Jahnna N. Malcolm Quote

With one minute to spare, Madison arrived at the Space Needle. Her rose was hastily clipped into her short dark hair. Her cheeks were red from all of the mad rushing around. But she had made it on time.So had Jeremy. Once again he was waiting by the elevator that rode up to the top of the Space Needle. A somewhat faded blue carnation was pinned to the lapel of his jacket.Madison, who usually overplanned everything, hadn’t taken one second to plan what she would say when she finally met Blue face-to-face. A man with a bouquet of balloons passed by, and she ducked out of sight behind them. As she ran alongside the vendor, she hastily tried to collect her thoughts. So much was riding on this meeting, and she didn’t want to blow it.When the balloon man got close to the elevator tower, Madison jumped out from behind the balloons and hid by a corner of the tower. Her mind was still a complete blank. But she couldn’t leave Jeremy standing there for another minute. So she inched her way along the wall until she was safely hidden behind the post he was leaning against.Madison checked the TechnoMarine watch she’d borrowed from Piper. It was nearly five minutes after four. Time was running out! She had to say . But what?Barely a foot away, she heard Jeremy exhale in frustration, and her heart sank. When he made a move to leave, her hand shot out from behind the pillar and caught hold of his.Blue? she whispered. Please don’t turn around.Jeremy didn’t move. Okay, he said warily.I’m trying to find the words to tell you what our letters have meant to me, she whispered. And how much your friendship means to me.Jeremy nodded. It’s been important to me, too. He started to turn around, but Madison tugged his arm, hard.Don’t look, yet. Please!Jeremy quickly turned his head away. All right, but--Madison didn’t let him finish. She squeezed her eyes shut and started babbling. I didn’t know who you were until last Friday--which, incidentally, turned out to be about the most important day of my life. And when I knew it was you, I just didn’t know how to tell you that I was me. You once told me I was cold and heartless, and I just couldn’t bear it if you said it again. Everything has been so perfect, I just don’t want to blow it, and now that we’re standing here holding hands, I don’t want to let go--So don’t, a voice whispered, very close to her cheek.