Fireworks

Fireworks

Every year on July 4th, Mayor Jones privately pays for a fireworks show at Crystal Cove, Ohio. There is a small island out in the middle of Lake Erie where hundreds of fireworks are lit and explode into all kinds of colors directly above the lake. Almost everyone in Crystal Cove loved to sit on the beach and watch the show, making it difficult to find a place to sit. But somehow my boyfriend, Fred Jones, always found a quiet place for us. And that's where we were going this year, to that special spot where it could just be me and him, alone, with no else around. I was lying on my bed, waiting impatiently for Fred to show up and take me to the beach.
"Come on! How long does it take?!" I moaned into my pillow. Fred texted me an hour ago and said he was on his way to pick me up, and the drive from his house to my house was probably only thirty minutes. Finally the doorbell rang and in my excitement, I accidently rolled off of the bed, bringing my purple blankets with me. I swiftly kicked my feet out of the entanglement of blankets and sprinted to my door. I opened the door with such force that it slammed into the wall, knocking a few pictures to the floor.
"Daphne Blake!" My father, Barty Blake, called from somewhere inside the Blake mansion. I heard a door open at the end of the hallway and I quickened my pace. Taking two stairs at a time, I flew down the staircase and opened the door, ignoring my father's call from behind me.
"Daphne Blake, get back here this instant!" He yelled.
"Daphne? What's going on?" Fred asked me with a perplexed look on his face. I clutched his hand and began running to his Koenigsegg Agera 2011 that his father bought him for a birthday present. I released his hand and ran over to the passenger side, the door already opening and lifting up in the air.
"Buckle up," Fred said as he climbed inside. As I did, he spun the car around and sped off towards the beach.
"Daphne, what was all that about?" Fred asked, his eyes never leaving the road.
"Did you tell him you were pregnant or something because it sounded like he really flipped out…" I saw that his features grew tense and he swallowed hard.
"You're pregnant aren't you? How could that have happened?! We used protection!" He said, his head slamming back into the headrest.
"Freddie! Calm down, I'm not pregnant. When I left my room I knocked down some pictures off of the wall. He just overreacted a bit, that's all." Fred took his eyes off of the road and smiled at me. The last thing I felt before my mind went back to that night was Fred's hand slowly wrapping around mine.

Flashback:
"Okay Daphne, your father and I will be gone for about two hours; you know the rules, right?"
"Yes mom, no boys over and no parties. Don't worry, I'm just going to watch some TV," I said, putting my hands on my hips in annoyance. I hated when my parents always had to have me recite the rules in front of them to make sure I knew them. It wasn't going to stop Freddie from coming over.
"Bye dear," she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek and followed my dad out to their awaiting limo. I watched the limo pull away from the driveway and waited until it was out of sight before I pulled my iPhone out and began to text Fred.
Hey baby! My parents just left for dinner, so they'll be gone for about two hours! Wanna come over? <3
After I hit the send button I climbed the staircase to my bedroom and belly flopped onto it. My cell phone instantly began to ring out the song Love Story by Taylor Swift. I have loved that song ever since it came out about four years ago. I unlocked my iPhone and read Fred's text.
On my way, so excited to see you baby. I love you <3
I smiled and quickly typed I love you too! <3 into the text message box and hit send. I began to faintly hear a pitter patter sound against the window; with curiosity taking over me, I walked over to the French doors that led to my bedroom's balcony and pulled the purple curtains aside. I looked out to see rain pouring down softly, then it gradually became harder and harder. It felt like seconds that I gazed at the rain, but it turned out to be minutes. I jumped at the sound of the doorbell and then realized it was just Freddie. With excitement, I ran down the stairs and pulled open the door; the smile disappeared from my face as I saw Fred standing before me, shivering and drenched with water.
"What happened?" I asked him as I pulled him inside.
"Just in case, I parked my car down at the gas station on the end of your street, you know? Just so your parents don't see it if they come home early or something." He said. I leaned up and kissed his cheek, leading him up the stairs to my bathroom.
"Let me see if daddy has any clothes you could borrow," I quickly walked into my parent's room and dug around in their closet until I found some grey sweat pants and a plain black shirt. I walked back into my room and found Fred in my bathroom sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
"Here you go," I said, handing him the clothes. He placed them on the counter and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his glorious six pack. He stood up and pulled his jeans off as well, revealing his black boxers. I smiled and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and placing a long, gentle kiss on his soft lips.
"I think I know a way you could… get warmer," I said seductively, pulling his boxers down about a centimeter to emphasis what I meant. He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine.
"I like that idea. But are you sure?" I smiled and walked out of the bathroom, shutting my bedroom door on the way, before finally plopping down on the bed.
"I've been ready for this for a long time," I said. He smiled and walked over to the bed…
End Flashback:

"Daphne, it's starting in two minutes," Fred said. I shook my head and looked around, Fred's Koenigsegg Agera was parked a couple feet away and we were sitting on the beach. I was encased in Fred's arms and we were lying in the sand, looking up at the sky. I guess my flashback took up the whole drive here.
"That night was amazing," I said in a dreamy voice, straining my neck forward and planting a kiss on Fred's neck.
"What night?"
"When we… you know?" I said, not really sure if I should say the word "sex" out loud or not. I felt his lips caress my cheek and I smiled.
"Oh, that night. That was… one of the best nights of my life," he said slowly. I smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss. Once our lips met, we heard a boom and saw a purple flash. We pulled away and saw a shower of purple sparks in the sky. Then a burst of blue and white went up and exploded out in all directions, followed by many other explosions of colors. About thirty minutes of this went on until it became absolutely silent. I pulled out my iPhone; it was 10:30, meaning that the fireworks were done for this year.
"It's over," I said. Fred sighed and released me from his embrace, allowing me to stand up. I walked over to his car and waited for him to get up and follow me, but he just sat there and stared straight ahead.
"You coming, Freddie?" I asked. He shook his head no and turned around to face me.
"Let's stay here for a few more minutes. Is that okay with you?" He questioned me. I nodded and went back over to him; he opened his arms and then wrapped them around me, slightly rocking me back and forth as he brushed his lips across my cheek. I looked up into the sky and was surprised to see a small blimp slowly flying over the horizon with words scrolling across it. It was one of those blimps that have digital text on it.
"Look at that Freddie," I said, pointing to the blimp. We kept staring at it, and it seemed to get close and closer to us. There were words being scrolled across it in purple.
"It says something," I whispered, squinted to read it.
"Tell me what it says," Fred said while I continued to squint. After a minute, I could finally read the sentence and I gasped. It said "Will you marry me Daphne? <3"
I looked at Fred, tears forming in my eyes. This couldn't be for me, could it? There must be some other girl named Daphne at this beach.
Fred dug around in his pocket and pulled out a diamond engagement ring that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.
"Daphne Ann Blake, will you marry me?" he asked simply, looking into my eyes. I shook my head yes as happy tears started to slowly pour down my cheeks. Fred gently grabbed my hand and slid the ring onto my engagement finger.
"I love you, Daphne," he said in a sweet and truthful voice.
"I love you, too, Freddie," I whispered. Our lips met and we shared a tender kiss that sent tingles through my body. This was, by far, the best Fourth of July ever!