A Short Story About Love: Paper Planes That Win A Heart
The sun shined brightly up in the sky, and Sean could see it through his window. He wished it would give him the energy he needed for the day but the more he looked at it, the more it seemed to scream that his day was just nowhere near as bright. With a sigh, he set aside his blanket and got up, even though the only thing that really appealed to him at the moment was to curl right back to bed. In fact, he would have just done that, if it weren't for the beep that came from his phone.
His heart made a loud thud as he slid the lock screen slowly. Someone seemed to be drumming on his heart as he stared at the 1 new message icon.
With nothing but hope in his heart, he finally clicked it open.
Disappointment immediately hit him. What had been beating wildly a while ago now lay dormant in his chest. It was just another advertisement text; it wasn't her. Which could only mean one thing: she was still mad at him. He couldn't help slumping backward on his bed as the realization sank in.
Jaynee, his Jaynee, his girlfriend of three years, still refused to talk to him. All because he had to act like a jealous boyfriend last night on their Fellowship Night. But he was her boyfriend, didn't he have the right? And from the way he remembered it, he didn't do anything wrong.
"And the Star of the Night goes to..." the emcee had said, looking at the crowd. "Jaynee Bridge."
Jaynee had gotten up while Sean had clapped the hardest, hooting and hollering with their other friends. Pictures were taken, and more pictures were taken. Friends and schoolmates flocked from wherever; Sean couldn't even get close.
At first he was okay with it, boasting and bragging that Jaynee was his girlfriend. But the last straw for him was when he saw hands-boy hands-around Jaynee's shoulder, hands that clasped hers, hands on her waist! Now any sane boyfriend wouldn't just sit in the sideline and watch, right? Of course he had to finally march in front of the camera, take her girlfriend's hand and whisk her away from everyone. No one could blame him, right?
Ugh. Sean covered his face with a pillow. Well okay, maybe he was... a bit immature. Especially when he started harping on her dress and blaming her for winning the darn stupid award. It wasn't his girlfriend's fault that she was pretty and well-liked.
He groaned again, realizing how much of an idiot he really had been last night, and not to mention rude to their friends for taking Jaynee away like that. No wonder she wasn't talking to him; he had ruined their last junior night.
Now, he could either let her anger subside or he could try again and risked facing her wrath. He didn't have to think twice. He dialed her number.
Jaynee's phone beeped again, bringing it to life. She didn't have to look at it to know who the message was from. Sean had been calling her nonstop since the morning and when the guy eventually realized she wasn't picking up, he resorted to spamming her inbox.
Jaynee's fingers twitched, tempted to open her boyfriend's messages. She missed him already, but when she remembered what he did last night, her feeling of disappointment towards him resurfaced and the thought of teaching him a lesson just sprang right back.
She was okay with him being jealous. In fact, she found it sweet and Sean cute. She was even okay when he blamed her dress and complained immaturely; he looked adorable then. What she wasn't okay with though, was when Sean refused to apologize for his behavior. He had been rude, and when he didn't admit that he had done anything wrong at all, he had killed the mood and they had to go straight home on their last junior night.
She would talk to him at the end of the day; Sean would have reflected on his actions by that time.
Her phone beeped again, and before Jaynee's will could crumble, she picked up her phone and took the battery out. Then she just lay back in bed, astounded as she finally realized that it was the first day of summer, and here she was inside their house. The thought made her feel sleepy. She was closing her eyes when she heard a series of thwack from the balcony.
Jaynee's room was at the second floor of their two-storey house. Whatever made the noise got her curious and made her get up. She walked towards the balcony and swept the curtains aside, just in time to see another paper airplane hit her glass door and crashed down, joining a couple more airplanes on the floor.
She slid the glass door open and bent down to pick up an airplane. Realizing something was written inside, she carefully unfolded it, revealing Sean's messy handwriting.
I miss you.
The words immediately tugged at her heart and she picked up another one just as another flying airplane landed on the floor.
I was a jerk.
She picked up another.
I was very rude.
Talk to me.
I will seriously cry in front of your house now.
Tempting, she thought but knew better. Before another airplane could add to the pile at her feet, she stood up and peered below. Sean was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and was busy scribbling another message. Beside him was a stack of clean sheets of paper, ready to be written upon and folded into an airplane. When Sean finished folding the most recent one and looked up to throw it, Jaynee almost laughed out loud. The guy really was close to tears; Jaynee's heart almost melted right then and there. Almost.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent.
The visible shift on Sean's expression just upon hearing her voice couldn't have been more obvious. He stood and looked up at her.
"Missing you," he said sincerely, his eyes fixed on hers. "I'm sorry, Jaynee. I was stupid. I was immature. I was... jealous." Sean said the last word so softly Jaynee wouldn't have understood it if she wasn't looking at him intently. "I should have apologized. I shouldn't have ruined our night. I'm sorry."
Jaynee just looked at him and Sean was almost afraid to say another word. Almost.
"Jaynee, please say something."
Her lips finally curled into a smile. "Okay. We're good."
"We are? Can I come up now? My neck is aching."
Jaynee laughed at that.
Half a minute later, Sean was opening Jaynee's door. His girlfriend was still at the balcony, going over his paper airplanes. He walked slowly and paused, and just stared at his girlfriend.
Jaynee smiled up at him and even though he had seen it countless times, it never failed to make his heart flutter.
He opened his arms and Jaynee stepped into his embrace, her body fitting perfectly against his. "I'm sorry, too, Sean. For not talking to you sooner."
"Hey, we're good now. It doesn't matter." He hugged her tighter.
"Actually, you had me at 'missing you'," Jaynee mumbled against his chest. "What you'd have said after that wouldn't have mattered."
Sean pulled away and laughed. "You cheeky little thing."
"You love this cheeky little thing." Jaynee grinned right back.
Sean had never looked upon anyone as beautiful. Bridging the gap between them, he kissed her, knowing his heart would speak louder than his words.