Unsent
#3 of Stories that should never see the light of day!
Unsent
This is dedicated to my friend, who just went through this same accident. My heart goes out to her.
The snow outside my car fell in small snowflakes, making everything in front of my windshield a white sheet of nothingness. Of course I saw the occasional car passing by but that still didn't help the fact that I was driving blindly, I only saw the faint golden glow of headlights coming my way, heading in the opposite direction I was heading. I'm surprised people are even driving in this weather condition, actually, it's dangerous to even walk out here. Okay I'll admit that I'm being hypocritical about this statement because I'm being an idiot and driving out in this blizzard but I can't help it.
I drive when I'm frustrated.
I've had this car since I turned 17, a white 2000 Grand AM that was in perfect condition for any kind of trouble I'd come against. I never drove anything else; it's always been this car. For a blizzard, though, I never knew how this car would react to it. It hasn't crapped out yet so I'm going to say that it should be fine, I drift in this baby all the time and it still never stopped. This car goes through a lot with me; I guess you could say this car is the only place where I can go to be alone and think about things.
Driving on the highway helps.
I know, I'm driving in a blizzard and it's extremely dangerous but C'mon, I'm 18, I think I can handle it. My pocket vibrates, which makes me sigh at this point. It vibrates again and this time I take one hand off the steering wheel to get it, keeping my eyes on the road and the speedometer so I won't screw up and decide to go over the speed limit and veer off into the ditch. After digging my phone out, it vibrated for the third--and last--time, which I was thankful for because other phones vibrate till you at least answer it but mine just goes three times. That way it won't bother me as much.
It was a text.
I glanced down a bit to look who the sender was. It was Chantal. Heaving another sigh I opened the phone and clicked 'Read now', opening the text and displaying it on the screen.
"Hey, Tyson, what's up?" It said with a happy face at the end, surprisingly it made me smile a bit but only for a second.
I pressed the reply button, glancing up at the road and speedometer before turning my phone and flipping the screen to the keyboard side, I replied, "Hey cutie, not much just driving. How about yourself?" I pressed send and dropped the phone on my lap; looking in front of me again and seeing another car pass by at a slower pace than what I was going. That's probably a smart thing to do seeing as I'm driving a little over the speed limit.
I always called Chantal cutie after we started talking a while ago. She moved here about a year ago and, at first, I never thought much of her. She pretty much never spoke. She probably thought I was weird or something. I started calling her cutie after we started talking though, and she actually--by my surprise--didn't mind it that much! This made me happy so much that I kept calling her that over text message.
My lap vibrated three times and I grabbed my phone again, opening it to read the reply, "Driving? It's practically a blizzard outside. Why are you driving?"
I pressed reply and texted, "Needed to think, nothing serious though so don't worry about me." This time I put a happy face at the end.
Chantal and I text each other like crazy now, and every time we do it makes me really happy. I don't know why, she just puts a smile on my face every day! We sat in my car a few days ago, just out driving randomly like usual and talking about the most stupidest things ever, but sometimes I liked it. We would talk about school, work and the usual funny stories. Just yesterday we were together talking about our lives, and the way we listened to each other was so... wonderful! We talked so my that we just felt closer. And after we were about to finish the night up and I pulled up outside her house to drop her off, we looked into our eyes and did something that I never expected to do. And I'm thinking she felt the same too.
We Kissed.
My phone vibrated, "...Alright then," She put a sad face, but I knew that she wasn't sad, more like worried I guess you could say, "Hey Tyson? Can I ask you something?"
I looked at the road for a second then pressed reply and flipped to my keyboard, "Sure, what is it?"
Chantal and I never kissed before, and after last night when our lips parted, we couldn't say anything. How could we? We were shocked! Or was it just me? God, this is what's making me so frustrated! What if I pushed myself into the kiss and she never liked it? What did she think of it? Did I take a step too far and kiss a girl who probably had no feelings for me? Did I ruin a friendship?
I realized I went over the speed limit farther than I wanted to by the way the snowflakes were rushing by me more faster. And at that realization, my phone vibrated.
"Did you... feel anything last night? After we...kissed?" She replied back and my body felt as cold as ever. Did this mean she liked it?
As if it was a reflex I replied, "Why? Did it do anything to you?"
My heart was racing now. And after 2 minutes my phone vibrated again and I immediately opened it, "Well... yeah... did you like it?"
I responded immediately, "Yeah... I did. I liked it a lot..."
I held my phone in my hand now, not letting it go as if it was a string holding my life together. The air around me was intoxicating, hard to breath. But that's probably because I'm getting too ahead of myself now. Maybe I should calm down, maybe she's going to reject me or something and tell me to never talk to me ever again.
But she said if I liked it! Does that mean something? Maybe I should have thought about that and not run into it and said that I liked it a lot. Oh crap what did I just do!?
It vibrated.
I slowly opened it up and took a breath in before reading it, "I liked it too, actually." She made a blushing face and it made my stomach flip, "Do you like me?"
My stomach dropped now. As I flipped my phone to reach the keyboard, it was if my heart took over my hands and typed in my reply. I was nervous now. If I sent this, this could make or break our friendship.
And then I heard it.
Loud and horrible as ever. As I looked up from my phone I saw two large golden lights five feet away from the nose of my car. There was a horn, a loud roaring one, honking out of nowhere.
The lights got bigger, making me squint and look away. Then I heard metal crunching.
Everything went black and cold...
Chantal was scared now. It had been four days since she heard from Tyson and she never got her reply. Does that mean he never liked her? Did she just make a mistake and tell a guy she liked the kiss they had? She was in tears again for probably the hundredth time now, and judging by how she wasn't dehydrated from the crying yet she's been pretty much getting to the point where she'll accept it now. Well, slowly.
Her phone had no new messages for four days, not after the one she sent Tyson. Which told her that the only friend she may have had in this town was possibly Tyson...
Until now, she thought to herself, refusing to have more tears fall now.
Then her doorbell rang.
Whipping the tears away, Chantal's mother called from downstairs that it was for her. Her mother's voice was nervous, which sounded unlike her because her mother was usually happy. Chantal didn't want to go downstairs, not like this. After being called the second time she stepped out of her room.
After walking downstairs, there was a policeman at the opened door, her mother standing in front of him.
"Chantal?" The policeman asked in a low, choked voice.
"Yes?" She replied, trying to make her voice strong and non-shaky so she could sound like she was not crying 2 minutes ago.
"About four days ago you were texting a boy named Tyson Crawford, is that correct?" He said, his hands in his pockets from the cold.
He just had to bring up Tyson, but she shoved her feelings aside and replied, "Y-yes...?" She dragged her voice into a question. "What's going on."
The officer shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "On that same day, Tyson had hit a transport truck head on. His car was tossed about five hundred feet before hitting the ditch. He was pronounced dead at the crash site..." the officer took one hand out of his pocket, "He was texting you... This is his phone." His voice cracked, as if it was hard to say this to her, "I think you should read the last message on it. It's Unsent."
Chantal took the phone and opened it, immediately sobbing again when she saw what she had just read.
"I Love You." With a smiley face at the end...