I don't own any of these characters, sadly they all belong to the WB. The
song belongs to Michelle
Branch.
Learn to Crawl
By Kay
My heart drops to my stomach. I swallow hard. Am I really supposed to feel like this?
Hadn't I been waiting for this my whole life?
The soft rain falls around me as my eyes read it once again.
I have never been this scared before. Scared that I could fail. Scared of leaving.
Scared of losing him.
In my hands I hold the acceptance letter to the rest of my life. And slowly, slowly, I grin with tears in my eyes. I could do this. I would do this.
I run to the house. Sprint. "MOM!"
I rip the door open and pound into the kitchen, "Mom?!"
She was at the inn! How could I forget?
I race back out the door and down the street. I still clutch the letter in my hand tightly, crumpling it. Ms. Patty gives me an odd look as I pass her dance school.
"Where ya going so fast honey?" She calls as I dash by.
I don't stop to answer. I have to get to the inn, and quickly. Mom has to be the first one to know, I promised.
The rain pelts my face as I fly down the street, but I run harder.
My feet crunch the hardened snow as I run towards Luke's. Maybe I should go in for just a minute, tell him. I stop by the glass and press my face against the window. I see him inside wiping the counter and will him to look at me.
He finally looks up and catches my eye, his face is surprised and then confused. Why wasn't I coming in? Why was I standing outside in the rain and cold? But he grins all the same.
I grin back and then stick out my tongue, I wave goodbye and run down the street once again.
I rip the doors to the inn open, knocking into a hard chest.
"Oh! Excuse . . ." I look up to see Michelle, I say panting, "Oh . . . it's you . . . Do you . . . know where my Mom . . . Michelle?" Rain drops down my face and in my eyes.
Michelle looks down at me in his usual disdain, "Yes, it IS just me. And you are not excused." Michelle begins to walk away.
"Michelle!"
He turns around, "She is in the kitchen presumably drinking her caffeine instead of working." And with that he turns and walks huffily away.
I waste no time storming into the kitchen almost falling over, "Mom!"
She turns around quickly, just in time to see me scurry in almost falling on my face. "Rory! What is it? You're all wet!"
I lean against the counter gulping in grateful breaths of air, "I . . . have to . . .tell you." I struggle with my words, trying desperately to catch my breath.
Mom puts a hand against her brow, "Did Luke run out of coffee!!!!" Mom holds my shoulders and shakes them, "Tell me dear daughter, did he?"
I shake my head, "This came . . . in the mail." I hold up the crumpled, wet piece of paper and shove it in Mom's face.
I watch my Mom's face in anticipation. I watch as she reads the letter, her eyes moving faster and faster across the page. I watch as a tear falls down her face.
She looks up at me when she's done, her bright blue eyes filled with tears. She hugs me, "I can't believe this day has finally come!" She says in my ear.
I hug her hard and nod into her shoulder. All of a sudden I wish I didn't have to go. I wish I could be suffocated like this for the rest of my life by someone who loves me.
She finally pulls away, "My baby's going to Harvard!" She throws her head back and laughs, it sounds like a bell.
All of a sudden Sookie is by us also as Mom yells again, "My baby's going to Harvard!!!"
All three of us are dancing now, yelling and screaming, our arms thrown into the air, twirling and spinning.
"Rory's going to Harvard! Rory's going to Harvard!" They chant, their grins reaching their eyes.
I let their happiness consume me, I feel like bursting. I feel light and giddy, I laugh aloud with them as they turn on the music and Michael Jackson blares through the small kitchen.
Sookie produces a chocolate cake meant for the guests tonight. You deserve it more, she tells me.
Inside it's warm and snug where love surrounds me, outside the rain has turned to snow.
I smile and smile and smile. I cannot stop smiling. My stomach hurts from the mixture of cake and laughter, but I cannot stop laughing, I cannot stop eating with the people I love most.
But in the back of my mind I'm only thinking of him. And my heart is heavy, it cannot stop frowning.
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Learn to Crawl
By Kay
My heart drops to my stomach. I swallow hard. Am I really supposed to feel like this?
Hadn't I been waiting for this my whole life?
The soft rain falls around me as my eyes read it once again.
I have never been this scared before. Scared that I could fail. Scared of leaving.
Scared of losing him.
In my hands I hold the acceptance letter to the rest of my life. And slowly, slowly, I grin with tears in my eyes. I could do this. I would do this.
I run to the house. Sprint. "MOM!"
I rip the door open and pound into the kitchen, "Mom?!"
She was at the inn! How could I forget?
I race back out the door and down the street. I still clutch the letter in my hand tightly, crumpling it. Ms. Patty gives me an odd look as I pass her dance school.
"Where ya going so fast honey?" She calls as I dash by.
I don't stop to answer. I have to get to the inn, and quickly. Mom has to be the first one to know, I promised.
The rain pelts my face as I fly down the street, but I run harder.
My feet crunch the hardened snow as I run towards Luke's. Maybe I should go in for just a minute, tell him. I stop by the glass and press my face against the window. I see him inside wiping the counter and will him to look at me.
He finally looks up and catches my eye, his face is surprised and then confused. Why wasn't I coming in? Why was I standing outside in the rain and cold? But he grins all the same.
I grin back and then stick out my tongue, I wave goodbye and run down the street once again.
I rip the doors to the inn open, knocking into a hard chest.
"Oh! Excuse . . ." I look up to see Michelle, I say panting, "Oh . . . it's you . . . Do you . . . know where my Mom . . . Michelle?" Rain drops down my face and in my eyes.
Michelle looks down at me in his usual disdain, "Yes, it IS just me. And you are not excused." Michelle begins to walk away.
"Michelle!"
He turns around, "She is in the kitchen presumably drinking her caffeine instead of working." And with that he turns and walks huffily away.
I waste no time storming into the kitchen almost falling over, "Mom!"
She turns around quickly, just in time to see me scurry in almost falling on my face. "Rory! What is it? You're all wet!"
I lean against the counter gulping in grateful breaths of air, "I . . . have to . . .tell you." I struggle with my words, trying desperately to catch my breath.
Mom puts a hand against her brow, "Did Luke run out of coffee!!!!" Mom holds my shoulders and shakes them, "Tell me dear daughter, did he?"
I shake my head, "This came . . . in the mail." I hold up the crumpled, wet piece of paper and shove it in Mom's face.
I watch my Mom's face in anticipation. I watch as she reads the letter, her eyes moving faster and faster across the page. I watch as a tear falls down her face.
She looks up at me when she's done, her bright blue eyes filled with tears. She hugs me, "I can't believe this day has finally come!" She says in my ear.
I hug her hard and nod into her shoulder. All of a sudden I wish I didn't have to go. I wish I could be suffocated like this for the rest of my life by someone who loves me.
She finally pulls away, "My baby's going to Harvard!" She throws her head back and laughs, it sounds like a bell.
All of a sudden Sookie is by us also as Mom yells again, "My baby's going to Harvard!!!"
All three of us are dancing now, yelling and screaming, our arms thrown into the air, twirling and spinning.
"Rory's going to Harvard! Rory's going to Harvard!" They chant, their grins reaching their eyes.
I let their happiness consume me, I feel like bursting. I feel light and giddy, I laugh aloud with them as they turn on the music and Michael Jackson blares through the small kitchen.
Sookie produces a chocolate cake meant for the guests tonight. You deserve it more, she tells me.
Inside it's warm and snug where love surrounds me, outside the rain has turned to snow.
I smile and smile and smile. I cannot stop smiling. My stomach hurts from the mixture of cake and laughter, but I cannot stop laughing, I cannot stop eating with the people I love most.
But in the back of my mind I'm only thinking of him. And my heart is heavy, it cannot stop frowning.
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