To say that I was shocked would be the understatement of the century. I was downright dumbstruck.
It was as though time stopped as I stood there, staring into the most beautiful pair of gray eyes I'd ever seen.
"Derris saved me! Derris frigging Fox just saved me!" was the only thing I could think.
My waist which he'd held was still buzzing as my eyes alternated between his amazing gray eyes and beautiful pink lips. It seemed as though everything else faded into the background and it was only Derris and I that existed. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world!
"You know, you really should be careful. You could have gotten hurt," Derris said all of a sudden, breaking the spell.
"W-What?" I stuttered, snapping out of my daydream.
"I said you should be more careful. Your shoes are untied so you tripped on it. Lemme help you with it," he said, stooping to help me knot my loose shoelaces.
As he did, his hand brushed against my leg several times causing a shiver to race up my spine every time.
I couldn't get over the shock of it all.
Derris Fox, my crush for as long as I could remember, was actually knotting my shoelaces.
Was I dreaming? Because there was no way in hell or in heaven that Derris Fox could actually be helping me tie my shoe.
"There. All done," he said rising up.
Oh jeepers! It's really happening!
"Come on Allison, say something. This is your chance!" my subconscious prodded me.
"I like your nose," I finally found myself saying before I could stop myself.
Wait what?
"Oh! Uh, thank you?" He answered, staring at me weirdly.
"Gosh! What is wrong with me? Why did I say that?" I said to myself, almost face palming myself right there and then.
"Um I like your nose too," Derris said and I inwardly groaned.
"Thanks," I replied, not having a clue as to what to say again.
What followed afterwards was silence, a silence that stretched on for a long time and eventually became awkward.
"So uh, bye!" I said and basically ran away since I didn't know what else to do.
Now it's official! I'm totally crazy!
I had the opportunity to talk to Derris like actually talk to him and I blew it! No person in their right mind would have done what I just did.
I'm crazy I tell you! CRAZY!
***
Nellie agreed with me, that I was crazy, that is.
"You did what!?" she yelled after I recounted the whole experience to her, later that day.
"I know, I know. It was stupid," I groaned, covering my face in embarrassment.
"More than stupid. It was flat out dumb. Allison, how could you do this to me? To yourself? You've had a crush on this guy since forever and when you finally get the chance to talk to him, you tell him you like his nose!?"
I winced. "When you put it that way, it sounds a lot worse."
"That's because it is. Do you know how many girls would kill to have been in your position?" Nellie yelled.
Wow, she's really taking this really hard! I thought.
"Nellie, don't you think you're taking this a little too hard? I mean, even I'm not as bummed!" I muttered.
"Of course I'm taking it hard. I've always wanted to be the bridesmaid at you and Derris’ wedding but you pretty much just ruined my chance," she answered, flopping on the bed with a smile.
"Wedding? Don't you think that's a little too far?" I asked, arching my eyebrows.
"Uh no! Based on how long you've been crushing on this guy, it's literally impossible for you guys not to end up together," she said with all seriousness.
"Okay. Whatever you say, fortune teller," I murmured rolling my eyes at her.
"Be sarcastic all you want but mark my words, young lady. Now you're going to talk to Derris tomorrow..."
"And why would I do that? He probably already thinks I'm a weirdo," I answered with a pout.
"Well you are but that's beside the point. You'll go to him tomorrow with cookies and yogurt and you'll tell him they're for saving you today."
"Wait, shouldn't that be yesterday if I'm seeing him tomorrow?"
"Whatever. Just give him the cookies and yogurt and start a conversation with him. Also don't mention his nose," she remarked pointedly.
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Whatever you say, Nella. Now go. I have homework."
"Okay. I've gotta go too. But remember, tomorrow!"
"Mm-hmm," I nodded.
***
Ultimately, I didn't speak to Derris until a week after he helped me and you can probably guess why. I chickened out every time but eventually Nellie put her foot down.
"You're going, Allison. Now!"
"B-but but Nellie..." I tried protesting but she gave me a stern look that flushed all my complaints down the drain.
"Allison, you can do this. Just believe in yourself. Hand him the cookies and talk to him. It's not that hard. You're pretty, smart, funny... He would be crazy to laugh at you," Nellie said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Okay okay. I can do this. I can do this," I muttered repeatedly to myself as I shakily made my way over to Derris.
"DERRIS! HI! REMEMBER ME?" I yelled as I walked towards him.
Did I mention that I yell when I'm nervous? Well I do. And now that I'm a nervous wreck, I'm literally screaming.
Anyway, just as Derris’ quizzical eyes came to a focus on me, I suddenly stumbled and my yoghurt accidentally spilled on Derris’ pristine white shirt.
Since I'd read online that Derris’ favorite type of yoghurt was chocolate, it ended up leaving a brown stain on his shirt. In short, his shirt was ruined. Well not really ruined but you get the gist.
"Oh my gosh! I am so so sorry! I did not mean for this to happen!" I blabbed as I tried cleaning the stain with my handkerchief.
"Stop! Just stop it!" Derris yelled all of a sudden, startling me.
"This is a fifteen hundred dollars designer shirt and you just ruined it, you clumsy bitch!" He yelled again, pushing me away from him angrily.
My eyes began to water.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you the yoghurt to thank you for h-helping me b-but I was nervous so I stumbled and...and..."
"I helped you? I must have been blind because I would never help a stupid bitch like you. By the way, here's what I think of your yoghurt!"
He bent down, picked up the cup of yoghurt and to my surprise, poured what was left on my hair. I gasped instantly, shocked to the core.
It made things worse when everyone started laughing at me. I felt like the ground open and swallow me as I stood there, staring at Derris with tears in my eyes.
Then I did the only thing I could do. I ran...
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" I inquired, looking at his stitched-up wound with concern. "I'm sure. You heard the medic. It wasn't really serious. The bullet just grazed me. I'll be fine," he assured me but it did nothing to abate my worry. "But still... You could have been seriously injured. Why did you have to rush in like that?" "It was all worth it to make sure you didn't leave here in a body bag. I'd do anything to protect you," he stated, staring seriously at me. "How about you try not to die while you're at it?" He chuckled. "I'll do my best." I nodded to show that I was satisfied and continued to look at his wound. "Allison?" he called. I looked up from the wound. "Yes?" "About what Aria said—" he started. I raised my hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear it. Be it the truth or not," I told him. "I still want you to know. I've kept it to myself for so long but I didn't know how I w
I had several hours before my flight to England which was taking off early tomorrow morning. Nellie being Nellie, she'd organized a get-together for all of us. A farewell party for me.At the party, she'd decided to embarrass me by unexpectedly showing up with an album containing pictures from my childhood that had somehow ended up at her place.Baby photos, bath photos, birthday photos, embarrassing pictures; it was there and Nellie was taking great delight in my embarrassment."I hate you!" I whispered to her while Max and Derris were laughing over a picture taken of me trying to steal a piece of my birthday cake before the birthday and ending it with it all over."Aww! I love you too, boo," she replied, blowing a kiss at me. I rolled my eyes at her before attempting to snatch the album from them."Hey! What gives?" Max whined. "I think that's enough pictures for one day, don't you think? Besides, aren't you guys supposed to be sad that I'm leavi
Neither Derris nor I spoke about the situation with his mom again. Things were a little tense because of it so ignoring it was probably for the best. The next day, Derris got discharged from the hospital so he could finally go home which was enough cause for celebration. But I was also reminded of the fact that that meant I would be leaving soon. I had told my dad to book another flight, guaranteeing him that nothing was going to stop us from leaving this time. The flight was booked to go in three days. Three days to say goodbye to everything and everyone I'd ever known and loved. It was a little depressing but I tried my best not to focus on my nearing departure and just live in the moment and at the moment, I was happy that Derris was doing okay and out of the hospital. After he was released to us, we — consisting of Max, Caleb, Jeremy, Nellie, Derris and I — piled into Max's car and drove to Derris' house. The atmosphere was filled with excitement
Derris made a quick recovery afterwards. It was probably because of his phobia for hospitals after his experience when he was younger but either way, I was happy about that. But despite all my pleas, he'd still refused to see his mom and even when she tried to speak to him, he'd either ignore her or coldly tell her to leave because she wasn't wanted. It was clear he'd made us his mind and that was what worried me. I knew that if he continued to hold on to his resentment for his parents, it would only come back to harm him later on. In a way, it already had. I just had to make him see that. A day to his discharge, I was with him in his ward, reading a book to him like he'd asked me to. When I looked up from the book though, he wasn't looking at me like he always did. Instead, he was staring into space thoughtfully. I dropped the book on my lap and tapped him. "Hey. What are you thinking about?" "Everything and nothing, I guess. Why'd you stop?"
Long story short, I missed my flight the next day. It was a little hard to explain why I couldn't leave town just yet to my dad but being the caring person he was, he understood. Since the family who bought our house didn't have plans to move in just yet, we didn't have to move out yet so our accommodation was settled, at least for now. The next few days after Derris' accident though, were anything but. As it turned out, his injuries were a lot severe and he had to be rushed into surgery two times while still being in a coma. Every moment he spent in surgery was a moment I spent wondering if he would come out alive. And when he did, I was torn between being happy that he made it out and devastated that he was still in a coma. But after seeing his car and the accident scene, it really was a wonder he hadn't died on the spot. Supposedly, Derris had crashed into a parked car from behind and then had his car run into by another car. The police rep
Things progressed smoothly for a while. My dad got a few offers for the house and eventually decided on one. With the down payment, we were able to find a little flat abroad which we paid for upfront.The plan was to move to England about a month before I was to resume at Sunnyside which would give us the time to settle in at our new place.To get rid of the stuff we couldn't bring with us, my dad insisted we had a yard sale which turned out to be a little harder than I thought.We kept only the things that were important to us and our family as a whole and put the more trivial things on sale but even then, seeing other kids touch my little sister's old dolls, the twin's colouring sets and other things like that...It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.But after the yard sale ended, it felt as though a load had been lifted off my shoulders and I could finally breathe. We'd kept those items around for so long and now that they were g