If I
told you I loved you
Chapter
Four
I almost have to pinch
myself to believe it. Carter Austin thinks that me: A short girl,
not very skinny, barely tanned skin, and awkwardly blue eyes is
gorgeous. No one, let alone a crush has ever said
that to me. I shake back into reality, and look at Carter. Even
though it's dark, I can see him blush a little. I hop out of
the water, and onto the smaller deck, then walk up to the bigger
deck, and help pull him up. He grabs a towel out of a small shed,
and throws it into my arms.
I sit back on the edge of the dock, ringing out my hair, with the
towel wrapped around my neck. The moon reflects onto the lake
with each kiss of the tide. Carter sits down next to me, with his
hands folded in his lap. "Here," I say, giving him the
partially wet towel. He smiles at me, but says nothing. He puts
back on his hat, and stands up. He throws the towel around his
neck, and grabs his shirt.
"C'mon," He says to me. I get up, and grab my
shoes, along with my shirt, and follow him. He goes slightly into
the woods, and then we come to a small opening with lights strung
around surrounding trees. I look around, only seeing a small
swing, with a good view of the lakes and mountains. "This is
where my dad took my mom, on their first date. I guess you could
say it's kind of a family tradition." He laughs a
little.
I feel my cheeks burn before I feel Carter's warm hand on my
back. He leads me to the swing, and I sit down. He gives me a few
pushes, before he stops, and climbs up into the tree holding the
swing. He only climbs up about six feet, and his feet almost
touch. He grabs a rock from a hallowed spot in the tree, and
carves a heart. First, he puts his innitials, then looks at me.
"What's your middle name?"
"...Lillian," I look up to him and laugh.
"Riley Lillian Austin," He looks down at me. "Has
a good ring to it, doesn't it?" He finishes carving my
initials, RLK. Then, he moves on to his. CGA. Carter
Garret Austin. What a perfect name, for a perfect guy.
So many flaws, that I've fallen in love with. Then, it
clicks. He put my name with his last name. A smile spreads across
my face, and I stand up. "I don't want this night to
end,"
"It's not over yet..." He whispers, and takes my
hand. He pulls me in close, and puts his hands around my waist.
We sway back and forth, dancing to our own music. "We never
really finished our dance earlier."
Author's Note: Oh my good lord, guys.
I'm so sorry I haven't written anything in ages! I'm
back though, and ready to write. So, I'm totally not asking
for faves: against the rules. But, I am asking that if you like
the story, follow me because I suck at notifying people. I used
to be like, really good I had lists and everything for past
stories, it's just that this one isn't as
popular.