* I Wished For You * A -finished- short story

Maturity: None really
Fantasy: None

This is a very short story that I wrote when I was on vacation and had nothing better to do. It's completely made up. And really in need of a better title xP

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Mark’s constant question was the only sound in the car for the last ten minutes. Violet groaned. He was acting like a ten-year-old, when in reality, he was fifteen, same age as Violet - they were twins, after all.
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we-“
“SHUT UP ALREADY!” Violet yelled.
“Jeez. I can’t help being excited to come to Cape Cod.” Mark defended himself.
“Yeah, well, so am I, and you don’t see me saying ‘Are we there yet?!’ in a stupid voice for twenty minutes straight!” Violet grumbled.
“Sweetie, it just got a little repetitive after ten minutes…” Mom said to Mark, sounding exhausted.
“Why don’t you try talking about what we’ll be doing on the Cape?” Dad suggested. Violet rolled her eyes.
“We can go to the beach, and surfboard, and swim, and see Vi in her ugly swimsuit-”
“Hey!” Vi complained. Dad chuckled and Mom sighed.
“-and collect shells, and get ice cream sundaes every night, and-”
“For your information, Mark, my bikini is NOT ugly!”
“-and ignore Vi, and pretend to laugh at Dad’s corny jokes, and run away from Mom when she tries to put too much sunscreen on us, and meet cute girl- uh… make new friends…”
Vi laughed along with the rest of the family this time, but she was still The car pulled up in the driveway of their summer home and everyone got out. As Mom and Dad unpacked the suitcases and Mark grabbed the surfboards from the roof, Vi immediately ran to their neighbor’s house and banged on the front door.
A girl with dirty blonde hair and tan skin opened the door.
“Vi!” she squealed, giving Vi a giant bear hug.
“Ohmigosh, I missed you so much, Vi!” she said after she had released her.
“I missed you too, Megs!” Vi said, although the person she had missed even more was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Kyle?” Vi asked, trying not to sound too interested.
“At the beach. He told me to meet him there with you when you got here.” Meghan said.
“Okay, I’ll go get ready!” Vi said, running back to her yard.
Vi’s suitcase wasn’t in the driveway, so she ran right up to her room.
Vi liked her summer house room even more then she liked her room back home. It had a mural of the beach at sunset covering the walls. Vi loved looking at the mural - the orangey-pink sky, the pinkish purple clouds, the brilliant golden sun peeking over the horizon. The waves crashing over the empty beach, white foam at the tips. The lone seagull flying off into the distance…
Only a brilliant artist could truly capture the beauty of the beach at sundown - and Kyle’s mural did just that. His name was signed at the bottom in careful, beautiful script. Vi let out a dreamy sigh, reminiscing memories.
“Better hurry, Meghan’s getting impatient!” Mark called, barging into Vi’s room, then ran back outside, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Vi quickly un-zippered her suitcase and found her bikini. She slipped off her clothes and put the bathing suit on, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the back of the door as she did so.
Vi grinned with satisfaction. The bikini was black with rainbow polka-dots. The black complimented Vi’s raven-black hair, while the colorful polka dots matched her personality - bubbly and exciting. Vi grabbed her beach towel and ran downstairs.
Meghan was tapping her foot impatiently, holding both her and Vi’s surfboards under her arm. When she caught sight of Vi, she smiled.
“I love it!” she said, complimenting Vi’s bathing suit.
“I like yours, too.” Vi said. Meghan was wearing an aqua-colored bikini that matched her eyes.
“Say no more- I know I’m a ten.” Meghan joked, dropping the surfboards and striking a model pose. Vi laughed and picked up her surfboard.
“Come on, let’s go!”

- - -

It was close to midnight, and Meghan, Vi, Mark, and Kyle were sitting on the beach, staring up at the sky.
“Kyle, tell us!” Meghan demanded, giving her brother a playful push.
“Yea File, fell uff!” Mark agreed, his mouth full of hot dog.
Vi said nothing, simply stared at Kyle.
“Alright, I’ll tell you.” he finally agreed. The other three teenagers all stared at him, waiting.
“So, tell us!” Meghan exclaimed.
Kyle smiled. “Tonight, a shooting star’s going to pass over Cape Cod. In just a few minutes, actually. I wanted to keep you guys out here so we could all make a wish on the star.” Kyle explained.
Meghan snorted. “That’s stupid. You wish won’t come true, it’s all just make believe. I’m gonna go surf.” Meghan stood up, grabbed her surfboard, and ran back into the ocean. Mark nodded apologetically and followed her.
Kyle looked a little upset, but his face brightened when he realized Vi was still sitting next to him.
“You’re not leaving?”
“No.” Vi said with a small smile. “I believe in magic.”
Kyle smiled. “Great. Do you know what you’re gonna wish for? I do.”
Vi shook her head. “No clue.” she said, although she knew exactly what she wanted to wish for: for Kyle to like her as more then just a friend.
“We could think of wishes alphabetically…” Kyle suggested. “Hmm, let’s see. ‘A’… do you want to wish for an aardvark? Or ‘B’… no, you wouldn’t want to wish for barf…”
Vi laughed. Kyle was such a goofball.
Suddenly, a cry rose up from the crowd waiting on Nauset Beach to see the shooting star. “There it is!” someone shouted, pointing towards the sky.
A brilliant, white, glowing ball of light was streaking across the sky from behind the beach. Everyone craned their heads up to watch the star pass by.
Vi clasped her hands together and silently sent her wish up to the stars.
A minute later, the star was gone, beyond the horizon, just like the glowing sun in Kyle’s mural.
It took Vi a minute to realize Kyle was holding her hand. She gasped when she looked down and saw.
“You wanna know what I wished for, Vi?” Kyle asked, smiling. His big blue eyes were staring deep into Vi’s dark ones.
“W..what?” Vi asked, excitement building up inside of her, as Kyle gave her the answer she had been waiting to hear.
“I wished for you.”

EEP! That's awesome!!

Lol, you think so? I didn't that it was that good, but okay!

Aww! I loved that! Super sweet!

Aww; so sweet! For a short story, this one was great!

I loved it.

Glad you guys liked it!

Thats a good story! Your very talented.

Thanks!

I love it!

Yayy xD I thought you didn't like romancey stuff, Sweety!

I don't. I just like it because it's an awesome story. xD

Ahahah xD

I loved it SOOOOOOO much!

Thanks Amber

Aw, that's so sweet!

Hey WL1! I havent talked to you in forever!

I know! XD But anyway, awesome short story. =]

xD Thankies!

No problem. :]

=]

Aww, that's sweet. Great story!

Thankies ratty

I just reread it cuz I'm bored. I love this line:

“We could think of wishes alphabetically…” Kyle suggested. “Hmm, let’s see. ‘A’… do you want to wish for an aardvark? Or ‘B’… no, you wouldn’t want to wish for barf…”