"Fantastic" Reunions

It was hard to tell if he'd changed or still looked the same. I was too caught up in the moment that Jon was actually standing in front of me. His pale albino-like skin no longer reminded me of a fictional vampire's. His skin was now a light shade of goldn tan, one that belonged to surfers and people who spent time at the beach. He now had amber eyes with emerald specks here and there, no longer the dull-monotone gray.

Man, he really had changed. What had happened to him? No longer was he the nerd and typical-victim-of-the-bully kid anymore. He was now a tall [infact I had to look up at him now instead of down like I once had], muscular young man, one who could fend for himself. The one thing that hadn't changed from his appearence was his hair. He had the same golden-blonde silky strands flowing a bit past his shoulder. Jon had always loved keeping his hair long, and he still did from the looks of it.

It was then that I noticed I'd been staring at him like a fool, soaking myself in his apppearence; just as he had been doing with mine. I heard Marissa's voice ascending on the steps behind me, telling me off for acting like the mad girl I am but when she saw Jon standing there on the front step, she drew in her breath loudly. We all stood there, staring at each other when finally, I broke the silence.

"Can we come in?"


We all sat in the kitchen, sipping coffee like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Marissa was sitting on one of the chairs and occasionally glancing at me, waiting for me to say something Celeste-like, then shooting curious looks at Jon.

I was sitting cross-legged on the marble slabs of the kitchen counter and leaning against the cool wall-paper behind me, trying to catch up with what had just happened. Meanwhile, Jon had his back pressed against the wall, not too far from me, and one foot digging into the cement of the wall while his two hands were in his pockets. He was looking at me with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Setting my mug on the counter with a clink, I looked up to meet his gaze, cleared my throat, then said, "Well it sure has been a long time."

He looked away and nodded, remaining quiet.

"So where are Liz and her mom?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I was hoping you'd know." His voice sounded rough and deep, not at all the same. Geez, what part of him hadn't changed?

"Jonathon, Celeste and I have moved to North Carolina. We'd come here, hoping to surprise Liz and Sarah but they're not here, obviously," Marissa spoke up.

"Wait...you guys moved? When did this happen?"

"2 months ago," I muttered.

He shooks his heads then ran his hands through his tousled blonde hair.

"A lot has changed since I left."

"Not really, a lot changed because you left," I snapped at him without realizing what I'd just done.

"The divorce wasn't my fault!" He argued back, a flicker of anger appearing in his eyes. I glared at him before hopping off the counter and marching past him, out the house.

Once I was out, I had the urge to kick a tree or do something violent. What had caused me to snap at him like that? I'd never thought I'd still have a tad bit of anger at him for what happened between Liz's parents. But apparently, I still was.

"How can you still be mad at me?"

I jumped in surprise when I heard his voice behind me, still not recognizing it. Turning around, I faced him with my hands on my hips.

"Well how do you expect me to be?"

"It was ages ago!" He defended himself, and a little too weakly I might add. I narrowed my eyes at him and looked past him at the front door. Where was Marissa when you needed her?! I looked back into his amber eyes, frustrated. Was there a point in fighting with him? He was right about it all being ages ago. Maybe I should just try and forget it anyways. After several minutes, I sighed and gave in.

"Fine, I'll try and forget."

Any sign of anger had left my face and I was back to normal. Seeing this, his posture relaxed and a teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Besides, didn't you miss me even a little?"

I grinned at Jon and walked toward his out-stretched arms, wrapping mine around his waist. He might have screwed things up between his parents but it's hard being angry at Liz's older brother and my child hood best-friend.

The End

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