"Love in the Making"
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Sarah Littleton, in her 16-year-old voice, and a furrowed brow.
“I’m sure. I’ve thought about it a long time and it’s time.” Lewis Lattimore replied, trying to assure Sarah with his own voice in the last stages of changing.
16 was a terrible age to experience a voice that was alto one minute and tenor the next.
“Don’t you think it’s risky? What if we get caught doing it?”
“We’re way out in the country, Sarah. Nobody’s going to see us or even come by when we do it.”
“I don’t know. It looks quiet now, but we won’t hear anybody drive upon us until it’s too late. They’ll know what we’re doing.”
“Don’t worry so much. It’s gonna be fine. You’ll see. I want to express my love for you and this will mean a lot to me and hopefully to you.”
“Why now, though? Why don’t we wait for a better time? Maybe when it’s a moonlit night? You don’t have to, right now, I mean.”
“I’ll be fine, my sweet.”
“Have you done this before, with someone else?”
“I’m happy to say, no. You’re the first and I’m really excited to be able to express my love for you.”
“What if someone finds out what we did? We could be in big trouble!”
“No one’s going to find out unless you tell them. Hand me the spray paint will ya? I can’t wait to get started on this bridge. Nobody’s messed it up yet. It’ll look great with our nicknames for each other, written on the pristine cement.”