Distant Hearts
A Message
You sit at your computer desk, drowning out the day by working on a separate design idea on your own that wasn't from the firm while old school rock blasted from your stereo speakers. The design is almost finished as you erase the previous line you just drew, changing its direction from where it was going. Looking back to the outside of your corner office room that let in every inch of light around the condo you bought several years ago, it makes you wish that you had taken Seth up on his offer to go sailing today. At the time it hadn't sounded that good, since the weatherman on channel ten was calling for rain but now – looking at the sun beating on the bench just outside the door – it didn't seem like a bad idea. It would certainly get you outside, out of the house and not thinking about a certain redhead who'd been on your mind since before you woke up this morning.Maybe you shouldn't have kissed her. But then you would be regretting it if you hadn't. The last time you had kissed her, you both weren't as experienced as now and it was innocent then – just a peck on the lips to get you started into high school lust. Now, it was a different kind of kiss. Now – there was simply no one word to describe it – it was heated, passionate and yearned for more all in one touch. And all you knew was that you wished that it would've lasted longer.
A beep on your laptop brings you back from daydreaming about her and the boat and the kiss. Opening up the envelope that tells you that 'You've Got Mail', you suddenly feel like Tom Hanks in the movie of the same name. Reminding yourself not to let Summer pick out any more movies, you open your inbox and stare at the sender's name – L. Gardner. It's at this time when you drop everything you're doing at the moment and brace yourself for what's inside the message;
Do you ever think about how an old, and I mean old, song relates to your life in every single way? I'm thinking that although I don't know her anymore than you know Bon Jovi personally, that Avril Lavigne needs to stay out of my life and drawing inspiration from it. But I could always blame Jennie too, who sits outside my office and plays all of her songs everyday, all day. You can come save me now…
You sit back in your chair, leaning halfway to the ground and smile. You like it when she's random like this – it's funny and cute all at the same time. It was definitely one of the things that drew you back to her.
Sara asked about you and I told her I'd say hi for her. So 'Hi' from Sara…and me too. Summer called me last week and gave me an earful on how I should stop procrastinating and talk to you or email you or something. So here I am, writing you since I have a conference call in about fifteen minutes. And she says that she's not cute out to be a mother – she's certainly got the yelling and guilt trips down good, doesn't she?
Lindsay got it right there. Summer was cut out to be a great mother – yelling and all. Heck, she already came by more times than she liked during the week and picked up after you. Everyone needed a Summer in their lives.
But back to the point of the email. I guess….um, no…..I think this is even harder when you're not in front of me. This is where Avril Lavigne would come in handy. I miss you still Lindsay
You crease your brow just a bit, confused on why she would leave it there and you scroll down the page, looking for anything else she might've added but there wasn't anything. Your eyes go about the page and you nearly miss the mp3 attachment with a catchy title – 'Avril knows me to well'. You turn off your old school rock and let yourself relive an old high school song…and then the lyrics hit you. Avril was right.
