"Wait, so you're telling me by Sunday you will be gone for 2 years?" Chase tried to wrap his head around what I was telling him.
I nodded my head and laid on the school picnic table tiredly.
"Well are you defiantly going to come back and visit when you get the chance?" He asked.
I sat up and looked at him. "I don't know because that costs money, money that I don't have and I doubt my parents would pay every time for me to come back. They would probably just come visit me there."
Chase looked around and nodded which told me he understood.
"I can't even promise you that I would be here. Since I am a foster child and everything. Anything could happen at any time." Chase said standing up.
"What do you mean by that?" I was curious.
He paced back and forth before stopping and turning his head to look at me. "Sometimes I cannot control my anger and I have told you this. Something may happen sometime where I would have to go away because they wouldn't want to deal with it anymore."
"Where is this coming from?" I stood up too.
He sat me back down. "Don't worry about it! Just the fact that you're leaving is making me think about me having to leave for some reason too. Just nonsense I am thinking about too much."
I sighed. "Chase everything will be okay. You're a really really strong person."
"You have no idea." He chuckled and came face to face with me. "If something ever happens to you where you need me there. I mean really need me there with you, just call me. More so wish for me. And I promise that I will do my best to get to you okay?"
"What?" I was so confused and I am sure I looked the part.
"Look Gabriel. I have read about Ipswich when you had mentioned that is where you used to live. I think that place seems rather…creepy if I must say. So if anything were to happen where you need me around. I want you to wish for me really hard. And I'll try my best to get to you."
I had no idea where this was coming from and didn't understand how a wish could come true that I didn't express outside of my head. But for some reason I believed everything that came out of Chase's mouth no matter how bizarre it was. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into a great hug. He lifted me up from the picnic table and swung me around. Once my feet touched the dirt we began to walk back to his car. He was planning on coming home with me to help me pack.
The jet black BMW M5 with hints of dark red customized features was one of the sexiest cars I have ever seen. The other kids around here did not have anything like this, nor did their engines compare to the purr of Chase's car. This car and its customization were far from cheap. He had told me that his birth parents had left him their wealth in the event of their death. Chase talked about his biological family a lot but I never really got much detail out of him. All I really know is that they were powerful and that they were wealthy, he wanted to make sure he carried on that legacy. I was more or less confused by that remark considering that he didn't attend school. I didn't see how he was going to be powerful and wealthy without an education under his belt.
"What are you thinking about?" He curiously asked as he gave me a side glance.
I shrugged my shoulders "nothing important."
He gave me that look that clearly stated he didn't believe me as we drove.
It was silent and I was trying harder to put together everything about him. There were so many holes I wish I could fill in but that would go against that unspoken rule between us.
"Are you thinking about my car?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded.
He grinned back at me. "Are you thinking about the money from my parents and trying to figure out how they had so much money?"
I looked at him in astonishment. "You can seriously read me like a book."
Chuckling he pulled into the driveway of my house and turned off the engine. "It is too easy. You should take some lessons from me on how to keep things to yourself."
"Go ahead, teach me." I said sarcastically.
He looked at me long and hard. "Another time, c'mon we have to get to packing."
I watched as he stepped out of the car and then I took a deep breath and followed suit.
My father was sitting in the living room when we walked in and he glared at Chase. "Hello, what are you two up to?"
"He is just going to help me pack for Spencer." I answered.
"I guess that is a nice jester." My father stated before turning his eyes back to the television.
We headed upstairs into my room that was the last door on the right. My bedroom wasn't full of girlie colors like most females rooms. Mine was very plain but it was to my liking. My walls were grey and I had a teal border around the room. There were many pictures hanging on the wall that were photos taken by me. I had a few cameras and I loved photography and that is one thing I did in my spare time. I liked the way that photos could capture the beauty of life, the beauty that most people just look right past. The rain hanging from a leaf or a butterfly flying in a patch of grass. Some of the simplest things in life are the most beautiful things.
"So are you excited to see Reid?" Chase asked as he grabbed a few of my suitcases. His tone was a bit harsh but I ignored it.
"Of course, I feel like it has been forever." I answered. "I haven't told him I am coming though."
Chase looked at me. "And why is that?" He asked
"I don't know I always have trouble telling people things."
He looked at me suspiciously. "You tell me everything."
"That's what you think." I joked as I threw some clothes his way.
A few minutes went by before one of us spoke and what Chase did lighten the mood extremely.
"So are you going to take this hot little number with you?" He started laughing.
I looked at him and noticed he was holding up a silky champagne colored lingerie outfit. I gasped and grabbed it from his hands quickly.
"I see no need to take that with me." I sighed remembering when I had received that sultry outfit.
I had been writing letters back and forth with my friend Kelly from Ipswich and she began asking me about Chase. Just the simple girl stuff.
If I liked him, if he liked me, if I have found a boyfriend, and then she told me that she was dating a guy who had told her lingerie was the way to a man's heart. I laughed at this but she sent me that outfit for my birthday telling me it would work magic if I found a boyfriend.
I didn't find a boyfriend because I think the guys at school were intimidated by Chase. Almost feeling as if I was his territory, which was not the case considering we were just friends. The only thing that happened was once we were at a party and had a few drinks. By the end of the night we had a heated make out session. And made it clear the next day that we would forget about the incident. But I still think about it from time to time and I think he can tell when I do because he gets this look in his eyes and always grins cynically at me.
"Do you want to take the camera I bought you or the one your parents bought you?" Chase asked as he gathered some things to put in a bag.
"Umm…both because each has its specialties." I answered.
"Okay, but what is the best thing about mine?" He asked.
I thought about it for a moment. "Your camera is the best at zooming, when I want those up-close and personal shots I always use your camera. Not to mention the extremely good image quality."
"Seems I picked a good one then." He stated before packing both carefully.
Later that night I was laying on my bed thinking about Chase's cynical grins. He told me earlier that he was good at hiding things and I wanted to know what he was hiding from me. I know that he would probably never tell me if I asked so I would need to do something sneaky but I was not in the mood for that, whatever it was. I stated earlier that he thinks I tell him everything when I don't. Yet, I kind of do tell him most things. The only thing I never touch upon is Reid because it seems he gets tense or mad about it. I also never give up all my reasons for being so attracted to Chase. Not attracted to him in a romantic way really but more like the way a scientist is attracted to things he knows nothing about. I know everything he wants me to know and nothing I long to know. I can tell there is something special, something extremely different about him. I have always liked things that were different and that may be why I love spending most of my time with Chase. I just wonder how it is going to be when I am gone.