Heartbeat misses Nick Charlie

I haven't been this nervous since the last time I gave that goddamn boys speech in front of the whole school.

What if Nick didn't see that photo?What if it... slipped under the doormat?What if his mother accidentally lost it?What if he tore up the photo and didn't see the words behind it?What if he reads what I wrote, but still doesn't come to me?The Truham Elementary Summer Fair is held at the school every year, and Dad took Victoria and me here around 2 o'clock.We basically spent the next hour running around with my brother Oliver who was in 4th grade.Dad gave him some pocket money, he spent it on fair tickets, played bouncy castles and coconut toss, Victoria played foosball with him, and I just stood by and checked most of the time Mobile phone, looking for my boyfriend everywhere.Maybe ex-boyfriend?No, not the ex-boyfriend, at least not yet.

I haven't given up yet.

At 2:45, I was waiting at the gate of the venue.The fair was held on a tennis court, and it reminded me of the silly, pointless emotions of the day this drama started.

Charlie Spring (14:54) I'm on this side of the tennis court! !He didn't call me back if you were coming, he didn't even see my message.I feel like I'm starting to sweat, is that all?Am I giving up?can i give upWhat should I tell him?Begging him not to break up with me?What if he comes to me and says he wants to break up?I took a deep breath, he probably won't come.

But when I looked up, I saw Nick head on through the tennis court gate.

I haven't seen him for two whole weeks, the first time I saw him, I just wanted to rush over and hug him and kiss him for half an hour.I clenched my fists and stood there stiffly watching him walk towards me.God, everything about him is so perfect.

"Hi," I said, and he stopped, leaning against the field fence in front of me.I wanted to say something, but the only thoughts left in my head were 'you are so handsome' and 'I love you'.

"Hi," he smiled nervously, hesitating for a moment.

"I got the picture," he shook his head. "So, uh, here I come." I laughed out loud. "Definitely the most embarrassing thing I've ever done."

"You actually called me embarrassed."

"That photo was really embarrassing."

"You're right, we're both funny." He smiled, and I felt a glimmer of hope.

"You didn't message me, bitch," is what we say every time someone doesn't message each other.

But different from the usual style of laughing and joking, Nick blinked and said, "You sent blank messages, I thought it was a problem with the phone." He took out his phone and showed me his message records. The first message was my 5 I sent it to him a few minutes ago, and if I swipe up, there will be blank messages one after another.

Oh, I see.

"What's the matter, what did you post?" Nick looked at me curiously.

"Oh, just, uh, I sent you some pictures, one by one." I scratched my head. "This is embarrassing, sorry."

"You mean the photo of us together?"

"haha, yes."

"My phone probably won't be able to display picture information." I stared at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Hmm. You remember it falling down the stairs once a few months ago? It's been malfunctioning ever since." I shook my head in disbelief. "I know you've dropped your phone, but I didn't expect to stop showing the picture." He shrugged. "I just found out."

"Oh."

"Can I see these pictures?" He wasn't kidding me, he meant it.He didn't think it was stupid.

"Okay." I took out my phone and flipped through the photos one by one.We laugh at the funny pictures, we look at the cute ones a little more, and once in a while we see a photo that brings back so many memories, we stop and talk about it, reminisce about past date embarrassments, reminisce about good dates and Bad dates, reminiscing about the days we spent together indoors and out, reminiscing about being with each other every day at school and at home.By the end, we were all sitting on the asphalt with our backs against the fence, the sun shining on the green field and our white shoes.

We sat quietly for a while, and then he spoke, his voice so softly that I could hear his every word over the noise of the crowd behind him, "I don't want to break up with you." I I could really cry right away, and the burden on my shoulders disappeared instantly. "I don't want to either," I said. "I'm sorry to misunderstand you, I really don't want to."

"I'm sorry too." He chuckled. "I don't even know what we're arguing about."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you, and I shouldn't have driven away alone."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten drunk and kissed you in front of so many people, and ended up crying like that."

"I shouldn't call you a jerk."

"I shouldn't have told you to leave."

"I shouldn't be talking about college all the time."

"I shouldn't always be angry when you're talking about college." He smiled, weird, boyish, Nick-style.He leaned his head on my shoulder, "Let's stop arguing, shall we?" I took his hand and leaned against him.He still smells familiar to me, the smell of home. "good."

"I never want to break up with you," he said.

"Me too."

"It might be a little silly."

"I don't care," I said.

"Me too," he said.

He lifted his head up to kiss me, a joy I hadn't felt in weeks, months.Something has changed, I can't say exactly.He put his hand on my cheek, and I don't think we're ever going back to the way we were - instead, we're entering a whole new relationship that's only better, stronger and stronger than before.

Wow, I can really say things that embarrass myself.

"Also, I bought you chocolates," I said when our lips finally parted.I pulled the Oreo milk chocolate out of my pocket, hoping it didn't melt in the heat.

"Oh my God." He tore open the package.

"It's decided, I've signed it, and I'll be yours from now on." He broke off a piece and threw it into his mouth, then handed it to me. "Would you like some?" I stared at the chocolate, feeling the old fear return.But somehow, there was a stronger force that made me say, "Yeah."