This story'll probably be wrapping up soon... and the song used in both this chapter and the summary is 'Your Anything' by Taylor Swift. Just in case you didn't know. Read and review, please!
Love Rhyleigh xoxox
"I could be your baby blue jeans, with the holes in the knees, in the bottom of the top drawer", Bec sang, as she headed towards the house- a skip in her step. "I could be your little beauty queen, just a little outta reach, or the girl living next door. I'll be your angel giving up her wings, if that what it means to be your anything".
Garry greeted her at the door. What he had learned, living with Bec, that when she was happy, she sang to herself. Sometimes the lyrics were just little ditties she made up on the spot, some were actual songs. This time, it seemed it was a song. The proper songs meant good things had happened- at least, that was what he had observed.
"I gather there wasn't a breakup?" he said dryly.
Bec flung her arms around his neck, showing him the rock. "I'm getting mar-ried!"
"Congratulations!" Garry scooped her off the ground and spun her around in excitement. "That is so cool! When are you getting married?"
"I don't know".
"Oh".
"He proposed to me literally fifteen minutes ago. I had enough trouble containing my screams".
"Do your parents know?"
"Yeah, I think I better let them know". Bec let go of her housemate and padded excitedly towards the office- where she had left her mobile, after the fateful conversation she had with her boyfriend less than an hour earlier.
Being with Edge had always- since she was a sixteen year old- made her happy. They didn't have to be doing anything- just sitting there was good enough for her. One day when they were at Solar Blue, Simmo had sent the seven lovesick teenagers out for a canoe ride, a six kilometre canoe paddle, up to the end of the river and back. They had paddled two hundred metres from where Deb had dropped them off, climbed out of the boats and sat on the grass in the park. They sat there for an hour and a half before Jilly sprung them on her way back from the shops. Deb and Simmo had just sighed.
And even though they had gotten into trouble, it had been worth it.
Because the seven teenagers were as close as they came.
And Bec would give anything to have all of them back in her life.
"I got your message, Bec, is everything alright?" Charley burst through the door of the office, followed by the other five.
"Yeah, are you and Garry okay?" Cassie demanded.
"Calm yourselves, guys, we're both fine", Garry said, a smile on his face.
Maybe sending every child a message saying 'don't dawdle home its important' hadn't been the best thing to do. All six of them were bright red in the face and neither of the two would disagree in saying they ran the entire way back to the boarding house.
"I'm getting married!" Bec sang.
There were three ear-piercing shrieks from the girls, as congratulations arose from every single person.
Bec had known, from the beginning of the year, that 'her' kids would be different. Every group of kids still kept in some form of contact- whether it was emails or postcards, text messages or phone calls... even a cheerful, teasing message on a Facebook wall was comforting. Her kids would keep in contact, no matter what. They were close, and the time they spent apart would only bring them closer. When Charley went back to Perth, the other five pined for him.
The year was nearing and end, and Bec knew for sure.
They would never, ever lose contact.
