Eleanor
2 Days Before
" I can picture it now Eleanor, my team winning the Super-bowl, the crowd ecstatic." he said while cruising on the highway.
Yep, Giovanni trying to pursue his dream of being a football player. When I found this out after our kiss under a bridge, I was quite shocked. I'm kinda anti- football players. You might ask why. Well, in high-school they are all snobs and they only date the cheerleaders. They shame the "nerds" or people "not like them" leaving them out of everything from parties, trips, or just simple Facebook chats. In their eyes, you're an outcast.
Giovanni is different. I made a statistic that out of every 100 years and every 50 states in America, you find 1 good football player. I guess 1986 was that 100th year. Giovanni, such an Italian name for such an All- American man. As said, he was a football player, watched the latest sports games with his pals and a bucket of beer, could be ever so patriotic not only on Fourth of July or Veterans Day, but in everyday life. When "The Pledge" came on he would put a hand over his heart and stand in a mighty tall way, enunciating every word with pride.
" Well while you score the winning touchdown I will be the best writers out there since William Shakespeare." I said with everlasting pride.
I wanted to write stories. Write about my life, or use fictional characters to create a world I would like to live in. One I dream of at night. When the books were published, people would be lined up at stores, the copies (in that particular store) sold out within a few minutes. My ambitions.
" Yes you will, we will be a united force in how dreams actually can come true." he said as he grabbed my hand and I grabbed his.
" Can we stop here tonight?" Giovanni asked me and I nodded not honestly caring much as my eyelids were trying to close.
I opened them just a little to see we stopped in a 24/7 gas station. So, we were going to sleep in a minivan? Perfect. I would sleep in the back seats as Gio slept at the wheel. Gio picked me up, took me out of the car, and back in, upon the back seats. Instead of him going back he sat on top on me.
" God, you're so beautiful." he said as his lips connected with mine.
I knew the feeling of him touch but it just felt good right then. His soft, warm lips touching mine as his hand pulled me up. Then, his fingers placed on my back. It felt good that things were back in place, that I didn't have to go through the pain of judgement or even pain of not seeing Park again.
Our lips move away as we breathe deeply. I scoot over so he can lay right by me. There is a sunroof above us. It is closed but when can see the stars. As my eyes close, the stars become little blurs.