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I gasped as I saw Steven Bingham meet my eyes. He was my ex-boyfriend, the only one I'd ever had so far. We went out for almost 3 months, 3 1/2 years ago, but it was brutal. He'd already graduated, being one year ahead of me, and he was the reason no one paid attention to me. He made me invisible. Before Steven, I was somewhat excepted. Not popular by any means, but some people knew my name. I had thought that I loved him, I really thought I did, and maybe I really had, but now I couldn't stand him, just seeing him made tears come to my eyes, stinging the happyness. I knew that he still exsisted, i'd just forgotten all about him once I met Carter. Carter was a happy memory a happy future, and my memories with Steven were all sad now, tainted with tears and anger. I burried my face into Carter's shoulder as Steven walked towards us.

"Awww, you poor sap. Don't you know that she isn't worth it? Don't you know that she's a pitiful piece of trash? Why are you waisting yourself on her?" Steven's voice burned through my ears, bringing back painful memories, painful times. I couldn't bear it. I stared at his face with a look of horror, and glanced back to Carter's face, smiling patiently, like he was letting a two-year old finish his tantrum. he was still holding me, just as close as before.

"Ahh, Steven I presume?" his velvety soft voice, was a suprising, and happy, contridiction to Steven's raspy, hefty, voice. It made me feel a little smug inside.

"Yes, that's me. The Saint. I gave up two whole months of my life, and wasted it on her. Don't do the same pal." Steven peered around carter's protective shoulders. Probably to see if I was crying. I was, but I just burrowed deeper into Carter's chest, I probably had ruined his sweater with the stupid mascara, great.

"Oh you poor thing. You only got two months with her?! What a pitty. I would tell you that you should try and fix things with her, but it seems she's rather busy at the moment. Dancing, with me,...her boyfriend." my mind froze. It didn't conjure up anything yet. But my body kept swaying, or rather letting Carter sway me, playing along with this little charade. Is that what it was? A charade? He was just pretending to be my boyfriend... wasn't he?!

"Oh." Steven's tone made me think that he had come up a little short to that remark. "Well, umm....it's your life to ruin I guess.Hrmph." and he stomped away.

Carter pulled my face out of his sweater, thank goodness I hadn't left a stain, but my face felt red and puffy, and my eyes stung.

"Come on love, let's get out of here.." And he wisked me away into the night...

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We drove in silence, except for the sound of me trying to quiet my sobs. he had given me a tissue, which was now crumpled in my hand. I managed to salvage most of my makeup, though I now had faded black smudges underneath my tear-stained-red eyes. My nose was a little pink, but other than that, still somewhat decent. We parked at a big house in havenbrook. It was two-stories, and rather large. Kind of like a plantation home. It was white with navy blue shutters on either side of every window, and a circular balcony in the middle of the second floor, with french doors leading out to it. He led me on a side path that was lined with flowers on either side, too dark for me to see what kind, though I did know that they were beautiful, that led to a wooden white archway with a rose vine twisting itself around and around.That's where the pathway turned to bricks. Whatever was inside, was encased by a fence of hedge bushes, all cut to make a tall rectangular privacy fence. When we reached the archway, he paused and flipped a switch illuminating the archway, the pathway we had just came, and twinkle lights delicately distributed through the hedges. The brick path in front of us was so clear to see now, and it was gorgeous too. The path curved to the left, leaving its destination hidden by the fence, but whatever it was I could see that it was illumintaed too, and big, because it was casting shards of light, and shadows everywhere.

When we turned the corner I gasped, and my hand immediatley rose to my mouth.

"Pretty isn't it?" Carter whispered, pointing towards the immaculate Gazebo nestled in the corner. It was beautiful, big, white, illuminated, and also had the rose vines growing throughout it. It looked like it belonged in that corner, like it had risen up from the Earth and just stayed there. It had beautiful old collumns, that also looked like they belonged. I nodded my head slowly to his previous question. "It's almost the prettiest thing here..." he whispered again, staring in my direction. I blushed. That's when I noticed the small fountain in the opposite corner, paired with a white bench and matching side table. It was pretty too.

He grabed my hand, and we flew into the gazebo, Carter, sitting on one of the benches built in the wall, and me, on his lap.

"I had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to have enough of you just there at the bonfire. I'm a selfish person, i'd known I'd want more." He grinned.

"Carter, he- he- didn't mean all that...None of it was true...I-I just ughh.." he cut me off...

"Karleigh, he's a jerk." he chuckled, i giggled, "And honestly i don't care what happened between you and him 3 1/2 years ago, unless he hurt you...in which case I'll be needing to go find him..."

"No silly, he didn't hurt me...physically..." I mumbled the last part, Carter heard but pretended he hadn't.

"Well good, then I will not let him distract me. I am on a mission." He grinned, trying to be so formal, and grabbed my hand. "Ya know how I said you were my girlfriend before?" -I nodded..."Well that was rude of me. i should have asked first, but that's how I feel about you. So I guess now, I'm trying to ask you if you feel the same. If not, it's fine I understand." He looked at our hands.

"Yes..." I whispered, quiet as a breath. I was trying, so hard, to not bust out crying again, with joy this time.

"Well good!" his face lit up...as if he didn't know what my answer would be...And i giggled again.

He lifted me up off his lap, and stood up with me, Then he gave me the biggest hug, clutching me to his body. And he snapped his fingers twice. I looked at him all confused. And then a whiny rock song about falling in love started playing. Oh, I thought to myself, I hadn't noticed the speakers...

"Now, where were we?" And he pulled my arms around his shoulders, and started swaying back and forth.

I tell you I could have lived there, in his arms I mean. In that moment, forever. The gentle sway, the music, though i has all but forgotten about what the lyrics were saying, his voice in my ear, whispering my name, his hands on the small of my back, my fingers knitting through his perfectly messy curly hair, the way his shirt felt against my face, the way the breeze would gently stir his cologne, and the night around us...it was all perfect. Everything was perfect, just like Carter, just like it should be.

I don't think I had ever been so happy in my life. I had Carter, officially had him for me now. And I knew that he really wanted me, and that was enough, before. before all I wanted was to be wanted. I just felt better when I knew that someone wanted me there. That's all I had ever asked for, ever needed, was to be wanted. But now I needed more, I needed Carter. I didn't need to be wanted anymore, though it was a plus, I just needed Carter...

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