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on my pillow, turning my face to my silent clock. Two
more hours. I had two more hours of blissful sleep.
“Fine.”
I said, knowing he would keep bugging me until I said yes.
I
moved my feet out of bed and walked to my bedroom door. I gestured for him to
leave the room so I could change. He stood up, and I saw he was wearing his
jeans and a black jacket. His fingers and his cheeks were red with chill, so I
knew it would be a cold one today.
“Don’t
go back to sleep.” He said pointing his finger at me.
I
rolled my eyes, even though I had considered it. Just for a moment. As I
dressed, my curiosity started making me excited to find out who had left a rune
on the abandoned house.
I
did the rune on my stomach so I could put on my clothes and then stopped in
front of my closet to decide what to wear. The outfit I had picked out to wear:
my too-large polyester pink bowling shirt with a brown leather belt to turn it
into a dress, and wool tights, would be perhaps a bit too obvious for breaking
and entering. While pondering what to wear during my first felony, Joe popped
his head it.
“Don’t
go back to…”
I
was just wearing a bra, my patterned wool tights and black ankle boots. Joe
stared at me for a second, and then jumped back behind my wall.
“Sorry,”
he shouted, his voice muffled by the plaster walls.
I
stood there, frozen like a rabbit in front of a semi. I grabbed the first shirt
I found from my dresser. But it wasn’t a shirt, it was my black lace dress from
the Halloween dance. I threw it onto the floor and instead grabbed a plain tee
shirt and an old black jacket I had recently thrifted. I zipped up the jacket,
and then pulled a gray cotton skirt over the tights. I pulled my hair back in a
ponytail and didn’t bother doing a rune to make it curl.
Joe
was downstairs eating one of my Pop-Tarts. He handed me one of the crinkly
packages: blueberry (my favorite) and said, “let’s go.” Like nothing stressful
had just happened.
Then
he walked out of the room leaving both boxes on the counter. I put both my
blueberry and the box of smores flavored ones that I bought for him back in the
breakfast cupboard and closed the door.
“Riz,
your OCD is slowing us down,” he said from the front room.
I
laughed once, and then walked in slow motion from the kitchen to the front
room.
Joe
wasn’t laughing, “I will pick you up and drag you there.”
“I’d
like to see you try,” I teased, slowing down my walking even more.
He
threw me over his shoulder, his arms around the back of my knees, my butt next
to his head and my head over his back.
“How
much do you weigh, Riz? Sheesh.”
Rude.
I ignored his comment, glad that we were back to normal. We walked straight
though my closed front door. I hated when he pulled me through a wall. It felt
itchy. I can’t explain it. He put me down on my front porch.
“You’re
being way too serious for four in the morning, Joe,” I said, prickling at the
chill.
Fresh
snow covered my front lawn, but I could see the dark gray cement on my
driveway.
Joe
had shoveled my driveway, all the way up to my front steps. I stood there with
my mouth open.
I
wanted to hug him, but I didn’t. I wasn’t exactly comfortable yet with the idea
of that part of my body so close to him.
“You
are the nicest guy,” I said instead.
He
smiled and shrugged, looking down at the ground.
“Larissa,
we’ve got to hurry. I want to get home so I can shovel my mom’s before she goes
to school.”
I
nodded and then walked down the steps, careful not to slip on any ice. The
steps didn’t feel slippery though. My garage was open. He already had my keys,
so I went around to the passenger side and wiped the runelight for stay so I
could open the car door. Joe preferred to drive, and I didn’t mind so much. It
made me feel like someone was taking care of me, which sounds weird now.
He
drove us to the abandoned house and then parked in the shopping mart parking
lot next
more hours. I had two more hours of blissful sleep.
“Fine.”
I said, knowing he would keep bugging me until I said yes.
I
moved my feet out of bed and walked to my bedroom door. I gestured for him to
leave the room so I could change. He stood up, and I saw he was wearing his
jeans and a black jacket. His fingers and his cheeks were red with chill, so I
knew it would be a cold one today.
“Don’t
go back to sleep.” He said pointing his finger at me.
I
rolled my eyes, even though I had considered it. Just for a moment. As I
dressed, my curiosity started making me excited to find out who had left a rune
on the abandoned house.
I
did the rune on my stomach so I could put on my clothes and then stopped in
front of my closet to decide what to wear. The outfit I had picked out to wear:
my too-large polyester pink bowling shirt with a brown leather belt to turn it
into a dress, and wool tights, would be perhaps a bit too obvious for breaking
and entering. While pondering what to wear during my first felony, Joe popped
his head it.
“Don’t
go back to…”
I
was just wearing a bra, my patterned wool tights and black ankle boots. Joe
stared at me for a second, and then jumped back behind my wall.
“Sorry,”
he shouted, his voice muffled by the plaster walls.
I
stood there, frozen like a rabbit in front of a semi. I grabbed the first shirt
I found from my dresser. But it wasn’t a shirt, it was my black lace dress from
the Halloween dance. I threw it onto the floor and instead grabbed a plain tee
shirt and an old black jacket I had recently thrifted. I zipped up the jacket,
and then pulled a gray cotton skirt over the tights. I pulled my hair back in a
ponytail and didn’t bother doing a rune to make it curl.
Joe
was downstairs eating one of my Pop-Tarts. He handed me one of the crinkly
packages: blueberry (my favorite) and said, “let’s go.” Like nothing stressful
had just happened.
Then
he walked out of the room leaving both boxes on the counter. I put both my
blueberry and the box of smores flavored ones that I bought for him back in the
breakfast cupboard and closed the door.
“Riz,
your OCD is slowing us down,” he said from the front room.
I
laughed once, and then walked in slow motion from the kitchen to the front
room.
Joe
wasn’t laughing, “I will pick you up and drag you there.”
“I’d
like to see you try,” I teased, slowing down my walking even more.
He
threw me over his shoulder, his arms around the back of my knees, my butt next
to his head and my head over his back.
“How
much do you weigh, Riz? Sheesh.”
Rude.
I ignored his comment, glad that we were back to normal. We walked straight
though my closed front door. I hated when he pulled me through a wall. It felt
itchy. I can’t explain it. He put me down on my front porch.
“You’re
being way too serious for four in the morning, Joe,” I said, prickling at the
chill.
Fresh
snow covered my front lawn, but I could see the dark gray cement on my
driveway.
Joe
had shoveled my driveway, all the way up to my front steps. I stood there with
my mouth open.
I
wanted to hug him, but I didn’t. I wasn’t exactly comfortable yet with the idea
of that part of my body so close to him.
“You
are the nicest guy,” I said instead.
He
smiled and shrugged, looking down at the ground.
“Larissa,
we’ve got to hurry. I want to get home so I can shovel my mom’s before she goes
to school.”
I
nodded and then walked down the steps, careful not to slip on any ice. The
steps didn’t feel slippery though. My garage was open. He already had my keys,
so I went around to the passenger side and wiped the runelight for stay so I
could open the car door. Joe preferred to drive, and I didn’t mind so much. It
made me feel like someone was taking care of me, which sounds weird now.
He
drove us to the abandoned house and then parked in the shopping mart parking
lot next
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