Chapter 23 A happy ending after all…
I know it's been a VERY long time and I'm so sorry but I just want an ending and I just couldn't find a proper one so I delayed and delayed. Sorry… But I think I know what all you all want it to end and think it will end but here is the ending anyways… I hope I won't disappoint you TOO much. Here is the last chapter of Cadwell's story, hope you enjoy. I don't own any of the sky high characters you recognize.
I had no idea that having a boyfriend was this cool. No idea what so ever. It's like someone has ripped off a label behind your head saying 'single loser' and replaced it with a another one saying 'taken and super cool'. I've never cared much about being cool or having a label in the back of the head where it stood that I was, but just knowing that luck had finally caught up with me was a good thought.
I felt Warren's hand brush against mine before he grabbed it gently. We had just walked off the bus together and were still holding hands as we enjoyed a four block walk together before we stopped in front of my house.
"You know, you're really something for yourself Taylor." He said admiringly and took a step closer. I blushed.
"You're too kind."
(A wonderful kiss and a couple of hours later…)
We entered The paper lantern holding hands of course and we, at least I, positively glowed. But who could blame me? I was holding hands with one of Americas handsomest men, (I had been asking around and Warren was only two places behind Brad Pitt) and we were having dinner at his favorite place. He gave me a meaningful look before we found seats in the middle of the room. (I had absolutely nothing to do with it I swear!)
"Ok, don't order the salmon, you'll smell fish for the rest of the year, and don't complain about the food, they'll spit in it if you do. And of course, don't ask for a napkin. I have no idea why but they always give you a horrible smirk when ever you do." Warren informed me quickly as a lady in a white apron approached us. I blinked in confusion.
"Shall I write this down or are you just giving me tips?" Warren laughed the sweetest laughter in the world, which made me feel like a complete idiot.
"That is what I like about you Taylor; you're funny without meaning to." I smiled shyly and started to swirl my glass around. It was like he was opening up to me at last. Not opening-opening, which would mean seeing his entrails… Warren ordered something that I don't know how to pronounce while I ordered some sort of chicken soup.
It was a comfortable silence that was only broken by the quiet talking from the other tables and the door that was opening and closing. Warren was looking oddly at my hand before he reached out for it.
"Do you want me to gaze in to your future? I might prevent you from getting hit by a car." My heart skipped a beat as Warren's abnormally warm hands touched my own. I laughed.
"Yes please, nothing increases my appetite more than knowing that I am to marry a son of a French man and have a dozen kids." I said and open my hand with a laugh.
"My father was French…" I could hear Warren mutter, not taking his eyes of my hand. I blushed so violently that I was glad Warren was so obsessed with my hand. It's a sign! Oh thank you lord! But it could still be a coincidence… Oh it's still a good sign by any standards!
"Hm…" sighed Warren while tracing the lines on the back of my hand with his fingers. God it tickled!
"Well, I can tell you that you won't be hit by a car. Not in this life anyway." said Warren, frowning.
"You look disappointed. Anyway I would rather be hit by a car than eaten by a shark that's for sure!" Warren smiled boyishly.
"Don't tell me you rather be eaten by a crocodile than by a shark?"
"Ok, I won't say it but it's what I mean!" I said horrified of the thought of being eaten at all. I wonder what I'd taste like…? What am I thinking?!
"C'mon! Crocodiles are much worse than sharks." Said Warren and returned my hand to me. I stared wide eyed at him.
"You don't mean that!?" I asked, shocked. We continued like this until our food arrived. It was a horrible conversation but still funny as Warren constantly tried to come up with more horrible ways to die. But we finally agreed that being eaten by a cannibal was the worst way of dying. For some strange reason I didn't feel like soup after that… No that odd really as I was sure I saw a human eye on the surface of my soup…
I quickly found out that what Warren ate was a mixture of vegetables and some strange bitter sweet gravy. It was hard not to regret my choice when Warren gave me a whole mouthful. With the same fork!
We talked about more pleasant things after that. Like hockey, future and tattoos. He told me that he had one, but he didn't say where though… Hm, I think I'll find out some day anyway.
(Desert that I can't pronounce and something private that I won't tell you about later…)
I fell in slow motion down on my bed later that night. I had lost track of time after our little private time together so it was hard to know wither the clock was past twelve or past nine. But one thing was sure, both mom and my Cyrus had gone to sleep by the time I got home. My father, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair in the living room, pretending to be asleep.
I thought about calling Jordan but changed my mind when I saw that it was past two. The time does fly when you're having fun! But, as I lay there, I came to think of what I had to go though to get to him. Ugh, it was hard but worth it! One day when we get married, we can look back at this and laugh. (And believe me we will get married!) But right now the memories of me dangling from that cold and wet gutter are too clear in my head that laughing of it would be a sin!
Oh well, at least I've got respect among my fellow students, and some less gifted ones such as Emma… She'll get over the loss, believe me. But I'm afraid she'll have a grudge against me till the day I lay cold and rotten in my grave, next to Warren of course! Oh, who knows what the future brings anyway? (Except Renee in my history class…) I'd rather not know, anyway it's better to have loved and lost than… No, I mean it's better to have lost a love than… Oh you know the drill!
I'm Taylor Cadwell and this has been my story.
THE END
If you want to know what happens with the characters in the future you can just ask and I'll write a chapter about that! A little J.K Rowling I know…