The Problem With Love
This story is dedicated to Someone who enjoys my writing, Melissa. I hope you enjoy :).
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the Problem With Love.
She ducked down behind the curtain as he looked up at her window. The new neighbour. The Adonis! The most beautiful boy on earth!
Sitting on her bed, homework piled around her, her heart pounding with that one glance, she wondered if he would be at school tomorrow….her school? Which class? He looked her age. Would he be in her class? She melted with excitement, and that’s when it happened the first time.
At school the next day, an hour in to the morning, her teacher startled her up from her book by tapping his ruler on his desk. As she looked up she saw him. Dark, tall, lanky even. Dark fringe falling over one eye. She caught his blush as he was introduced to the class and saw his nervousness as he flicked the fringe back….the cutest thing she had EVER seen. He looked straight at her and that’s the second time it happened.
In the Department of Psychic Reasearch they ran a load of tests on her. The intense interest around her was palpable. After all, not everyday did they have documented proof of levitation. Thank heavens for mobile phones that, although meant to be handed in at the start of school had been surreptitiously stowed away, only to be brought out with all speed to capture the schoolgirl floating 3ft off the floor.
Nothing they did could induce her to rise however so they decided to go back to source; her school.
Nothing.
With promises to contact them if anything should happen again, the Department left her with her worried parents. After discussions about new schools and changes in diets, the mother calmed down enough to let her go back to normal life. Quite rightly her father pointed out that moving her now could just make the situation worse.
The next time it happened was in the school gym. Playing basketball against the boys, the girls were losing if only slightly. She had the ball and as she tried for the net her hand brushed against Alan’s. The ball was tipped into the basket very easily as she was almost level with it.
The girls team was furious. Being disqualified for cheating was not what they had in mind and she was banned from the team.
As she grew into a young woman she left to go to college. Levitation was almost forgotten as she carved out a new life. However, when she left college to head for university, and saw him across campus, heard the screams from below her, she finally put two and two together. It was Alan causing it. She needed to meet him, talk, perhaps that would stop it. If she saw he was not as gorgeous in real life as she had made him it to be, then she would come back to earth.
the next time she saw him was later that week where, with her pockets full of rocks and her bag filled with Dumbbells she had borrowed from the gym, she plucked up her courage and found him in the library. He smiled shyly at her and then caught her hand as she started to rise. Dragging her down beside him he whispered, ‘it’s me, isn’t it?’
They stuck together through uni and got good jobs close to each other, meeting for lunch every day. She kept a silk belt on so if she got over happy he could bring her back down, gently.
He asked her to marry him whilst on a fairground ride, whilst strapped in. Took 6 sessions of loops and whirls before she could leave it. They both felt quite ill afterwards but she was now promised to him.
They married outside, in the formal gardens of the local Hall. At the wedding the bride and groom looked resplendent in their bridal wear saying their vows
She was at her happiest. The best day of her life and, when they reached towards each other, they both smiled softly, thankful for the gold padlock and chain around their ankles, holding them at ground level.
Behind them, 40 guests gently rose above their chairs.
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Isabella Shores
