"It's time to go, Natalie!" Mr. Goodman's voice called. I gently unwrapped my arms from around her. Natalie grabbed her bag and headed out to my car, where I would be driving her and her dad to the airport.
I should probably explain what's happening here. Hi, I'm Henry. Natalie and her dad are flying out to Ohio for like two weeks to spend time with family that Nat's never even met before. She was, well, less than thrilled when she found out.
Natalie got into the passenger seat of my car. She angrily stared out the window. I started the car and we headed to the airport. Natalie didn't say anything. As we pulled up to a red light, I turned a little in my seat and took Nat's hand. She looked at me and our eyes met.
I had never seen her so sad before. She didn't really ever get sad. Usually when she got upset she just got really angry. Whenever she does get sad, she doesn't talk to anyone and shuts herself in her room and cries.
The cars began moving again. "Both hands on the wheel, Henry," Natalie said, pulling her hand away and turning back towards the window. I sighed.
"Nat, it's going to be fine. It's only two weeks," I said, trying to be comforting. It didn't work. She didn't reply. The rest of the ride was silent.
"We're here," I announced, pulling up to the front. Natalie's dad got out to get the suitcases. Natalie wiped her eyes and turned around.
"I'm going to miss you," she whispered. I gently put my hand on her face. "I love you," she added, which surprised me a little, because I'm usually the initiater in the 'I love you'.
"I'll call you and text you all the time," I reminded her. I leaned in and kissed her. "I love you," I murmured. Then there was a knock on the window. We jumped away from each other, a small smile growing on Natalie's face. Her dad looked a little angry. More than a little, actually.
Natalie stood up. "Bye," she said, leaving the car. I waved and smiled sadly as she walked into the airport.
Yeah, these two weeks were going to suck.
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It's not like going home was going to be any better. Nat was barely gone, and I already missed her probably way more than I should. My mom was happy about her leaving, because apparently I spend too much time with her. Mom doesn't like Natalie.
I placed the letter inside the envelope I had. That's right, I wrote a love letter to Natalie. I call it being romantic. Nat calls it being mushy.
My phone buzzed and I excitedly picked it up. It was Natalie.
Hey, I made it to Ohio. Woohoo.
I miss you already, and you've only been gone a few hours. Hey...what's your cousin's address?
She texted me the address, and I wrote it on the envelope. Why? she asked.
You'll see...;) I replied, trying to sound mysterious. She probably just thought I was dumb.
I sat down at my keyboard and ran my fingers over the keys. My mom didn't approve of me playing the piano, so a little keyboard was all I got. I grabbed a pen and some paper and decided to write Natalie a song. It's a lot easier said than done. I wonder if Nat's cousin has a piano. If she doesn't, Natalie would be pissed. She really wants to get into Yale.
Rachel=annoying Natalie texted me. I smiled. I looked over at the picture of us at the Spring Formal dance that I always kept next to my bed. She was so beautiful. She is still so beautiful. I just love her so much. I don't deserve a girl as wonderful as her. But here I am. I'm still afraid she's going to find someone who's better than I am in Ohio. But I can't think of that. I wonder if Natalie saw what I put in her suitcase yet.
I heard my door slowly creak open. I sighed and started to turn around. "What, Mom?" I began, but it wasn't my mom. My little sister was standing there. Technically, she's my half-sister. Cecilia. She's almost three years old.
See, my parents got divorced when I was young. Then a few years ago, my mom got remarried. So now I have a thirteen year old stepbrother, who's here this week, another little half-sister named Sophia, who's six, and then Cecilia. Our house is always loud.
"Hey, Cecilia," I said. Cecilia was my favorite sibling. Her name is from the patron saint of music. I wonder if there's a Saint Henry. What would he be the patron saint of? Pot and jazz music?
I lifted Cecilia up onto the seat. I played a few notes for her. She giggled and hit the keys a few random times. She was definitely going to be a great jazz pianist some day.
My phone buzzed with a new text. I get to go to a pool party w/ Rachel's glee club. Kill me now.
I didn't know what a glee club was. But I did know how much Nat hates parties. So do I, actually.
It'll be fine. I replied. Besides, they'll get to see you in a swimsuit. ;) I hoped my cheering up worked.
F U, Henry. At least she was back to swearing again.
A/N: I'm back! This is what happened in A Summer in Ohio, in Henry's POV! What did he do? Stick around and find out! Review please! Was it in character? Did you like the first person or no? Constructive criticism! :D Bye!