Snow

“I still like you. I don’t want you gone.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to see you hurt. I want to see you feeling great…”
“Life just constantly feels like shit.”

1Likes
5Comments
2450Views
AA

6. 12/28/16

It’s 8:30 and we’re headed out the door.

Anna already has the seating chart planned out.

She would ride shotgun next to mom, I would sit in the back between Noah and Jadyn.

Noah’s house is on the way to Jadyn’s.

I run up the three short steps to the back door.

“Hey Mama Kitty.” I give her a head pat before opening the door.

Trent is standing in the kitchen wearing pajamas and Hanes socks from walmart.

I can hear grandma’s breathalyzer going in the living room.

“Noah! Grace is here!” He runs his words together.

I hear Noah coming down the stairs.

“So, where are you guys going today?” Trent interviews us as Noah gets his things together.

“To Ikea, The Mall, and Target.”

Bear is plush under my fingertips. Still slightly hesitant, but surely not resistant.

“Cool.”

I feel the rush of cold air as Noah steps out the door.

I follow him faithfully.

 

The 2 hour trip to Minneapolis is full of my sister’s channel surfing, but it's not long.

The small car has me pressed against my friends in the back seat.

Noah’s leg is warm, Jadyn’s leg goes unnoticed.

 

We get lost in the joy of Ikea, wandering through the showroom as little asian girls are enthralled by the lights that direct them through the maze.

 

We stand, perplexed by the orange glow, in front of a antique style light bulb.

Everyone loves this lightbulb, but no one ever buys it.

Perhaps they know that the beauty and specialty of it would fade under their possession.

 

There are no real windows in the showroom.

Everything is lit by florescent lights.

They buzz.

Flicker.

Vibrate.

Repeat.

 

At Target Noah and I pace the store, waiting for a line to shorten up.

“Austin is talking about moving here to be with me.”

We might have to stop doing this stuff.

“Isn’t his dad abusive though?”

Please, no.

“He means getting his own place. I don’t think it’s a good idea regardless.”

I love you.

“I don't think it's a good idea either.”

I love you too.

 

On our way home the sun had already set.

His feather soft fingers brushed up against my exposed hip.

Like a calm whisper, I felt safe with him.

He grabbed his thrift store jacket from the trunk area.

 

When he wears that jacket these days I think of that evening.

And of all the ways he makes me feel.

 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...