I smiled and nodded and went over to the passenger side. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t remember how they met.
She hopped on the highway and drove for about 15 minutes before getting off an exit. We were completely quiet
She turned right, left, and then went forward for a few blocks on Kings Street before turning right again. She pulled into a parking lot and turned off the car. We were in front of a big building that looked like a warehouse. It still wasn’t ringing a bell in my mind. We got out of the car and walked towards the front door; I still couldn't figure out where we were.
As we walked towards the door, it started making more sense, but still not total. All I knew now was this is where Dallas used to take me when I was younger. Than it finally rung in completely.
"This is the hockey rink where he used to take me to skate and then I would watch him play hockey," I said excited that I had figured it out.
"Uh huh," she responded.
"I was skating over here," she pointed to the rink, "And he ran into me, and then he helped me up and offered to buy me a drink, and after that it all fell in place," she said smiling.
"That's wonderful," I responded.
"Yeah, it is, and to think now we're getting married," she sighed.
Clara and me soon rented skates at the rink and were skating around when some rude person rammed into me and I fell on the ground. Clara wasn't around; she was in the ladies' room.
"Watch where you're going!" I screamed at the person. I tried to get up but my skates slid out from under me.
"Sorry," a guy with dark brown curly hair and golden colored eyes said, reaching out his hand to help me up.
"Thanks," I replied, brushing the ice off my pants before it melted.
"I'm Charlie," the guy with the mysterious golden eyes said.
"Emily," I said smiling.
"Nice to meet you Emily," he replied. "How old are you?" he questioned.
"17, yourself?" I asked as we skated around the rink. I saw Clara appear at the door, smile at me and go back inside. She had seen that I made a friend and didn't want to disrupt it. She knew what became of her meeting someone at an ice rink.
"I'm 17 too," he replied with a smile.
We continued talking like that and got to interests. We liked pretty much the same things, same movies, music, and stuff like that. But one thing I liked about him besides all the stuff we had in common, was his smile, it was gorgeous.
Later he gave me his screen name and his cell and house number. As Clara came back in, she beckoned me towards her.
"Em, we gotta go, dinner's soon," she said. "Who's your friend?" she questioned.
"This is Charlie, Charlie, this is my sist, well, soon to be step-sister," I finished.
"Nice to meet you," he said politely.
"Do you live around here?" he asked me quickly.
"Sort of, I live in Weston, near Herald's Square,"
"Cool, I guess I'll see you sometime soon, that's where I live too. But I never see you at Weston High,"
"Oh yeah, uhmm, I go to a private school," I answered.
"We really have got to go, nice meting you Charlie," Clara said rushing me out the door only after taking my skates off and returning them.
"Bye Charlie!" I yelled going out the door as he waved to me.
When I finally plopped down in the drivers seat I sighed.
"You like him don't you?" she questioned me.
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked her.
"You know," she said slyly with a smile plastered upon her face.
I just chose not to respond and started the car and drove home.
During the whole ride we were silent.
Was it possible that Clara could be right about me liking Charlie? She couldn't be. I was in love with Oliver and him with me. I would never change that, or would I?
Throughout the rest of the summer, I talked with Oliver via owl and sent him his birthday present. I didn't dare mention Charlie, especially not in a letter. I also corresponded with Charlie on my cell phone and somewhat on my laptop.
Finally, September 1st arrived, the last September 1st that would take me to Hogwarts. I dragged my trunk down the stairs, ate breakfast, and my parents loaded it into the car and drove me silently to Kings Crossing. They knew something was up with me, they just didn't know what.
But Brianna had cracked it without any help.
"Emily, you've been moping around for the past three days," she said to me disappointedly crossing her arms.
I shrugged.
"It's this Charlie that you met, isn't it? You like him don't you?" she questioned me.
I gazed up at her with tears in my eyes.
"What do I do?" I asked her, referring to Charlie and Oliver. My voice was cracking.
"I'm afraid just to follow your heart," she said, sitting on my bed with me and placing her arm around my back and gently rubbing it.
But following my heart was difficult. It wanted two different things and I couldn't tell what to want more.
But anyway, I arrived at Kings Cross and stepped in front of the barrier, kissed my parents goodbye, and ran through it.
On the train I found an empty compartment quite easily, it was still early. I sat there in deep thought until I heard the train whistle blow and it lurched forward as the compartment door slid open. I still wasn't paying attention.
"Yoo-hoo!!" Oliver yelled at me.
"Huh?" I questioned coming back from my trance.
"And she is here! You've been in a daze for the last 5 minutes," he said caringly.
He really had no idea how long I've actually been like this.
He kissed my cheek before sitting opposite of me.
"So how was the rest of your summer?" he asked.
"Not bad, I guess you could say," I responded.
"Hang out with Lana, Ashley, and Katie?" he asked.
"Not really, just Charlie," I said, biting my lip.
"Who's Charlie?" he questioned, keeping his temper under control for the moment being.
"A friend," I answered really slowly, hoping he wouldn't think anything of it.
"I think he's more than just a friend," he responded to me rudely.
"Ol, that's crazy talk, I'm going out with you," I snapped back.
"Then maybe we shouldn't be going out!" he yelled, getting up from his seat and walking out the compartment. He slammed the door so loudly that the glass shattered in the door.
"Repairo," I muttered, my voice starting to clog up. Tears swelled up inside my eyes. Sure I like Charlie, but being back at Hogwarts was supposed to reduce it back to friendship because I was with Oliver. And now I didn't even have Oliver.
I sat there in silence for a good hour or two, until the door opened again.
"Em," Oliver said, popping back into the compartment.
"Go away!!" I yelled, throwing the nearest thing I could at him; it was my purse. He closed the door in time and it hit the door with things spilling out, but I didn't care. My face was dry from the tears I had shed already, and I had run out of tears only a couple minutes ago.
"Em," Fred and George said excitedly, entering the compartment to sit down, only after stepping over my stuff on the floor.
"Sorry about Oliver, he wasn't in his right mind," Fred said trying to cheer me up.
"The bloody hell he wasn't; he was jealous, jealous that I had another guy in my life. A guy who just happens to be only a friend!" I yelled a few tears coming to my eyes again.
I started crying once more.
"Em, it's alright," George said, moving to a seat next to me. He tried 'hushing' me and rubbed little circle upon my back.
"Thanks," I said, wiping a tear away. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. What happened next was unexpected, even to either of us.
He moved towards me and pulled me into a kiss. That was the first time he ever kissed me like that. It was a short, slow, passionate kiss. He pulled away quickly when he did.
"Em, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that," he said. Fred sat across from me, staring out the window.
"Done?" he questioned.
George smiled and raised his eyebrows at the same time.
"Bye Em, see you at Hogwarts," Fred said.
"Bye," George said, with a certain twinkle in his eyes.
I sat there with a shocked look on my face, but a smile I couldn't take off. I had just kissed George, one of my best friends. I couldn't believe I just did that. I broke up with Oliver just two hours ago and I was already kissing someone else, even when I thought I liked Charlie.
Why was my life so confusing?
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