Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

“Mom! I’m home!” I called as I opened the door.
“IT’S MINE!” Was the first thing I heard when I walked in the door. I saw the twins, Kylie and Samantha, playing tug-of-war with a stuffed animal.
“Hey, hey.” I said, trying to stop the fight, “Kylie, doesn’t yours have a pink tag instead of a purple one?” They stopped and looked at me.
“Yeah…” Kylie said slowly, eyeing me.
“I saw that one in the living room this morning.”
“Oh.” Kylie said, dropping the dog’s tail that she was pulling. She ran off towards the living room.
“Hey Sam, where’s Mom?” I asked absent-mindedly.
“I’m right here, honey.” My mom said, coming into the room.
I grinned, “You’ll never believe who I ran into at Starbucks.”
My mom blinked, “I don’t know, who?”
“Ian!” I exclaimed
Mom looked confused, “Ian? Ian who?” She asked.
“Ian Jackson!” I cried.
She gasped, “Ian Jackson! Oh, my goodness! How old is he now, oh, I should really give Maya a call.” She stopped to take a breath, “So, how is he doing?” She asked, trying to sound calm.
“Good. Um, we’re going to go out, for a movie or something soon.”
Mom stared at me, “Like… a date?” She asked cautiously.
I shrugged, “I dunno Mom.”
She nudged my shoulder, “Do you remember how in love you were with him?”
I rolled my eyes, “Mom, I was seven.”
She laughed and rubbed my shoulder, “I know. It was still cute.”
I sighed, “Yeah, mom. I know. So cute, etc.”
She smiled, “Am I embarrassing you?”
“Nah. I just have to go do my homework.”
“Oh, yes.” You should go do that.” Mom said, trying to look disappointed.
Unfortunately for her, it was really obvious that she was excited at the thought of me and Ian going out.
I laughed, “Bye mom.”
I was still laughing as I went to my room. I dropped my backpack on the floor and lay down on my bed.
I grabbed Marley, the teddy bear who I had had since I was a baby and squeezed him.
I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen.
One missed call.
My heart began to beat rapidly as I dialed voicemail.
“Hi, Mare.” A deep voice said.
Oh, dear God!

Wouldnt it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldnt have to wait so long
And wouldnt it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together weve been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldnt it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldnt be a single thing we couldnt do
We could be married
And then wed be happy

Wouldnt it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldnt it be nice