IM SO SORRY- SO BUSY AND I'VE GOT TO GO-
HERE YOU GO- THE FINALLY OF SURVIVOR!
Survivor
"Is that...me?" Kim asked shocked.
I nodded slowly, lacing my arms around her waist. Her hands were intertwined with mine so that it looked as though she were wrapping her arms around herself.
"It's beautiful." She whispered, admiring the side of the tree house where I had
painted a picture of her. Well, half painted.
One side was made of pictures that together looked like half of Kim's face. Then, the other half, was a picture I painted .
On the bottom, in ruby red letters , I wrote.
Kim Crawford
Kim reached up and kissed me softly.
"I didn't know you knew how to paint." she whispered, looking me strait in the
eye.
I shrugged shyly- out of character, I know.
" I like drawing but I don't like being known for drawing." I explained.
Kim rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Wait!" She realized. " Then how come you're only getting C's in art class?" She
questioned.
"This is the first thing I legit painted in awhile actually." I shrugged.
"why?" She asked surprised.
"Well," I began rubbing my neck. "This might sound pathetic."
"You are pathetic, but I've gotten use to it." Kim joked.
"Oh, really?" I laughed.
"Yeah, really." she jokingly challenged.
"Oh, ok." I agreed adding a little snort to make fun of her. " If you say so." I snorted again.
She laughed and hit me.
"You're not funny."
"Then why are you laughing so hard?" I challenged.
Kim hesitated before before answering.
"Your face?" She offered. It wasn't meant to be a question or suggestion. It was meant to be an insult- without the epic fail.
"Admit you love it." I said looking sideways in an attempt to copy a male model who always seem to look sideways while squinting their eyes slightly.
"Beautiful." She replied trying to seem unimpressed as she lay on the ground and patted the ground next to her. Meaning, she wanted him to lay down as well.
He obeyed.
" Will you answer the question now?" She asked.
"What question?" I replied confused.
"Why you've been hiding this amazing art talent, you've got."
"Since I thought Dalia died, I gave up. We always did art together. We did everything together. Well, except dance, I can't dance." I shrugged. " Dalia was
my best friend- and most annoying friend." I added.
"Aww." Kim sighed. " Anything else I don't know about you?"
"Oh, for sure." I told her.
"Like what?" She asked balancing on one elbow, to face me. I did the same.
"I guess you'll have to stick around to find out." I whispered leaning in and kissing her.
She kissed me back and when we broke apart, she did not hesitate to ask another question.
"Just tell me one thing."
"One new thing a mouth." I said.
"What? Why?" She questioned.
"I gotta pace myself." I shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll get bored."
Kim rolled her eyes and him me softly.
"So when's my next one?" She shrugged.
I thought about it for a second and smiled.
"Next month, by the dance competition."
Kim pouted.
"I forgot about that…." Kim whispered. "What are Jerry and Dalia doing about that? You know, with her broken ankle, it would be quite difficult to dance."
"They are waiting for the next competition." I replied.
"And Jerry's ok with that?"
I nodded.
Kim got a manipulative smile on her face and i knew what was coming next.
"Jerry knows how to snow board, do you?" She questioned in an attempt to make me slip up and tell her something new about me.
"Nice try." I smirked. "Your just gonna have to wait."
"Fine." She glared, indignantly. "But I'm doing the same thing to you."
"What could you possibly know that I don't know?"
"A lot." She said whispered.
"Kim, i know things about you that you never told anybody- Including me." I reassured.
"Like what?"
"Like the fact that your slightly jealous of Donna Tobin's legs. Or that you through random dance parties in your room. Or, the fact that you sleep talk and walk to the fridge at exactly 4:02 in the morning- Every morning. You cry ever year at 9/11 and don't show up to school because just like my dad, your dad almost died that day. Or that time a couple years back,when I told you I was moving to Japan, and you tried cutting yourself-"
"How did you know that?" She asked me sharply.
"It soaked through your shirt."
"And you didn't say anything to me?"
"I told you I wasn't leaving and left a first aid kit in you locker. Before I told my mom that if she left I was going to runaway an come back here."
"That first aid kit was from you?" She whispered.
Jack looked up at the sky and smiled.
Who did you think it was from?"
"I don't know." Kim shrugged. " Maybe Rudy, he's crazy anyway."
I laughed again, nodding in agreement.
"Well, anyway, it was a one time thing anyway, I haven't done it since and never will again. I thought I almost killed myself."
"I know, you looked terrified. but i figured you wouldn't want a confrontation."
"You would have been correct."
I chuckled before pulling her close and kissing her.
"I know everything about you, Kim. Every little detail, because you don't hide yourself. Your an open book that I love reading. Your my favorite." I whispered.
"You, on the other hand, hid a lot from me, haven't you?"
"I hid a lot from myself."
"So, no more secrets?" Kim offered.
"Not from my Kimmy." I said pinning her down and kissing her. " But somethings, you just gotta wait for."
"Huh?" Kim replied breathlessly.
"I got something for you."
"And so do I." Kim smiled.
In unison, we both pulled white envelopes from behind our backs.
We looked at each other and laughed.
"Well, I guess beautiful people think alike." I joked as we exchanged letters.
She laughed.
"Is this the one from when you were gonna-"
"Move to Japan?"
Kim nodded.
"Yup. From fifteen years old."
"Same." Kim smiled opening her letter slowly as I did the same to mine.
"Read on three?" I offered.
"One." She began.
"Two." I continued.
Nervously, and in unison we opened the letters and read then to ourselves.
Jack,
I've tried writing this letter a thousand times and I seriously hope this comes
out well because I'm running out of time before you leave... For Japan.
I'm happy for you, but there are so many things I wish I could tell you- and I
tried.
I couldn't though. I ask Joan for help because I was desperate but I didn't
think her idea of putting you chains and locking you up was a good idea so what
I'm trying to say is...
I think love you, Jack Anderson.
- Kim
Jack smiled.
"Kim, I was fifteen years old when I wrote your letter. And I was so sure of the
way I felt. Even now, I still do."
" I could tell."
I looked at her curiously.
"I don't remember what I wrote."
She flipped the paper to face me and in big green letters, my note read:
"I know I love you, Kim Crawford."
THE END
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