True Love

 Author's Note: This is a creative piece about now a day love, gone far.

I ring the doorbell. I turn for a moment and  see a leaf run across the driveway. My mind is fixed on the knob as it turns open. Brad’s mother greets me with a soft hug.

“Brad’s with his eye doctor in the living room. He will be done in a couple minutes.” explains Brad’s mom. She gives me a smile and walks towards the kitchen. I remove my jacket and place it on the wooden coat hanger, probably crafted by Brad’s dad. I sit on the step and remove my shoes and place them by my jacket. As i turn the corner, my eyes meet Brad who is sitting at a round wooden table with his doctor. They are fixing with a rubix cube doing all these confusing color practices.

“Focus Brad.” says his eye doctor. I give a sigh. The doctor turns around and looks at me.

“Hello there. Are you the girl Brad was talking to me about?” says the doctor.

“John!” yells brad quietly at his eye doctor.

“I don't know. I am dating Brad though.” I explain.

“That's a nice dress you have on. Too bad Brad here doesn't know how gorgeous the color is.”

“Shut up.” yells Brad in a jokingly manner.

Brad is colorblind. He can only see black and white. Doctor John White helps him increase his vision on colors. They meet often, which sometimes can get annoying.

“My work here is done.” says Doctor White. I watch as he puts papers and a rubix cube in a brown leather briefcase. My mind is now focused on Brad who approaches me with a smile. I wrap my arms around his neck to give him a big hug. His cheeks turn peachy-red as always.

“Alana, are you hungry?” asks Brad’s mom from the kitchen. I can barely hear her. Brad’s house is quite large, almost twice the size of mine. It is home to just Brad and his parents.

“No thanks,  I ate before I got here!” I reply. I lied. I’m starving.

Me and Brad head towards the back door and head outside into the backyard. We walk across the yard until we arrive in the woods which leads to a small lake. Brad is quite taller than I am, about a head or so taller. He is quite athletic too, captain of the varsity volleyball team. He wraps hand around mine as we stare into the lake ahead. Our minds focused on the smooth sounds of the waves crashing the rocky shore.

“How are your eyes?” I asked.

“Better. I still have my color problems.” replies Brad.

“That sucks”

“My doctor is a pain. He is such a poop sometimes”

“Some people just need to be hit with a brick”

“For sure, you should try volleyball”

“I don't think so...” I suck at volleyball.

“All my teammates girlfriends all play volleyball, except Adam”

“Well cause he is actually normal...”

“What?”

“Nothing.... I said cause they are a good couple” Brad can be annoying sometimes. He thinks

he is the coolest, but he's not. My ex was more popular than him.

“I seriously think you should play volleyball. Tennis is stupid.”

“Shut up. No its not.”

“Admit it, its dumb”

“And boys volleyball is cool? Its only cool if you actually good.”

“I’m the captain of the varsity team!”

“You guys aren’t even that good! Your 2-11!”

“So what!”

“I think you need to pipe down! I’m leaving” I stand up and walk back towards Brad’s house.

“No wait! I’m sorry!” Yells Brad from behind. I don't look back. I walk towards the house in rage. I trip over a weed. My pants have mud all over them. I wish I had never met him. I walk in through the back door, greeted by Brad’s mom.

“Where’s Brad?” she asks.

“Shut up!” I yell. Probably wasn't the smartest choice. I'm responded by words that I’ve never heard come out of her mouth. I walk straight for the foyer and slip on my shoes and jacket. I hear Brad walk in the back door just as I step outside. Him and her mom are arguing in the kitchen. I laugh at the idea that just popped into my head.

I open the zipper of my backpack and pull out a small box of matches I had used for a science project. My mouth turns to a grin as I scrape the white film right off the match. Fire is burning on the tip of the match. I throw it on the wood paneling around the Dining room window. I light another and do the same. And then another. And another, until the box is no longer full of matches. I watch as the flames grow. I then hear a scream come inside. I go in opened garage and pull out a 5 gallon container of gasoline. I bring it next to the flame and watch as the oil rises the fire. I walk over to my bag. I walk down the driveway, not looking back once.