to go?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, so when do I get to know where we're going?"
"You will see once we get there." Peter smiled.
"So how was your night after you dropped me off?" I asked while getting into his car.
"Awful."
"How come?"
"I wasn't with you."
I smiled, and blushed a little. "You know, everything is better when I'm with you. I don't even care what my mom thinks of me dating."
"What does she think?" He asked.
"She thinks that it's a waste of my time. Ever since I was thirteen she's been convinced that I'm a slut, and that I'll get pregnant and drop out of high school." I explained.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Do you ever go see your dad?"
"No, I haven't heard from him since I was two. Him and my mom had me when they were in high school." I said.
"Okay, so I am not going to bring that stuff up again." Peter said.
"It's fine. How long till we get to wherever we are going?" I asked.
"About fifteen minutes, isn't your birthday coming up?"
"Yeah, on the fifteenth. How'd you know?"
"Well you see, I have my ways." Peter winked at me.
I laughed. "Okay."
We sat in silence for about ten minutes. I never liked silence, but it kinda seemed like Peter did.
"Alright, here we are." Peter said.
I looked up to see that we were at the beach. I was amazed that he did that for me.
"Thank you for taking me here, I absolutely love the beach!" I said smiling.
"You're welcome." He smiled back.
We got out off the car, and grabbed our stuff. We walked about a quarter of a mile till we found a spot to put our stuff down.
I remember how beautiful it was that day. How glorious the sun felt on my skin.
"You brought your bathing suit right?" Peter asked.
"Yes, after we set down our towels and stuff would you please put some sunscreen on my back?" I said.
He smiled. "Of course."
We layed down our beach towels, and just sat for a bit. When I was taking off my clothes I noticed that he did not stare at me one bit. I will always remember how nice he was to me, and how he never once made me feel like he only liked me for my body. After we put some sunscreen on we walked down the beach a bit.
"Isn't it beautiful out here?" I said.
"No." Peter answered.
"Do you not like it here?" I asked.
"Oh yes, I do like it here. It's just that when I think of beautiful, all that comes to mind is you."
"Oh, well. Thank you." I smiled.
"You're welcome." Peter smiled back.
"So are you ready to go in the water?" asked Peter.
"Well, you see. About that, yeah. I am kinda scared of the water." I said quickly.
Peter looked at me funny. "What about it are you scared of?"
"I'm afraid that if I go under, I won't ever come back up." I explained.
"Did anything in paticular start this fear?"
"Yeah, but it's a long story."
"Well I have all day." said Peter.
"You sure you want to hear the story?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well okay then. So, one day when I was about thirteen my mom decided that she wanted to go to the beach. We went to Laguna Beach, California, and we stayed for about a week. One day I was swimming, and I had not realized that I went out too far. The waves just kept on crashing on top of me, one after another, after another. I yelled for help as best as I could, then the waves finally got me to stay under the water for who knows how long! Then, a boy came in, and saved me. He brought me back to shore, and gave me CPR. He saved my life, and also turned out to be my first boyfriend." I explained it all to Peter.
"Woah! I am so sorry that you had to go through that, Leah." Peter said sympathetically.
"It's okay, that's all in the past now."
"But I have to say, I am jealous of that guy who saved you." Peter said.
I laughed. "Well, if he wasn't there, then I wouldn't have been here with you right now."
Peter laughed. "That's true, but if we go in and anything happens I will be right there next to you the entire time."
I smiled. "Lets go."
Peter and I walked into the water until it reached our necks. I was getting kind of scared of the waves. Peter could tell that I was getting nervous, so he held on to my hands tight.
"It's okay, Leah. I got you, I won't ever let anything happen to you." said Peter.
After he said that he put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer. Then, we kissed of course. It was beautiful. The whole day was beautiful; the whole day was beautiful. Peter did not even pressure me into having sex with him.
"Are you okay with going underwater," Peter asked.
"Uh, yes," I said, obviously nervous.
Peter took my hands into his, once again. Then, we went under the water; we swam a little further out. We had to go back up to the surface for air. Once we were back under the water, we kissed. We were just under there kissing, it was one of the best moments I have ever experienced while in the water. He and I swam back up the surface and back to shore.
"You hungry," Peter asked.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Yes, there's a pizza place across the street."
I smiled. "Okay, let's go."
Peter and I spent a while in the restaurant. We talked an awful lot; I told him stuff that I have never told anybody. "Do you wanna go back to the beach," asked Peter.
"Yeah, I could use a good tan," I laughed.
"Er.. Leah, look out the window."
I looked out the window, and it was incredibly dark and gloomy. "Well, we can use a nice walk on the beach," I said.
We went to the beach, and got our stuff. I decided to check my phone on our to the way car; I had one new text message. It was from Roxy,
*On Monday you're going to meet one of my friends who just moved back here.*
I blocked her text message out of my mind while I went on the walk with Peter. We were about halfway down the beach, and I had realized that I had a question for Peter. "So. What's your fear? I mean, it is only fair to tell me. I told you mine," I asked.
"Do you really want to know," Peter asked.
I nodded, he laughed and said, " Okay, but you are going to think that it's girly."
"No, I won't. Just tell me."
"Okay. Well, I'm afraid that when I grow up I won't fall in love, and have a family," said Peter.
When Peter had finished explaining to me his fear, it had started raining. I had always wanted to be kissed in the rain. I turned to Peter, and said, "Kiss me."
Peter grabbed me by my waist, and pulled me closer to him. He looked me in the eyes, and held my cheeks in his hands. Then, he kissed me. He was my first, and last kiss in the rain. Right then, I knew that I was IN love with Peter Mendez. I wish that I was still there on that beach with Peter, instead of in this stupid castle.
"Are you ready to go," Peter asked.
I nodded. When we were walking back to the car, I was thinking about what my future with Peter would be like. "How long is it going to take to get back," I asked.
"About two hours."
"So we only have two hours left together in the whole weekend?"
"Sadly, yes. However, can I promise you something?"
"Of course," I answered.
"I'm going to marry you one day, okay?"
I smiled. "That is quite some promise, Peter. I think I might just have to hold you to that."
Peter looked at me and said my name. "Yeah," I said back to him.
"I'll love you forever," said Peter.
Even when I think about it now, my heart still skips a beat. "Forever and ever," I responded.
"How much longer till we get there," I asked.
"Just about an hour. Hey, can I ask you something?"
I nodded. "Have you decided on what you want to do after high school and everything?"
"An actress. I have always wanted to be an actress."
"Why," he asked.
"When I was twelve, I was in my school's production of Wizard of Oz. I was Dorthy, and I just loved being up there on stage with all eyes on me. Also, I'm certainly good at it. Why do you ask?"
"I asked because I wanted to see if your thoughts were like mine. I have no clue what I want to be when I'm older," Peter said.
"Well, what are you good at?"
"I am actually quite good at playing the guitar."
"Well, there you go. You can write your own songs, make your own Cd's, and stuff like that."
Peter smiled. "You're right. Thanks for the advice."
"You're welcome. Look at the moon! Doesn't it look beautiful," I said.
"Not as beautiful as you, Leah. It's a half moon. I thought girls liked full moons the best?"
"Some girls do. However, I liked the half moons the best."
"Why?" Peter asked.
"Well, I like to think that half of the moon is my heart, and the other half is my soul mate's heart. Also, I get to see our hearts one by one. I can see that our hearts will always be together." I explained.
"Wow," said Peter. "That is an excellent explanation."
I smiled, "Thanks."
"So, are you excited for your birthday?" Peter asked.
"Er.. Sort of."
"Why not? You're finally going to be sixteen!"
"Well my mom was never made a big deal out of my birthday; so I've grown up thinking it wasn't."
"That is terrible, Leah! Your birthday is a big deal. You're celebrating the day of your birth. Why does your mother act like she regrets having you?"
"Because she does! She missed her appointment at the damn abortion clinic when she was sixteen. She did not want me. She had no choice but to keep me. My father hated both of us, so, he just left." I explained.
I remember I was so furious explaining all of that to someone. No one had ever asked me before about my mother. "You don't really think that your mother hates you?" He asked.
"I don't think; I know."
"How would you know this?"
"Well first of all, she tried to kill me before I was even born. Second, when I was fourteen she told me herself that she hated me."
"Your mother does not hate you," Peter tried to reassure me. "She loves you to death. Anyways, we're here."
"Bye." I was beyond mad.
Bye, Leah. I love you." He kissed me good bye.
I wondered why Peter thought that my mother did not hate me. She does. I still know that even though I am dead. Well, she got what she wanted. No children. Now she can do whatever she wants without worrying about anyone. Wait. She did that when I was alive. Well, now she does not have a child in her way.
Anyways. My date with Peter that night was amazing. I wish I was still alive so I could be with him. I love Peter Mendez.
