Part 8

That week went by slowly. I didn’t hear from Gaby hardly at all. They didn’t meet us Thursday like they usually did. I didn’t know if I would ever see her again. I had talked about going to Guadalajara, but I wasn’t sure when or even where to go once I got there? Karah talked to Gaby and conveyed some messages to me. There was a wedding on that Saturday, and Karah told me that the girls were going to the wedding with her. She said that I should show up, that way I could see Gaby before she left that Sunday. We had planned for me to go separately that way no one could know I was going there to meet up with them. But Gaby’s Aunt thought of that. Gaby's Aunt told them, that if I showed up at the wedding, they couldn’t go. They would have to leave. How would she know? Then I remembered Little Dan was going to be there too. That little spy would rat me out. I laughed at how retarded it all sounded. The Nerve of her Aunt! I didn’t know what grudge or problem her Aunt had with me, I thought I was an ok person. So after much what I like to call litigation, it was decided that I wouldn’t go to the wedding. We had my brother’s girlfriend involved, Karah’s dad involved, all pulling for me to go. But her Aunt wouldn’t have it. So I didn’t go. I stayed at home and hung out with Matt. I was a little pissed off, but more confused. I had no idea what they had against me. I think it was so stupid for them to act like that. But they did, and Gaby couldn’t do anything about it. Sunday came. I went to church, but left early with Karah, and we headed over to her house. Gaby and her cousin had stayed there from the night before, and I got to say my goodbyes. Her Aunt showed up to pick her up, which at the sight of me, didn’t look too happy. We hugged a long goodbye. Gaby told me to check my email. And then she left. Drove away just like that. So I went home that day and checked it. There was an email from her. It said something to the effect that she had so much fun with me, that she would miss me a whole bunch and that she didn’t want to leave. She promised to write and keep in touch. I would see her again. I wrote back, promised to visit her in a few months. But for now, she was gone, and I had a lot of work ahead of me.