Grace and Andrew walked side by side, smiling at each other every once in a while. They held each other's hand loosely, not bothering to let go. Arriving at a familiar landmark on there usual walk route, Andrew flipped his hair aside to push out a thick piece of cardboard that appeared to be brick. Smiling at Grace, he motioned her inside, as he always did. It was routine, but it felt daring every time.
They had found this spot when they first started going out. They were so young and in love, and Andrew had a ring in his front pocket.
There place was a small square area, an old shed that had a cardboard, fake brick door to ward away the public. Grace had accidentally knocked it out once when they were walking in the park. She had fallen into it, and they had instantly felt the need to explore.
Shutting the door behind them, Grace grinned at Andrew. Quickly he pushed his lips to hers, and they held each other tightly.
"Grace," Andrew started.
"Yeah?" she casually answered.
"I'm going to the valley this weekend." he was slight.
"Me too?" she begged.
"I was hoping so. I have an extra bedroom at my house out there-" he offered, getting a weird look in return.
"If you don't want to share a room..." she trailed off, looking unhappy.
"I just didn't want to be ungentleman like."
"I don't like gentlemen." Grace kissed him again.
"Good. Come over at eight and we'll go. Friday." he kissed her back, gently and with ease, and said goodnight.
Friday, Grace showed up at his house fifteen minutes late and flustered.
"Sorry- my lame boss kept me late." she murmured, feeling guilty.
"Don't worry baby." Andrew wrapped his arms around her and buried his head into her shoulder in a loving way.
The car trip had loud music, and sweet conversation. Being nineteen and in love was amazing, Grace realized. She would die for Andrew. Without him she would surely die. She loved his scent, his hair, his voice, his kindness. She loved him.
"Gracie!" he interrupted her thoughts.
Swerving quickly, she cursed, loudly. "What was that?" she almost screamed.
"Some drunk a*****e, no doubt. Don't sweat it, babe. Want me to drive?" he offered.
"No, I'm fine." she stammered shakily.
When they got there, they took one of there most amazing walks. Andrew held her hand a bit tighter then usual. He was nervous, the ring blazed inside his pocket.
As they stood by the sunset, the beauty was stunning. The sat down on the rocky ledge to dangle there feet over the far, far valley.
"You know, I love you so much." Andrew told Grace truthfully.
"I feel exactly the same way," she rested her head on his shoulder, leaning her weight on him.
"And I want to be with you forever." he forced the words nervously, but excitedly also.
"I feel the same." she promised.
Standing up, Andrew pulled Grace to her feet. Grabbing her hands in his, he looked into her eyes. "I love you. Will you marry me?" his eyes were soft, glistening and shining.
Her heart burst with happiness as she looked at his face. She loved him so much, too, and thought of nothing but yes.
"Yes. Of course!" she shouted, crying happy tears.
"I love you." she gave him the biggest, most sweet hug in the world.
Stepping backwards a foot, to look at him again, to love him more, Grace felt the earth crumble. It was too quick, though. She fell instantly over the side, right through his grasp. Grabbing for her with all his might, Andrew screamed. "No!" he cried.
He reached so far, but she had fallen. She was barrelling to the bottom, to her death.
"I love you!" he yelled so loud, it shook the world.
It almost drowned out her scream as she fell to death, but not quite. Andrew, so horrified at this event, broke down in huge, sobbing tears. "No. No!" he begged God.
second story
Grace/Andrew;
Grace walked a couple paces behind him as she watched him intently. He was doing it again- flirting with Olivia. Why? She slipped quickly behind a near wall as soon as he turned his head, making herself almost invisible. Didn't he love her?
Minutes later she pushed out some courage and strode up to his side. ''Andrew."
she smiled at him.
"Grace?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows in that adorable way he always did.
"That's my name." she felt lame, not knowing what to say.
"I love you." he blinked and laughed; she was so sweet, and he loved her.
"I love you too, Andrew." she adored hearing his name sliding off her tongue.
They walked down the hall together, side by side, hearing only the flicker of Grace's loppy shoelaces flipping against the floor, which chimed along in unison to the sound of Andrew's converse padding along.
Andrew's arm rested comfortably on Grace's shoulder, holding her in a loving way that only a couple could complete.
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Grace raised her hand halfway, not caring so much to be called on. Instantly, Olivia's hand shot up like an arrow. Feeling a bit put out, Grace raised hers higher then before. Her interest was usually lacking, but Olivia really busted her chops.
"Grace?" the teacher called.
"Yeah. I think I know the answer." she felt unsure a bit, and nervous- she didn't want Andrew to see her if she got it wrong. "There are two major takes on the matter, Pro-life and Pro-choice, and they are opposite. Pro life means that it should be illegal, and pro choice means legal." she finished, blinking rapidly and nervously.
"Correct. What were you going to say, Olivia?" Ms. Nobiel turned to face her.
"She covered it." Olivia looked annoyed.
"There's one thing she left out." a boy from the back of the room piped.
"Yes Andrew?" the teacher asked.
"Well, nothing matters when you have love." he smiled wide and pure, and she knew what he meant.
"That's nice. Moving on, class." Ms. N sputtered.
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