First and Last (10 page)

I’m absolutely exhausted when I get to my target location and collapse, burying the side of my face into the ground. Pieces of dirt fly off with each breath I exhale.

“Shit.”

On shaky arms, I push my upper body up slightly and look ahead. Finally, something is going my way. In front of me is a hill that’ll take me a little ways away from this, which will buy me more time.

Dragging myself so that I’m lying perpendicular to the ledge of the hill, I say a silent prayer that I don’t completely cripple myself, make sure my radio is tucked away tight in my pants, close my eyes, and give myself a push.

June 2001

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t’s about five o’clock when I get home from volunteering at the fire station my dad used to work at. I run upstairs with some urgency, strip my clothes, get in the shower, and get dressed. Then I pick up my phone and type out a quick text.

Me: Be ready to go in 15 minutes.

My phone dings five minutes later.

Mia: Why?

Me: 10 minutes . . .

Mia: Tell me what we’re doing.

Me: Nope. It’s a surprise. Tell your dad you’ll be home by curfew. You’re down to 9 minutes. Chop chop, Mia.

Exactly nine minutes from my last message to her, I knock on her front door. She opens it in a huff, clearly frazzled from hurrying. “Really, Blake?” With her hand on her hip, she looks annoyed and I have to try really hard not to laugh.

“Let’s go.” Ignoring her complaints, I grab her hand and lead her to my car.

“Wanna tell me where we’re going now?” she asks once we take off.

“Nope. I know it’s killing you not being in control, but relax and enjoy the ride for me, okay?”

From the corner of my eye I see her cross her arms over her chest. She hates surprises, which makes me enjoy this that much more.

We’re quiet for several minutes, the only sound coming from the radio. “How did today go?” she questions, breaking the silence.

“It was good,” I say with a shrug.

“What were you doing?” Her attitude is gone and she turns to face me in her seat, genuinely interested in what I did today.

“Not much. I washed one of the trucks.” She laughs slightly. “I know, pretty bad ass, huh?” I respond sarcastically.

“Did they say what you’d be doing all summer? Surely you won’t be their detailer the whole time,” she jokes.

“Well, I can’t actually fight fires or anything like that. It’s similar to any other intern-type job. You do the grunt work no one else wants to do. I’ll be helping them out around the station, getting them ready when there’s a call, and they said I can come with them to fires eventually, but I can only watch. I can’t help.”

“Great, I can actually hang out with someone fun now that you’ll be busy.” Her little smirk is seen from the corner of my eye.

“Oh, I’m not fun?” I tease back, reaching over to lightly pinch her side.

“Stop, Blake,” she says through her laughter. I park the car and keep poking and tickling her sides until she’s breathless.

“Okay, okay, I’ll quit. Plus, we’re here.”

Getting out of my car, I walk around and help her out.

“Where are we anyway?” We drove for a while, so the sun has already set.

“This is Point Park on Lookout Mountain. It was a strategic location during the Civil War. They still have some cannons and stuff up here, but the view of the city is killer.”

“How’d you hear about this place?”

I shrug. “I was looking around for something different to do. Plus, I wanted our first official date to be something special.”

Her eyebrow arches. “Date? Is that what this is?”

“Yep.” I nod my head and walk down the sidewalk backwards, a smile planted firmly on my face.

“Really? That’s funny because I don’t remember you asking.” She arches her eyebrow playfully as she tries to hide her smile.

“I did. You must’ve missed it,” I argue.

“No, this is more of a hostage situation. You forced me to get ready then drove me out of town against my will.” She stops walking and crosses her arms over her chest, pretending to be put out.

“Hostage?” I scoff. “I’ll show you hostage,” I say as I run toward her. She squeals before turning and running away, but I’m faster than she is and catch her in a few steps. I grab her by the wrist and pull her to me, causing her back to collide with my chest. My arms band around her as I lift her up and spin us around and around. Her giggles surround us and I love the way it echoes off the night sky. I’ll never get tired of hearing that sweet sound.

Before I get too dizzy, I stop and set her on the ground but don’t let go of her. She leans her head back letting it rest on my shoulder. The humidity has put a thin sheen of sweat on her neck that I taste when my lips touch her one, two, three times.

“Can we go now?” I say against her neck. Goose bumps pop up and a small smile forms on my face.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she says quietly.

When we walk to the entrance, everything is dark and gated up. I figured it was closed since there aren’t any cars in the parking lot and hardly any lights on. But that’s okay, I have another plan.

“I think it’s closed.” The disappointment in her tone is clear.

“Hold on a sec,” I tell her. Looking around, the park is surrounded by a stone wall that comes to about my shoulders on my six-foot-tall frame. To the left inside the wall is a building that looks like a two-story house. “We’ll just go up and over.”

“What? We can’t climb that wall,” she whisper-shouts. “What if we get caught? We’ll get in trouble.”

“No one will see us, I promise.”

“I don’t know about this, Blake.” She shakes her head and takes a step back.

“We’ll be quick. Let’s go look at it and then we’ll leave.”

I see the internal debate pulling her in two directions. Luckily, she caves and walks up to the wall. “Need some help?” I ask.

“Nope, I’ve got it.” She places one foot on a jagged piece of stone and reaches up to the top with her hands. While she pushes off on the foot still on the ground, she pulls herself up. She manages to hoist up until her stomach lands on the top with a huff. The cutest grunt is pushed from her body as she flops up on the wall, and I can’t help but laugh. “What?” she asks, still whispering.

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

Now that she’s halfway over, I climb up and land on the other side, waiting for her to swing her legs over. She inches herself around before her legs are finally hanging over this side. I grasp her waist and help lower her as she slides down.

“Okay, let’s hurry,” she says.

There’s a yard full of grass and trees between us and the ledge of this mountain. I look at her and smile mischievously and take off running. I hear her laugh softly and follow suit. Suddenly, a huge spotlight turns on. I keep walking, but when I look behind me, Mia is frozen literally in mid step.

She’s crouched down slightly, legs parted in mid stride with her arms out and palms open. Her eyes are as wide as saucers and her mouth is open. I’m pretty sure she’s quit breathing too. “Come on.” I wave at her. “It’s just a motion sensor." I point to the small house close to the wall where the light is coming from.

“What if someone is coming?” She won’t move an inch.

“They’ll probably think it’s a squirrel. Plus, it’s too late to turn back now, so let’s go.” Reluctantly, she starts to run again. I wait for her to catch up before picking up the pace. When we get to the opening, it’s amazing.

Several cannons sit perched close to the ledge of the cliff that drops at a straight decline. From here, we’re overlooking the whole city that’s lit up in lights in the dark of the night. It’s pretty cool.

“Wow,” she says, walking up to the railing that goes along the edge. She looks down before looking back out. From behind, her body is outlined by the lights coming from below and the moon above. Wisps of hair blow in the breeze and every now and then I catch a hint of her citrusy scent. “Check out this view, Blake.”

“I am.” When she turns around, she sees me focused in on her. “You’re the most beautiful thing out here.” She bites her lower lip and looks down in embarrassment. “Come over here.” Holding my arm out, she snuggles under it and wraps her arms around my waist. We don’t have to fill the silence with mindless chatter. We enjoy the moment and it’s perfect. This is exactly how I imagined we’d be and I’m so damn glad Mia caved and gave us a chance. As perfect as this is, I know we shouldn’t push our luck and need to get out of here.

“Wait, we need to take a picture first,” Mia says. She pulls out her little camera from her bag she wears across her body. I swear she never goes anywhere without that thing. She holds it out but I take it from her.

“Here, let me.” I take the camera, spin us around so the city is to our backs before standing behind her and resting my chin on her shoulder. Holding the camera out, I press the button and take our picture. The closeness of the flash just about blinds me. “My eyes!” I joke.

“Oh stop it.” Her elbow pokes me in the ribs. “Now can we go?” she asks.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before we get arrested.”

I pull up to her house at ten fifty-five. “Look at that, five minutes to spare,” I say.

“Yep, right on time.” She turns to face me. “Thank you for today. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

“I’m glad. I wanted our first real date to be memorable. Something neither of us has ever done.”

“I’ve definitely never trespassed.” One side of her mouth turns up, and I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing to it than listening to her give me a hard time.

Leaning in, my lips ghost over hers. “Admit it; this was the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“What if it’s not?” she sasses back.

“Hmmm,” I say as my head moves down her neck. I hear her breath hitch as my lips hit the sensitive spot below her ear. “I find that hard to believe.”

I see her neck move as she swallows. “I don’t care if we sat on my back porch. It’ll always be the best because it’s with you.”

Pulling back, I look into her eyes and know without a doubt that I’ll love this girl for the rest of my life. My dying breath will be spent thinking of her.