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Simon meets a girl that brings out the best in him... or the worst.

I have one more day before I have to go to the basement so I try to make my day as interesting as possible. Today, I think I’m going to ask mom to take me into town so I can rent a movie at Mike’s Monster Movie Warehouse. I’m in the mood for something light hearted and fun so that when I’m in the basement it will be what’s at the forefront of my mind when the door shuts.

I’m sitting on the couch in our living room flipping through some old Better Homes and Garden magazines that my mom has an over abundance of when she walks up to me and places a scrapbook in my lap.

“Simon I want you to look at these old pictures of your father. His birthday is on Saturday and I want you to choose some so everyone who is at the Legion Hall will be able to remember him easier.”

“My pleasure, mom.”

I pick up the scrapbook and flip to the last page. It’s a picture of my dad and me when I was just a baby. I look to be around one or so. He has me on his shoulder and is pointing my butt at the camera. My mom wrote the words ‘The End’ just under my butt. She can be very creative when she wants to be.

“Mom, will you take me to the video store?” I ask as I remove the picture from the book.

“Honey, I have a lot to do before the party on Saturday. Why don’t you watch one of the videos in your room?” She says as she flutters around the house preparing for her party.

“Sorry mom. I just wanted something different to think about tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow?” She has obviously forgotten. It’s okay though, she’s got a lot on her mind.

“Tomorrow is when I have to go downstairs.” I say.

Her face goes from slightly confused to shocked to remorseful all in half a second.

“Oh my goodness! Simon, honey I am so sorry. I am so preoccupied with my own problems that I totally forgot what tomorrow is.” She sits next to me on the couch and cups my face in her hands. “You know I love you, right?

I smile at her and reach up touching her loving hands. They are warm and soft. Everything a mother’s hands should be.

“Yes mom, I know.” I see tears in her eyes. “It’s okay mom, honest. I’ll just watch a tape.”

“Oh no you’re not. Get your coat. If you want to watch a DVD instead of an old VHS tape I am going to be the one to get it for you.”

I stand up and put the scrapbook on the coffee table. I go to the coat hook and grab my gray hooded sweat jacket. I look back at my mom who is still sitting on the couch with her hands folded in her lap. She’s very pretty, my mom. I have never met anyone like her. Beautiful. Inside and out.

I look at my mom for a few moments more and she gets a huge smile across her face.

“What?” She says looking slightly embarrassed.

“I can see why he chose you to be my mom. You’re perfect.”

We pull up to Mike’s Monster Movie Warehouse in my mom’s 2008 Ford Mustang.

In 2007 my mom won one hundred thousand dollars for an essay she wrote on why she would best benefit from the money. The essay was about how she is a widowed single mother and is trying to raise a child that was found on her doorstep when she was only nineteen and living on her own.

It doesn’t bother me that she tells people that I’m not really hers. Most people can tell we’re not related as soon as they look at us. I’m 5’10” with jet black hair and blue eyes. I guess my body is slightly athletic. I don’t really know.

My mom is a short woman with blond hair and is heavy set. She is very pretty, but she put on weight after I killed my dad. She eats to make herself feel better. I understand why she does it. Everyone has that certain something that they do when they’re upset. I watch movies. Hence the trip to Mike’s Monster Movie Warehouse.

I open the door and remove my seatbelt. Mom looks at me and then puts her head down.

“I am so sorry Simon. I don’t know where my head is at today.”

“You were thinking about Dad. It’s alright, honest.”

“You’re such a good boy Simon. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

I smile at her and we both get out and head towards the door to the store. The front of the building is lit up with new movie posters and signs about the special deals Mike is having this week.

We walk inside and I can tell my mother is watching me very closely to see if my behavior changes. I glance back at her and mouth the words “I’m fine.” She nods and blows me a kiss. I catch it and rub it over my heart. That’s where I keep my mother’s love. I can see her let out a big sigh and relax a little.

The family section is rather huge so it takes me a moment to find what I’m looking for. I finally spot a movie that has always made me happy ever since I was a kid.

Mary Poppins.

I’m not sure why it has such an affect on me, but I think it has something to do with my mother. She’s like my “spoonful of sugar”.

I grab the box and head for the counter. I look at the back of the box and there is a picture of Dick Van Dyke as the chimney sweep. When I get to the counter and look up there is a girl smiling at me.

She has long brown hair that falls over her shoulders and dimples on both cheeks. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of green that I’m pretty sure would sparkle even if there was no light reflecting in them. She is wearing a necklace of a heart shaped key that is sticking out of front of her Monster Movie Warehouse uniform shirt.

“Hi.” She says and all other sound from the room disappears. I can feel my heartbeat increase and sweat beads appear on my forehead.

I want to say ‘hi’ but all I can do is nod sheepishly. She reaches her hand towards me and instinctively I reach up and shake it. She laughs. It’s a soft laugh that barely escapes her lips.

A smile that I can’t control covers my face.

“I need the movie.” Her eyes are locked on mine.

“Simon. My name is Simon.” I say.

“Hi Simon.”

“Hello…” I look at her name tag. “…Donald.”

She laughs again and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear and I lose my breath.

“My name is Evelyn”

“Sorry, I just thought…”

“That my name was Donald. No, no, no, It’s cool.” She says feigning hurt feelings.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“Oh no, I’m kidding.” She smiles at me. She has nice teeth. “My parents aren’t that mean. I still need your movie though.”

“Oh.” I look at the movie case then hand it to her. I totally forgot why I was there in the first place.

She looks at what I’ve chosen and raises an eyebrow. A hint of a smile is in her eyes.

“It makes me happy. Just like writing poetry makes you happy.”

“What? How did…”

“Simon.” I hear my mom say from near the door. “We need to go honey.”

I look at Evelyn and look back at my mom then back at Evelyn.

“I need to go. I’ll see you later. Maybe.” I start to walk away.

“Simon, you still need to pay.”

“Wow.” I kind of mumble as I pull out a five dollar bill from my pocket and place it on the counter.

“Okay, one dollar out of five.” She hands me my change. “See you, Simon.”

“Yeah, I hope so…I mean yeah, I would love that.”

“Simon?” My mom says waving me towards her.

“Okay…um yeah…take care Evey, I’ll see you in a week.”

I’m not sure why I called her Evey. It somehow felt appropriate.

She smiles a full mouth smile and I start backing away and I bump into a huge stack of previously viewed movies. I try to catch them but they just fall through my fingers scattering all over the floor.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll pick them up.” I start to pick them up and I hear my mom say “Seriously Simon?”

Evelyn steps out from behind the counter and begins to help me. I reach to pick up a copy of The Notebook when Evelyn’s hand touches mine for a split second and electricity runs up my arm to my brain. I see her react as well but she doesn’t let on. We pick up all the DVDs and place them back on the table.

I just look at her again planting all of her features in my memory. She waves to me and goes to help a customer who called her over.

Mom looks at me with a smirk on her face. “What was that about? Hmmm?”

I look at her and I can’t contain my giddiness. I smile and I let out a laugh . I close my eyes and all I can see is Evey’s beautiful face. I can only imagine what she smells like.

“Oh my goodness. Simon Chase you are blushing.” My mom says as she tries to hide in her magical laugh.

“Mom, I’ve never met another Angel, but I’m sure when God created us, she is what he based the rest of us on.”

“You should know, sweetheart.”

This girl is the most beautiful being I have ever seen.

She’s ‘practically perfect in every way.’

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