Late in the evening, Lance heard three knocks at the door and knew it was Cyan probably goofing off.
Cyan had good looks, but Lance had never seen him look like a celebrity heartthrob with his hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned and abs exposed.
“Can I come in?” he asked. Lance moved aside, closing the door behind him.
Cyan sat on the bed, looking flustered. Lance raised an eyebrow. “You were with a girl, I presume?” Cyan nodded. “Jillian,” he said
Lance’s heart skipped a beat. Jillian was a sweet girl, he even had a little crush. But his friend was also a great guy.
“You guys didn’t… did you?” Lance asked. Cyan shook his head. “No, she’s not ready, but, I really, really want to, but I also don’t want to because I can’t commit. I don’t know what to do.”
Cyan let out a sigh putting his face into his hands. “I’ve never seen you so flustered before, especially over a girl.”
Cyan chuckled, “Tell me about it. It’s like I can’t get her out of my head. When I’m not with her, I think about her. When I see her, I just want to touch her, hold her, call her mine. What is wrong with me?”
“Sounds like you’re falling in love,” Lance laughed. Cyan groaned, “But Europe, in two weeks…”
“I haven’t seen you this happy with a girl, ever, not even when you were with Bri. You can walk away, protect your heart, or follow it, and see where it leads. Taking chances, living life, that’s your motto, right?”
Cyan looked up and met his eyes. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stood up, tapping Lance’s shoulder. “Thanks, bud. I gotta go.” “To see Jillian?” “Nah, I might scare her off with my raging hormones. I’m just gonna, uh… satisfy myself,” he winked. “TMI!” Lance joked, closing the door.
Jillian’s heart fluttered like a butterfly, listening to the ringtone as a million thoughts swirled into mind. She needed a soothing voice.
“Hello,” Jess said, “How’s the trip?” Jillian smiled, no longer flustered. “Great, I uh… think I fell in love.”
Jess raised an eyebrow, “At the beach house, while babysitting? Are you sure? Tell me more,” she sang, sitting upright.
“He’s Ted’s brothers close friend.” “How hot?” Jess teased.
Jillian blushed, remembering Cyan’s lips against hers, his rock hard body rocking against hers, his throbbing groin rubbing against hers, separated by cotton jeans.
She sighed… recalling the yearning sensation that burned through her and the self-control she mustered to suppress it.
Jess chuckled, “Fantasizing, are we?” Jillian turned red. “Yes, he’s hot…” “Well, what’s he like?”
“He’s got these deep blue eyes that make me melt into his arms, into his soul. Graceful at sports. Wisdom beyond his years, loves his bike, loves living life, and is adored by kids.
He’s smart and a smart ass. Bold enough to be goofy, bold enough to be sweet, bold enough to truly care, and I get lost in his eyes, in his heart, in his soul, as if I had known him for years instead of days.
I think I’ve fallen in love with a man I barely met, and I’m addicted to his touch.”
“Wow, soulful confession, but I sense a problem.” “He’s leaving in two weeks, back to Europe for school. I’m afraid to fall in love, especially for the first time.”
“Calling me late at night, gushing over a guy, this is a first and I know you’re not stupid. Jill, this is the guy you dreamt about, the one we thought didn’t exist.
You might regret falling in love and getting hurt, but you will definitely regret letting him go, letting go of something magical before it had a chance to start, to shine, to grow.
You’ve never felt like this before, if you let go now, would you want to look back and wonder what might have been?”
Standing barefoot on the beach,
wearing a borrowed teal dress,
Jillian felt butterflies in her stomach
as all eyes were watching her.
Seven year old Ted had insisted
she sing “A Whole New World”
in the carefree way she did at home,
only in front of the beach bonfire.
She glanced at Cyan.
His face glowed in the moonlight.
“You’ll do great,” he said.
Ted had insisted
Cyan play Aladdin.
Sam started the music,
his fingers strumming the guitar,
rhythmically, bringing them to the city
As if on cue, Cyan reaches out
his arms, towards Jillian. “I can show you the world shining, shimmering, splendid.”
He admires the moonlit rays
shining on her dark, long hair,
illuminating her gentle face. “Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?”
He dances on the sand around her,
barefoot, in his rolled up slacks
and purple button shirt. “I can open your eyes take you wonder by wonder,”
he holds her hands and twirls her. “Over, sideways and under on a magic carpet ride.”
She dances with him.
“A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us ‘no’ or where to go or say we’re only dreaming.”
She joins in. “A whole new world a dazzling place I never knew.”
He holds her by the waist
and lifts her towards the sky. “But when I’m way up here, It’s crystal clear that now I’m in a whole new world with you.”
He sets her down, they twirl in the sand.
Cyan and Jillian dance to the music,
with the moonlight as their spotlight
and the stars as their witness,
for a moment, forgetting
the rest of the world. “Unbelievable sights, indescribable feeling, soaring, tumbling, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky.”
As the music comes to an end,
Cyan pulls Jillian close to him. “A whole new world.” “A whole new world,” she repeats. “That’s where we’ll be,” he sings. “That’s where we’ll be,” she echoes.
He pushes her out with his hand,
she twirls away. “A thrilling chase.”
She twirls back in. “A wondrous place.”
Holding her close and meeting her gaze, “For you and me,”
they finished together.
Every so often, I will take a break from our main characters, Cyan & Jillian, and focus on some of their friends. This week, we will witness a special moment shared by Sam & Rachel.
Sam & Rachel: The Proposal
Painting at the beach was Cyan’s idea. Proposing to Rachel was Sam’s secret.
Sam felt the weight of the box inside his pocket. He knew the weight of her happiness was in his hands. He continued to paint.
With a simple brush stroke of white paint, Sam highlighted the sparkle in the ring just before Cyan approached his piece of work.
Fidgeting in place, Sam felt Rachel’s eyes of curiosity burn through his back. He felt dizzy from the afternoon sun.
“And Sam, here, has painted a lovely scene at the beach,” said Cyan. “Soft blue ocean waves cascading onto the sand. A beautiful young woman in a violet dress standing next to her beau. He’s down on one knee…” Cyan pauses in realization.
Rachel’s heart skips a beat. Sam moves aside so that she could see the painting. A gasps escapes her lips as she covers her face.
He reveals a jewelry box and gets down on one knee. The box opened ever so slowly. Rachel felt like a little girl presented with candy. The diamond sparkled brightly in mid-day sun casting light rays and rainbows on the white sand beach.
Sam speaks, “I remember hearing the most beautiful laughter the morning of my exam. I searched all over for the owner of that voice. When I finally found her, I was taken by her beauty and poise.
Rachel, you are perfection in my eyes. Wisdom, compassion, beauty, confidence with humility. You brighten my day with your presence. You make me a wiser, more tender man.
I am in love with the sparkle in your soul
and forever want to be by your side. Rachel, will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed as tears streamed down her face. He slipped the ring onto her finger and she threw herself into his arms. The heat from the sun warmed their hearts.