our parents because Johnny and I had always spent so much time together. For the first time ever I was truly happy and I relished every moment with Johnny, realizing the days and months were going by faster than ever. Johnny was due to leave next month – I tried not to think about it.
There were mornings when we woke early and lay closely entwined in each other’s arms. Johnny would often scratch my back softly making patterns on my back. We would often look into space and ask what the other was thinking. Sometimes we talked about when I finished school and when we could truly be together, trying not to discuss the two years of hardship in between. Two years without Johnny was unimaginable and thinking about it only made me feel depressed. We were two kids who lived for today – tomorrow could wait.
Most nights were spent at Johnny’s simply because he had the bigger bed and I would sleep comfortable and secure in his arms. Some might say my parents were irresponsible for allowing a girl of sixteen to sleep with her boyfriend, but the truth is, they didn’t even know where I was half the time, let alone care. All they knew was that I was happy and safe and I gave them no reason to be concerned. As always I stayed out of their way and they stayed out of mine. In the mornings I would leave and go to my house, shower and get dressed for school. On the weekend we would lie in bed together until just before midday. Often we made love morning, afternoon and evening. I felt like a woman now and I had a new understanding of my body, and Johnny’s for that matter. We were so in tune with each other, it was as if we were two parts of a puzzle, made to fit perfectly into each other.
At school we were together whenever we could be. I had started to sit with the seniors at lunchtime and all of them had become friends. One day Johnny and I were sitting in the cafeteria when the whole table filled up with our friends. The topic of discussion was the prom; who was going with whom, what everyone was going to wear and, of course, the after-party. Johnny had never officially asked me to go to the prom, but it was a given. “I’ll get you something really nice,” Johnny told me, gently bumping my shoulder with his.
“Oh, will you? And what are you going to get me then?”
“Something smart, classic, gorgeous. Something to show off your heavenly body. I won’t get you anything prissy or puffy. It will be sexy, just like you, I promise.”
I never wore dresses. I don’t even think I own one, it’s not like there have been many occasions where I needed one.
“Good, because I don’t do prissy and puffy.”
“So, you’ll wear the dress I choose for you?”
“Sure, why not? As long as it’s tasteful.”
The bell went and, as I got up to leave, Johnny pulled me back down grabbing my hand gently and kissed me quickly on the lips. As if time paused for a moment, he looked straight into my eyes as I did his. With no words he was telling me he loved me. He released my hand and patted me once on the bum and let me go. I giggled and mouthed the words ‘stop it,’ but I didn’t really want him to. He always let me know he only had eyes for me, telling me daily, “Jen, you’re the one. I’ve loved you all along.” He never ran out of sweet things to say and left me in no doubt as to how he felt.
I continued to work saving a little each week, reasoning that I would then have enough money to meet up with Johnny when I finished school. The idea of Johnny not being around was something I could not comprehend but, no matter what, we would make sure our long distance relationship worked. There was no use Johnny staying in Rushton, not even for me. It would be a waste of two years and, as much as I wanted to leave with him, I knew it would be the wrong thing to do, especially if I had the opportunity to go to university. I hoped I would get a place at a college close to Johnny; that was why it was important for him to be set up.
There were mornings when we woke early and lay closely entwined in each other’s arms. Johnny would often scratch my back softly making patterns on my back. We would often look into space and ask what the other was thinking. Sometimes we talked about when I finished school and when we could truly be together, trying not to discuss the two years of hardship in between. Two years without Johnny was unimaginable and thinking about it only made me feel depressed. We were two kids who lived for today – tomorrow could wait.
Most nights were spent at Johnny’s simply because he had the bigger bed and I would sleep comfortable and secure in his arms. Some might say my parents were irresponsible for allowing a girl of sixteen to sleep with her boyfriend, but the truth is, they didn’t even know where I was half the time, let alone care. All they knew was that I was happy and safe and I gave them no reason to be concerned. As always I stayed out of their way and they stayed out of mine. In the mornings I would leave and go to my house, shower and get dressed for school. On the weekend we would lie in bed together until just before midday. Often we made love morning, afternoon and evening. I felt like a woman now and I had a new understanding of my body, and Johnny’s for that matter. We were so in tune with each other, it was as if we were two parts of a puzzle, made to fit perfectly into each other.
At school we were together whenever we could be. I had started to sit with the seniors at lunchtime and all of them had become friends. One day Johnny and I were sitting in the cafeteria when the whole table filled up with our friends. The topic of discussion was the prom; who was going with whom, what everyone was going to wear and, of course, the after-party. Johnny had never officially asked me to go to the prom, but it was a given. “I’ll get you something really nice,” Johnny told me, gently bumping my shoulder with his.
“Oh, will you? And what are you going to get me then?”
“Something smart, classic, gorgeous. Something to show off your heavenly body. I won’t get you anything prissy or puffy. It will be sexy, just like you, I promise.”
I never wore dresses. I don’t even think I own one, it’s not like there have been many occasions where I needed one.
“Good, because I don’t do prissy and puffy.”
“So, you’ll wear the dress I choose for you?”
“Sure, why not? As long as it’s tasteful.”
The bell went and, as I got up to leave, Johnny pulled me back down grabbing my hand gently and kissed me quickly on the lips. As if time paused for a moment, he looked straight into my eyes as I did his. With no words he was telling me he loved me. He released my hand and patted me once on the bum and let me go. I giggled and mouthed the words ‘stop it,’ but I didn’t really want him to. He always let me know he only had eyes for me, telling me daily, “Jen, you’re the one. I’ve loved you all along.” He never ran out of sweet things to say and left me in no doubt as to how he felt.
I continued to work saving a little each week, reasoning that I would then have enough money to meet up with Johnny when I finished school. The idea of Johnny not being around was something I could not comprehend but, no matter what, we would make sure our long distance relationship worked. There was no use Johnny staying in Rushton, not even for me. It would be a waste of two years and, as much as I wanted to leave with him, I knew it would be the wrong thing to do, especially if I had the opportunity to go to university. I hoped I would get a place at a college close to Johnny; that was why it was important for him to be set up.
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