Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2006 17:42:58 -0800
From: jaden.scott@adelphia.net
Subject: Lover's Lane Epilogue

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LOVER'S LANE

by Jaden Scott



EPILOGUE
	
**JADEN'S POINT OF VIEW**

I found an open space in the parking lot and eased my car into it.  I was
at a new restaurant that had just opened on the other side of town.  It was
called 'Buffalo Wild Wings', but Lane referred to it as 'BW3's'.  I guess
the restaurant chain had just recently undergone a name change.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon on a lazy Wednesday afternoon in late
July.  Lane and I had finished moving into our new house a little over two
weeks ago.  Nick and Kelly were living with us.  From our house, it was
only about a fifteen-minute drive to downtown Boston.  It was an easy
distance for Lane to get to school and we were close to our parents and
other relatives.

Lane was working at his landscaping job today, so I had some time to
myself.  I was pumped because I had just sold an article to a highly
respected and well-known publication.  It was the second such free-lance
article I had sold in as many weeks.  Writing was my passion, and I was
happy that I could make some money doing something I loved so much.

Today was an interesting and exciting day.  I was going to start writing
something, a much different project than the types of articles I had been
doing recently.  The idea for this project started with a suggestion
Dr. Swatt made to me.  We had lunch a few days ago to catch up with each
other.  It had only been a short time since I stopped seeing her, but I
think we both missed each other.  During that lunch, Dr. Swatt suggested I
start writing a journal, and maybe chronicle the events that had happened
to me during my life, especially this past year.

I entered the restaurant and found a booth in the far corner of the large
dining room.  I was happy because I was secluded and away from the main
walkway.  I barely had a chance to get seated before a waiter came by.

"Can I get you something to drink??" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'll take a lemonade." I replied automatically.

"Great.  I'll be right back." He said.

Before the waiter had taken three steps away from me, I suddenly yelled out
to him.

"Wait a minute!!" I shouted.  The water turned back and looked at me.

"Yes??"

"Forget the lemonade.  Get me a beer...a Bud Light." I said.  I thought he
was going to card me, but he just nodded his head in acceptance.

"Okay." He replied and took off again.

I had just gotten out my brand new notepad and pen when the waiter
returned.  He set the glass of beer down in front of me.

"Can I get you anything else??" He asked.

"I might order some food...later." I replied noncommittally.

"Fine.  I'll check back with you in a little while."  Before I had a chance
to respond, he took off again.  He was a speedy little guy!!

I stared at the glass of beer in front of me and smiled.  I guess Lane was
right!!  I vowed at St. Patrick's Day never to touch another beer again,
but here I was, beer in hand.  Oh man, when Lane finds out about this, he
is going to tease me for a long, long time.

I looked down at the blank pages of the notepad as it was lying on the
table.  I took a swig of my beer (yuck!!) and I picked up my pen.
Dr. Swatt's idea of writing a journal hadn't seemed very interesting to me
when she suggested it, but the idea lingered in my brain.  Last night,
inspiration hit me and I figured out what I wanted to do.  I decided to
write a detailed account of my life after 'IT' happened and through to
falling in love with Lane.  I thought it might be fun to write it like I
was telling a story.  I didn't have all of the details worked out, but I
knew I was on to something.

My main concern was if I could capture, with words, what it felt like to
fall in love with Lane, and how horrible and traumatic 'IT' had been for
me.  I wasn't sure, but I was going to try.  The one thing Dr. Swatt said
that I agreed with completely was it would be beneficial to me to try and
express and capture all of my emotions by writing.  Despite the bad things
that had happened to me, what I wanted to do was tell a love story...the
story of how one person changed my life through love.

I put the point of my pen on the paper and let my mind go.  Like I always
did when I first started writing anything, I let my stream of consciousness
take over and dictate my hand movements.

'I don't think anyone would describe me as particularly outgoing.  I've
never heard the word 'extrovert' and my name used in the same sentence.
Most people that know me would say I was 'shy'.  I would have to add the
word 'painfully' to complete...'


THE END