Before leaving my house, I took with me, cloths, a sleeping bag, and a lot of money. I figured that when Skittery and I go back to 1899, that I mine as well be loaded. (Because think of it like this: 25 dollars today can buy a DVD, but 25 dollars back then, could buy a house.) We were leaving my house, and all of a sudden, a horrible thought flooded my mind. What if there was no storm tonight? Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!!! What the hell were we going to do for a place to sleep? Food? This was definitely a bad situation. I didn't know what to do.
"Skittery, will you look after me tonight?" I asked.
"What kind of a question is that? You know I will. But it'll be a little weird, considering you know this time better than I do." He said.
"I mean, just when we sleep and everything, because I have a feeling that we won't be going back tonight?" I said.
"Why."
"Because I don't think it's going to storm tonight. It has to be storming for us to go back." I said. Skittery put his arm around my shoulders, and brought me close to him.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He said. Man, he'd only been in 2002 for a few hours, and he's already acting like he rules the land…I love it! My man. There was something about him that I couldn't get over. I didn't know what it was, or if it was even real. I just knew that I loved him, right there and then. Not the love you feel when you watch the movie, and say, "oh god I love him so much, because he's so hot, and his character is attractive" but this was love. I felt like I knew him inside out, and that I could tell him anything, and trust him with anything in the whole world. It was real, and I did love him. (But what if he doesn't love me back? Oh god, calm down you're making yourself nervous. Of course he loves you. Why wouldn't he. You're a sweet girl with a lot to offer right? Right? Right? Oh god I hope so.)
"Are ya Ok hun?" He asked after I hadn't said anything for a while.
"Oh, yeah, I was just thinking." I said.
"Bout what?" He asked.
"Well, you." I said looking up at him.
"Me? Why would ya need to think about me when ya got me right here?" He asked.
"Because, I don't know. I was just thinking ahead you could say." I finished.
"Well, remember, no secrets. Ya mean a lot ta me, and I don't want it ta go down the tubes, ya know?" He stated.
"I don't want that either. I lov –" I started to say, but I cut myself off when I knew what I was saying.
"You huh?" He asked.
"I…love…being with you." I said semi smooth. I guess he bought it, because he didn't say anything on the topic again. We got to the spot where the rock was, and the rock was gone. (Well, it had been over 100 years.) Skittery and I just walked until we found that famous gazebo in Central Park. It took a little while for me to explain to him what a gazebo was, but he eventually got it.
We were sitting there until dark, sometimes we were talking, and sometimes we just sat there holding each other. It was very peaceful, and relaxing.
"Do you want me to call you Charity, or Ali?" He asked after a long silence.
"Whatever you prefer." I said.
"Ok, well Charity, I have a confession." He said sitting up. Oh god, here comes the part how he knocked up some girl, and she's going to come back and look for him right?
"Is it bad?" I asked a little scared.
"No, I just wanted to tell ya something." He said.
"Oh, ok."
"Well, I might be outta line here, or moving to fast, or something, but, well, I love ya." He said. My face lightened up, and I smiled.
"I've wanted to tell ya the same thing." I said, and we kissed, and it was even more amazing than before, because you could feel that he was true.