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Reunions

Cecilia didn't want to let go of Simon. It felt so right to be held by him again, so perfect. She felt safe, and she didn't want to let that feeling go. But she knew she had to. What if Martin came out? She knew she'd really hurt him and she didn't want to make it any worse.

She'd purposely dated him to try and make herself forget about Simon, especially since she didn't know if he loved her anymore or if he'd ever be back. She didn't think she was that cruel, to mess with people's feelings like that, however, so she convinced herself that she really did love Martin, but she knew it was a lie.

Not that she didn't care for him, she did; it just wasn't love, at least not the kind of love that she'd shared with Simon the previous year. It was more like the love of a close friend, almost like a brother. And that day the week before when Simon had called her, just hearing his voice, hearing him say her name again, she'd known she would have to break up with Martin, whether her and Simon ever got another chance or not. She hadn't been fair to Martin. And it wouldn't be fair to him to walk out the door and see her hugging her ex, especially not after she'd lied and said that Simon wasn't the reason she was breaking up with him. But she hadn't wanted to hurt him anymore. The look on his face when she admitted that she didn't really love him had been heart- wrenching enough.

Cecilia pulled back from the hug and smiled up at her former flame. He looked older, more mature. It also seemed as if he'd been working out and he had a nice tan, which made Cecilia happy. He'd been so pale and thin when he'd left, because of that accident. She still hated that kid for dashing out in front of Simon's car like that. But, she didn't want to think about that now. It's what had caused Simon to push her away, the guilt over it. But he had gone to therapy and hopefully the counselor had been able to help him where she couldn't.

The tan went great with his now shorter dirty blonde hair and the cute goatee he had acquired over the time they'd been apart. He was wearing his earring again, too. Her father wouldn't like that. He'd never liked the fact that Simon had a pierced ear. He said he looked like a punk. But Cecilia just thought it added to his perfection. She looked into his bright green eyes, so full of life, instead of the burning ache she'd seen last summer.

He'd asked if they could have another chance. Why had she said 'I don't know'? Of course she knew. She loved him and she could tell by the way he looked at her and by the way that he'd held her that his feelings for her still existed too.

OK, Cecilia, follow your heart! She mentally told herself.

"I'm glad you're back, Simon. I really missed you."

He smiled at her, "I missed you, too."

Then, there was silence, each of them debating what to say next.

"So, do you think they left me any food?" Simon nodded toward the house, breaking the silence.

Cecilia laughed. That sound was music to Simon's ears. "With your family, I highly doubt it. Especially since your parents aren't there to referee right now."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he grinned, making Cecilia's heart skip a beat. She hadn't been able to feel like she felt these last few minutes since the night when both their lives had changed, all because of a little kid who'd made some big mistakes. But there she was again, drifting back to the accident. The accident that caused her to miss out on almost a full year with the love of her life. Would it always haunt her? She sure hoped not.

Simon spoke, thankfully, jerking her out of her upsetting reverie, "Care to come inside, see if they left me at least a little crumb?"

Cecilia nodded, although what she really wanted was to have him kiss her again. She hadn't felt his lips against hers in so long. Why did she have to say 'I don't know'?

Suddenly she stopped walking. Simon realized she wasn't beside him anymore and turned around. "What's wrong?"

Cecilia decided to do what her heart had been telling her to do since he'd walked through that gate. She went up to him and noticed that he'd gotten taller too over the past few months. She had to be at least half a foot shorter than him now. Last year, she'd only been three inches shorter. Cecilia stood on her toes, placing her hands on his chest, and slowly touched her lips to his. Simon reacted by moving his arms to around her waist and deepening the kiss, to which Cecilia gently caressed his face, grateful to just be near him again.

All too quickly, it seemed to both of them, the kiss ended. Ruthie had burst through the back door, hearing her big brother's voice.

"Simon!" she leapt into him giving him the biggest hug her petite form could muster up. After all, this was Simon, the sibling, that, out of all six of them, she felt closest to. That she'd always felt closest to. He was her best friend.

Simon warmly returned the embrace, noticing that Peter, Ruthie's two year boyfriend, stood behind her. Simon didn't get it. They were only fourteen, yet really seemed to care about each other. Sure, he'd had Deena when he was fourteen and he'd really cared for her, but it wasn't love. He didn't even know what love was until he met Cecilia. Strange, though, what his sister and Peter shared seemed close to what he felt about Cecilia. Maybe age really didn't matter when it came to love.

He pulled away from Ruthie. "I really missed you, too," Simon laughed.

Ruthie smiled, "Just so you know, we did save you more than crumbs. Although I had a pretty hard time getting Vic, you know, Peter's dad, to drop your share."

"He wasn't that bad," Peter defended his father, though he had to smile too. After all, when Ruthie was happy, he was happy.

"Well, don't just stand there. I was waiting to have desert until you came back," Ruthie spun on her heel and headed back into the kitchen, with Peter close behind.

"Shall we?" Simon turned to Cecilia, holding out his hand.

She smiled, took his hand, and gave him a quick kiss in response.

The newly reunited couple happily walked hand in hand into the house.

The End