The Soul of Me (Part 7) (standard:romance, 4191 words) [7/11] show all parts
Author: Maya	Added: May 15 2001	Views/Reads: 2549/1778	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Heidi's telephone conversation with Aaron...Dr. Randall's examination.

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you why I think you’re cute.”  He was really enjoying this. 

“Don’t tease me, Aaron.  I don’t think I could take it.”  I really
wanted to change subjects.  “I know I’m not cute.  I know what I look 
like.” 

“Heidi...”  I interrupted him. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you why you are so cute.  You’ve got the most beautiful
brown eyes I’ve ever seen.  You have the face of an angel.  You’re 
perfect.  You’re kind and considerate, you seem to treat everyone as an 
equal.  Your body is...well, you know.”  I was going to say sexy, but I 
thought I’d be giving to much of myself away if I said that.  “There, 
does that answer your question.”  I probably sounded miffed, but I was 
actually just very uncomfortable talking about this.  I’d only told 
Jody  about what I thought of Aaron.  I felt vulnerable again.  I hate 
that feeling. 

“Ah...the face of an angel.  Thanks.”  Good, now maybe we could drop
this subject and talk about something a little closer to my comfort 
zone – like school work.  “Now it’s my turn.”  Why couldn’t he just 
drop this. 

“Aaron, please don’t.” 

“Don’t what?”  He didn’t know what this was doing to me. 

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.  Let’s just drop this
okay.”   I didn’t want to hear lies – not from Aaron. 

“Heidi...” 

"Oh. You know what?  My mom’s calling me." I lied.  "I have to go. I’ll
see you tomorrow. Bye." I hung up without waiting to hear what he was 
going to say. 

********************** 

I feel his arms holding me tight.  His breath caresses my cheek like
soft feathers.  For an eternity we do not move – we do not speak.  It 
is enough to touch and be touched. 

“Heidi.”  He whispers my name gently from his soul to mine.  The sound
is magical.  It causes my heart to flutter and my mind to soar. 

His hand reaches up and cups my chin.  He delicately lifts my face until
we are looking into each other’s eyes.  His eyes are full of love.  
They see only me.  My eyes reflect his love.  I see only him. 

We are drawn towards each other until we finally meet in  an explosion
of intense love and exquisite emotion. 

His lips, meeting mine for the first time, are soft and warm.  I feel
safe – protected from every ill feeling or unfavorable word.  I am 
cocooned within his embrace. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.  We
continued to kiss, not wanting this feeling to end. 

Slowly we begin move together as one in a beautiful dance that is ours
alone.  The wind wraps its loving arms around us as we are lifted from 
the ground.  We tremble against each other as we soar higher and 
higher.  The stars shine only for us. The moon greets us with its  
brilliant light.  We shiver as we are carried over the distant horizon. 


All too quickly, the wind dies, and we are deposited gently on a
beautiful hill away from those that cannot understand our love. 

Our bodies separate, but our souls will never be apart. 

He takes my hand, intertwining his long elegant fingers with my small
delicate ones.  He leads me to the edge of a deep, dark lake.  The lake 
is peaceful.  The waves lap at our feet as if to say welcome. 

He pulls me to him and looks into my eyes once again.  Once again I see
only his love for me.  We meet for another tender, yet passionate kiss. 


“Aaron.”  I breathe his name. He is my breath.  He is my life and my
reason for living. 

I melt into him.  I am no longer Heidi.  He is no longer my angel, my
love.  We are a unique essence.  Neither of us complete without the 
other.  One mind, one body, one soul. 

**************** 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...”Aaron...”  I sighed as I awoke from the most
amazing dream I had ever had.  It seemed so real.  I could still feel 
Aaron’s fingers wrapped around mine.  The details were not there, but 
the feelings the dreamed created still lingered. 

I wanted to go back to sleep - To pick up where I left off.   In my
dream Aaron was mine.  I was his.  This is all I ever wanted.  Awake, I 
could never have him. ‘Still,’  I thought to myself.  ‘That was a good 
dream.’ 

I stretched and yawned and managed to get myself out of bed.  I showered
and dressed and got ready for school. 

I remembered that  had a doctor’s appointment today.  Two, in fact.  I
couldn’t say I was exactly looking forward to them.  Far from it, but I 
did, at least, feel like I was doing something about the way I had been 
feeling lately.  I wasn’t just a bystander in my own life anymore.  
That was definitely something. 

I went down to grab some breakfast before I headed off to school.  My
mom was in the kitchen.  I could smell bacon frying.  Wow, I couldn’t 
remember the last time I had a hot breakfast on a weekday. 

“Morning, Mom.”  I said as I went to give her a quick kiss.  “Wow.  You
cooked breakfast.  What’s the occasion?” 

“No occasion at all.”  She seemed a lot happier today.  “I figured since
I was taking the morning off I might as well make some breakfast.  
Don’t get used to it.” 

I giggled.  “I won’t.”  I sat down at the table and started eating. 
“So, what’s the plan for today?” 

“Well, Since your appointment is at 10. You have two choices.  You can
take the morning off with me, or you can go to school and I’ll pick you 
up about 9:30.  Which do you want to do.” 

I thought for a few moments.  I really would like to take the morning
off.  After all, what red-blooded American teen wouldn’t take time off 
school if given the chance.  On the other hand, I did miss quite a bit 
of school over the last two days.  I should go to school. 

“I think I’ll take the morning off with you.”  I am a red-blooded
American teen.  What can I say? 

“Great.  We could use some mother – daughter time.” 

“I’d better call Jody, though.  She might panic and come looking for
me.”  I finished my breakfast, got up from the table, grabbed the phone 
and dialed Jody’s number.  If I was  lucky, she hadn’t left for school, 
yet. 

“Hello.”  No, she was still at home. 

“Hi, Jody.  It’s me.” 

“Hi, Heidi.  What’s up?” 

“I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t going to be in school this
morning.  It’s no big deal.  I just didn’t want you to think anything 
was wrong.” 

“So, if you’re not going to school, what are you doing this morning?” 

“I have an appointment with my regular doctor at 10.  Mom’s taking the
morning off, so we’re just going to do mom - daughter stuff.” 

“Sounds like fun. I’m glad you let me know.”  She sounded awfully happy
this morning. 

“You sound cheerful.  What’s up?” 

“Remember Clark?” 

“It’s only been about 16 hours.  Of course I do.” 

“Well, I went and watched him during practice.  He was so sexy running
up and down that court.  I don’t even know if he was good, I just know 
I was certainly enjoying the view.” 

“Okay, so you’ve got the hots for this guy.” 

“It’s more than that.  Let me finish my story.” 

“Okay.  Okay.” 

“So anyway.”  She paused for effect.  “After practice he came over and
asked me to wait while he got cleaned up.  Then he’d take me home.  Of 
course I waited.” 

“Of course you did.”  I couldn’t help playing with her. 

“Hey, you gonna let me finish, or what.” 

“Jeez, you’re crankier than I thought.  Finish already.  You’re going to
be late for school.” 

“Okay.  Well, he gets done doing whatever big...sexy...sweaty...
guys...” 

“Jody.”  I admonished 

“Okay, alright.”  She was enjoying every minute of this.  “He did
whatever he had to do then he came out and we got in his car and he 
started to take me home.” 

“That’s what got you all cheerful?” 

“I’m getting to it.” 

“I hope so.”  I said sarcastically.  Her cheerful mood was getting me in
a good mood, too. 

“Well, on our way home he says ‘I’m kind of hungry.  Do you mind if we
stop for something to eat?’  I was kind of hungry, too.  So I said ‘No. 
 That sounds like a good idea.’   We stopped at that burger place on 
Main St, you know the one, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“He was so nice.  He paid for my dinner and everything.  You’d really
like him.  He’s just really sweet.” 

“I’m sure he is.” 

“So, there we were, just talking and getting to know each other.  We
really clicked.” 

“I’m happy for you, Jody.”  I really was. 

“I’m not even to the good part, yet.” 

“Well, get there already.” 

“When we got to my house he parked and we talked some more.  About half
an hour later I saw my dad peak out the living room window.  I knew 
that was a sure sign that I’d better wrap this up.  I thanked Clark and 
started to get out of his car.  He stopped me and said, ‘Do you have a 
date for the prom?  Because if you don’t, I’d really like to take you.’ 
 Well, you know I was really surprised.  We hardly knew each other.  I 
said that to him, too.  He said, ‘Well, we’ve made a good start 
tonight.  We’ve still got a couple of weeks to get to know each other.  
Just say you’ll go with me.’  So, guess what I did.” 

Oh, this was going to tax my brain.  “You said yes.” 

“Yep.  Then you know what he did?” 

“What?”  As if I didn’t know. 

“He kissed me.  And let me tell you, he can sure kiss.  I was floating
all night long.” 

“Wow, that sounds great.  I’m glad you’re going to the prom.  I’ll bet
you’ll have a great time.” 

“What do you mean me?  Clark told me that Aaron was going to take you. 
I thought we could double date.  Aren’t you going with him?” 

“I think that was a misunderstanding.  It’s a long story.  Kyle was
bugging me and Aaron was there and he sort of told Kyle he was taking 
me to the prom.  He just said it to get Kyle off my case.  He didn’t 
mean it.”  Too, bad I thought.  “It’s okay.  You know I hadn’t really 
planed on going, anyway.  I’d actually forgot it was coming up until 
Kyle mentioned it.” 

“Are you sure Aaron didn’t mean it?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.  Kyle probably already opened his big mouth.  That’s
probably how Clark heard Aaron was taking me.” 

“I don’t know.  I think you need to check with Aaron.” 

“I will.”  I would not.  I would look too desperate if I asked him if he
meant it about taking me to the prom.  I’d let Jody think I was going 
to, though. 

“Good.  It would be fun if we could all go together.” 

“Yeah.”  I said without too much enthusiasm. 

“Well, I’m already running late.  I’ll see you this afternoon.  Bye.” 

“Bye.” And we hung up. 

“That was an awfully long call just to tell someone you wouldn’t be in
school this morning.”  My mom had already finished clearing the table 
and was almost finished washing the dishes. 

“Jody had to tell me about a guy she met yesterday.  Apparently they
‘clicked’ as she said.  She’s going to the prom with him.”  I stepped 
up beside my mom and started drying the dishes.  “So, what are we going 
to do until my appointment?” 

“I thought maybe we’d go shopping.” 

“Sure.”  This was about as much enthusiasm as I could muster.  I hated
to go shopping.  Shopping always meant trying on clothes and looking in 
mirrors.  This was not something that boosted my self-esteem. 

“Come on. It’ll be fun.  I promise.” 

“Okay.”  I decided I would try to enjoy myself. 

After finishing the dishes, I ran upstairs and grabbed a jacket and my
backpack.  I figured mom would drop me off back at school after my 
doctor’s appointment. 

My mom was already waiting for me in the car.  Off we went – to the
local mall. 

We had a nice time.  I forgot how much I enjoyed my mother’s company. 
She even talked me into picking out a couple of new outfits.  The 
mirrors must have been playing tricks with me.  I didn’t feel like 
cringing when I saw myself in them. 

Unfortunately, before we knew it, it was time to start for Dr. Randall’s
office. 

Dr. Randall had his office in a small, two story building he shared with
three other practices.  His was one of the two suites on the second 
floor.  We were greeted by the medical clerk that ran the front desk.  
She was very pleasant as she checked us in.  We were then asked to take 
a seat and wait for my name to be called. 

It wasn’t long before I heard my name.  My mother started to get up, but
I turned to her and said, “I think I’d rather do this on my own.  I’m 
not twelve anymore.”  I said this with no hint of maliciousness.  It 
was the truth.  Mom just smiled back at me, nodded, and sat down again. 


I was then ushered back through a series of narrow corridors, stopping
just once for the nurse to weigh and measure me.  I was distracted by 
the friendly questions the nurse was asking me, so I manage to avoid 
looking at the scale.   I was eventually led to a small, white room 
with the ubiquitous paper covered examination table  The nurse finished 
taking my vitals and gave me a lovely paper gown to change into.  Then 
I was told the doctor would be right in to see me. 

‘Right in to see me’ ended up being about 20 minutes later.  I heard a
faint ‘knock, knock’ and the door slowly opened.  Dr. Randall smiled 
and held out his hand for me to shake.  “How are you today, Heidi?” 

“Fine.”  I say as I grasped his hand.  I always say ‘fine’ when people
ask me how I am.  Most people don’t really want to know, anyway.  It’s 
more of a conversation starter than an honest question.  Doctors, 
though, usually ask hoping for an actual answer.  Dr. Randall was the 
same. 

“Fine, huh?”  he said as he begins his examination.  “That’s not what I
heard.” 

‘Well,’ I thought, ‘here we go again.’ 

“I had a little problem a couple of days ago, but I’m feeling pretty
good right now.”  This was the honest truth.  Things seemed to be going 
well for me right now.  It was hard to believe that I ever had the 
intention of committing suicide. 

Dr. Randall continued his examination as he spoke to me.  “Did you know
that depression among teens is quite common?  You’re not alone.” 

“I know.  It sure feels like it sometimes, though.”  I smiled as I said
this.  “I think Dr. Lane with be able to help me.  Just having someone 
to talk to who is away from the situation will be helpful.” 

“I agree completely, but, I hope she and I can work together.  I’d like
to help you anyway I can, too.” 

“Thanks.  With you two both on my side, I can’t loose.”  I was always
trying to lighten the mood in most situations.  This situation was no 
different. 

“It won’t be easy, but there is a lot of help out there.” 

“I know.”  I said again. 

Dr. Randall completed the routine physical, and left me alone to get
dressed.  A few minutes later he returned, again softly knocking on the 
door before opening it. 

“Physically, you seem fine.”  Dr. Randall perched himself on a small,
round stool in front of me.  I was still sitting on the now wrinkled 
paper of the examination table.  “Do you have any questions for me?” 

“So, everything seems okay?”  I was a little curious about something. 

“Sure.  I mean, I’ll need to get the tests back, but superficially you
appear perfectly normal.” 

“What about my weight?”  I hated to talk about this.  I was usually 
ecstatic to get through an appointment without this being brought up.  
Today, I wanted to address it. 

“You’re weight could be lower.  I don’t want you to think this is not a
concern, but right now, with your current state of mind, it is more 
important what you think of yourself that what number shows up on a 
scale.” 

“So I shouldn’t worry about it?” 

“I didn’t say that.  Americans are overweight – generally.”  He pause
for effect.  “We live in a convenience society.  The art of walking 
just to get somewhere is gone.  We jump in a car, or ride a bus.  When 
we get hungry we grab fast food or a snack.  When we want entertainment 
we sit in front of the television or the computer or a movie screen.  
This has created an environment that promotes obesity.  It is 
difficult.  Look at me.” 

I looked at Dr. Randall.  He was right.  He wasn’t exactly svelte.  He
was not obviously overweight, but he did have a definite paunch around 
his middle. 

“You should worry about being healthy.  We all should.  The key is to
temper your worry with reality.” 

I nodded.  I wasn’t being scolded.  I wasn’t being told that I was fat
and it was all my fault.  I was being told that there are consequences 
to all actions.  In this case, eating the wrong things without the 
right activity results in obesity. 

“Genetics play a vital role in how someone is likely to deal with
environmental effects.  In other words, someone who has no history, or 
very little history, of obesity in their family will probably be able 
to eat more and do less and still maintain normal body weight than 
someone that has a history of obesity running through their family.  
Its sort of a double edged sword.” 

I nodded again. 

“My advice to you is the same advice I give to myself.  Get out there
and enjoy life.  Do things, anything that you can enjoy and that gets 
you out of the house.  Ride your bicycle, walk, skate, dance, shop, 
whatever you want.  Watch what you eat and eat only when you’re 
hungry.”  I think he saw something in my eyes because he took my hand 
and looked me in the eyes.  “Heidi, it’s not easy.  It will never  be 
easy.  Learn to love yourself and it will be that much easier to be 
good to yourself.  Okay?” 

I didn’t answer right away, but I thought about it.  He made sense.  I
smiled, and simply said “Okay.  I’ll try.” 

“Great.”  He released my hand and stood up.  “I’ll have a technician
draw some blood.  If you haven’t done so already, leave a urine sample 
before you go.  I’ll get the tests run as soon as possible and have the 
results sent to Dr. Lane as soon as I can.” 

“Okay.” 

“Have a good day, Heidi.  Call me if you need anything.”  With that he
turned, raised his hand in a brief wave, and left the room. 

I waited in the little room for the lab technician to draw some blood. 
When that was done, and they didn’t need me anymore, I went back out to 
the waiting room where my mom was still seated. 

“So, how did it go?”  She asked. 

“Fine.  He’ll have the tests sent to Dr. Lane as soon as he gets them. 
I guess I’m ready to go.” 

My mother and I walked out of the office together and out to the car. 

Checking her watch, my mother said, “It’s about 11:30 now.  Do you want
to get some lunch before I take you back to school?” 

“I probably have time to catch the last part of my French class before
my lunch period starts.  I can just eat lunch at school.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yep.” 

“Okay.  I’ll drop you off and I guess I’ll head back to work myself.  I
had a nice morning, Heidi.  We need to do more things together.” 

“I had a good time, too.”  I leaned in and gave her a hug.  “Thanks,
mom.” 

“What for?” 

“For your support, I guess.  For just being my mom.” 

I thought I saw a tear in my mom’s eye, but she brushed it away.  
“Thanks.  You just made my day.” 

“That’s what I’m hear for.”  Again, I was trying to lighten the mood. 
“So, you going to get me to school or am I going to have to walk?” 

“I’m going, I’m going.”  She started the car and we pulled out of the
parking lot. 

“How are you getting the Dr. Lane’s office tonight?  Do you need me or
Dad to pick you up?”  We were nearing the high school now. 

“No, it’s just down town.  I’m sure I can catch a bus.  It’s not a
problem.” 

“Next time. I’ll probably just have Dad take me to work and you can take
the car.” 

“It’s okay.  I don’t mind the bus.”  I hated the bus, but the ride down
town wouldn’t take very long.  I didn’t want to inconvenience my 
parents. 

“Well, here were are.”  My mom pulled into the parking lot. 

“Thanks again.”  I said as I leaned over to kiss my mom. 

“You’re very welcome.  I love you.” 

“I love you, too.  I’ll see you tonight.”  I closed the door and watched
as my mother drove off. 

My French class had just started.  I went to my locker to dump off my
backpack and headed off to class. 

********************* 

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