About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,79
inside me was one I thought was gone. “Don’t ever die on me again,” I said with passion. “Next time I get to die.”
He laughed then and kissed my lips hard. “You’ll have to take me with you,” he said against my mouth.
I decided we could be like The Notebook and go at the same time. I was good with that. We could grow old together and have a life full of ups and downs but always together. Even in the end.
“I don’t think I hate life and this world after all,” I told him.
“Good,” he replied, smiling at me unsure what I meant.
“When I thought it had taken you from me, I hated it,” I explained.
He nodded. “Yeah, I was hating it too knowing you didn’t know where I was and with my Jeep being in the water, you could be assuming the worst.”
I dug my fingers into his dirty hair and held him close to me. “I love you, Creed Sullivan. Even when I’m angry and even when you do something stupid. I love you, always.”
He ran his hand over my hair. “Good. Because I’m sure I’ll be stupid again. I’m a man. It happens.” Then he pulled back so he could look at me. “You’re my yesterday, today and tomorrow. You always have been and always will be.”
May 19, 2012
Portsmouth, New Hampshire
“What you doing, brother?” Cora asked in a sing-song voice that always meant she was about to be annoying.
“I’m sitting on the porch,” I said, waving my hand out at the obvious.
“Sitting out here for a reason in particular?” she asked sweetly and plopped down beside me.
“No,” I lied. I didn’t want to talk about Sailor with my sister. She liked to embarrass me and I didn’t need to give her any ammunition to do so.
“Huh, well I guess you don’t care that Sailor arrives today. A week early.” She said it as if I didn’t know it. I had been texting with Sailor most of the day. I knew she was almost here.
“I didn’t say that,” I told her, hoping she wouldn’t tell Sailor that.
“So, you aren’t sitting on the porch waiting for Sailor to arrive?” she asked, as she leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees. “Because that’s what I am doing.”
Cora loved Sailor and I knew she missed her, but I had wanted to see her before Cora was there to interrupt. The other three seasons were so damn slow during the year. It felt like an eternity between the day at the end of August to the third week in May when Sailor came back. This year, I’d finally gotten a Facebook account, so I could be her friend and see her pictures. Problem was she never posted pictures. However, she had been at several events with her dad and those had made it on the news. I had cut three different pictures they’d published in the Country Music Magazine and kept them hidden in my room.
“You know I’m out here waiting on her. Stop being a brat.”
Cora giggled then. “Are you in love, brother?” she teased.
Telling my sister that I loved Sailor was a bad idea. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut but then I couldn’t exactly lie either. I didn’t want to lie about that. What I felt for Sailor was more real than anything I’d ever known. Problem was Sailor lived over a thousand miles away and she was gorgeous and lived a famous lifestyle I knew nothing about. Guys talked about her being hot online and in school. It was annoying to listen to. They didn’t know her.
“You are in love,” Cora said and sighed dramatically then leaned into me. “Ah, young love,” she said then laughed.
I didn’t look at her. Maybe if I ignored her, she would go away. It was unlikely but a guy could hope. Getting rid of Cora was like trying to make a puppy stop chewing things. She didn’t give up.
“Just shut up about that,” I said, glaring at her.
She gave me a mock frown while her eyes still twinkled. I looked past her and at Bee’s house to see if they were there yet. Cora leaned over to block my vision and I scowled some more. “Could you go annoy the hell out of someone else?” I asked, shoving her out of the way, so I could see.
“I could, but this is more fun,” she replied.
I didn’t reply.
“She likes you,” Cora whispered as if someone could hear her.
I jerked my gaze off Bee’s house to look at my sister. “Who?” I asked, needing her to be specific.
“Bee,” she replied then rolled her eyes. “Sailor, you idiot.”
“How do you know?” I asked her, hope soaring in my chest.
“She asks about you, who you’re dating, that kind of thing,” Cora said.
“I text with her all the time. She never asks me those things,” I said, not sure I believed my sister.
“Yes, you stupid boy because she can’t ask you those things or you’ll know she likes you.”
I frowned. That made no sense. “Why doesn’t she want me to know she likes me?” I asked.
Cora sighed and leaned back on her hands. “That’s the way girls are. You have to make the first move, but I’d do it quick because Derek Young was telling some guys at the last baseball game that as soon as Sailor got back into town, he was asking her out.”
Fuck no he was not. Derek Young didn’t even know Sailor. I didn’t care if he was older and had a sports car. He wasn’t asking her out, and even if he did, she wouldn’t go. She liked me. Cora said so.
“He’s an ass,” I said.
“He’s older and sexy,” Cora replied.
Shooting her another glare, I stood up ready to get away from my sister. Bee’s Volvo pulled into the driveway then and I didn’t move. She was here. The summer was beginning and this year it would be different. This year I was going to make Sailor fall in love with me.
“Showtime lover boy,” Cora said then shoved me toward Bee’s house. “Go on and give her a big welcome. I’ll give you some time before I come see her. Make it count.”
I glanced back at my sister then walked down the steps to the sidewalk.
Sailor opened the car door and stepped out. Her dark brown curls were wild and danced around her like a halo. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and she always had been. She lifted a hand and waved at me as our eyes met. One day that girl was going to be mine, and I would never let her go.
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Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and International bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Boys South of the Mason Dixon, and The Field Party Series. She is also author to the Sweet Trilogy and the Black Souls Trilogy. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. Her house was built in 1820 and she’s yet to find a ghost in it but she’s still looking. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama although she now lives in New England (which makes her feel a little closer to the British). When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is entertaining her preschooler, she is reading (if the preschooler will leave her alone long enough), shopping online (major Amazon Prime addiction), running because she eats too many tacos, and planning her next Disney World vacation.