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Two friends are forced to admit there love for each other when sent back in time. |
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Anna Coy stood, for a moment in the doorway of her grandparent’s house. This was her favorite place to be, the place she always felt safe in no matter what. They had lived in this house across the street from her all twenty years of her life, and the forty-four before that, yes, this was special. Getting along in years, now in their eighties, her grandmother needed her hip replaced and her grandfather wouldn’t hear of leaving her in the hospital even for a night, stating that the two of them hadn’t spent more than one night apart since the end of the war and they weren’t going to end that record now. Closing the door she headed for the stairs towards the attic, the best spot in the house, on her way looking for any sign of James Lewis, the boy who lived with her grandparents when he wasn’t at school and her best friend her entire life. Reaching the stairs to the attic she still hadn’t caught sight of him, but if he was there he was probably in the attic, it had been their favorite place in the house for as long as she could remember. When they weren’t outside making mischief they could usually be found up there. The stairs creaked beneath her feet as she made her way up, she hadn’t been up there in a while, she had been at school and was glad that she could finally be home to revisit this cozy spot. Anna could remember her grandfather bringing her and James up to the attic to show them all of his things from the war and the pictures he had from over the years. The two of them would come up and go through the boxes by themselves for hours, when her grandparents would come up to find them, they usually would join in on he rummaging, telling the story of each object. The kids took in every word, amazed at how grandpa had been to Europe and jumped out of planes and that grandma had built airplanes that was just so cool to a seven year old. Reaching the attic she stopped at the first box and found her grandparents wedding album. Memories flashed through her mind of sitting on her Grandmother’s lap and James on her grandfather’s while they looked through the album. Stopping at the picture of her grandparents kissing both of them were disgusted! Anna smiled when she found the picture remembering her grandfather saying, “Someday you two will like it.” Only nine they both turned to him with sick looks on ther faces and uttering a simultanous “EWW!” She could still hear her grandparents laughing at them. Smiling she put the picture down and walked over to the record player that still had a Frank Sinatra record on it from who knows when, Frank Sinatra had been one of her favorites growing up and she was probably the one who put the record on the player. The old player had been one of her favorite things as well; she would go up to the attic and play all the records she could find, sitting up there for hours at a time. James would usually join her staying there sometimes all night listening to the sounds of Glen Miller, Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey, and Rosemary Clooney, another favorite, while going through her grandparents old things, not coming down until her grandparents would find them in the morning sprawled out on the floor sleeping peacefully. When her grandfather would come home from the hardware store he and her grandmother would bring up snacks and drinks, repeat stories they wanted to hear again or tell new ones. The record player was usually on and they taught them their best dance moves. Lifting the the needle, and turning a few knobs she listened to the white noise before I’ll Be Seeing You came through the crackling old speakers. Humming along to the song she walked over to the full length mirror opening the box that had her grandmother’s wedding dress in it. She stood up holding the top pulling the dress up with her as she straitened. Looking in the mirror she could see herself twelve years old spinning around in front of the same mirror wearing the dress, the sleeve’s long past her hands, the extra length piling around her feet , the veil coming just past her waist. James had stopped her spinning when he stepped next to her and pushed her aside to see his own reflection. He was wearing her grandfather’s hat and dress jacket from the Airborne with the captains bars still shinning from the shoulders and him brimming with pride. Scowling at him in the mirror the two stood side by side pushing each other fighting for space in front of the mirror. Anna’s grandmother smiled saying, “You two will make the cutest bride and groom someday, you just wait and see.” The clearing of his throat interrupted her reminiscing. She turned startled and found James standing at the top of the steps, with his hands in his pockets and an admiring look on his face. They hadn’t seen each other since Christmas break, she had been avoiding him all summer, but the sight of him standing there made her smile. He smiled back as her hands fell to her waist still holding the dress. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said quietly breaking the silence between the two of them. The memories all came back to him as he started walking towards her. Standing face to face with her he looked in the box finding the captains hat he was looking for and put it on his head, tilting it like Jimmy Stewart, touching the brim and saying “Don’t you know a wedding is no fun without the groom.” He smiled looking down into her eyes. “And that would be you, huh?” “Of course don’t you remember Gran was the one who said it I am just listening to my elders.” He smiled and waited for some smart-alic reply. Her smile faded instead and answered, “I was just thinking about that, at least you remembered too.” |
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