Chapter TWO
A Sweetie Production
10/11/2009
Again, quite a long gap between writing but this dream is so vivid in my head I shall continue. I want to know where my Getties are. I miss you all! ENJOY!
I looked up at the beautiful sunset. The red glow spread out across the golden sand and I couldn't help but smile as I dug my hands into it. The little grains ran through my fingers and I sighed in contentment.
"Enjoying the scenery," a male voice asked which startled me. I looked up and smiled at Lyle as he sat next to me.
"It's beautiful here," I said as I looked out towards the sea and smiled again. Life was perfect.
Lyle and I sat in quiet and let time tick past. The sun lowered more and the golden rays cascaded across the water. "Come on, B. We have to get to the barbeque," Lyle said as he stood up and held out a hand for me.
"What did you call me?" I asked looking up at him in shock.
He shrugged at me and grabbed my hand and pulled me up effortlessly into a standing position. I smiled and dropped his hand. There was a slight tingling sensation there. I had only felt that once before, but I wasn't going to go there. Not now.
We walked along the beach and up the stairs to the pier where the barbeque was taking place. We spoke quietly just about life. Being with Lyle was easy. Like a past time. This wasn't right. What was I doing?
We arrived and I saw Christina helping out Mrs. Jacobs. I waved and ran over to them. I pulled Mrs. Jacobs into a hug and then Christina. "We need to speak," Christina said in my ear. I nodded and then went for a walk back along the pier.
I wanted to be alone for a while and headed back along the sand. I was soon discovering a favourite spot for me to think. It was right by the waterfront and in front of a small boat. It gave me the perfect view of the island and the water. It was stunning. I was taken out of my daydream by the sound of feet shuffling through the sand.
"Well, well, well, there's someone I never thought I would see again," a familiar voice said. I spun around and looked straight in the face of the man whom I had once loved. Giovanni Rossi. "Hello, B."
