minutes later Trent pulls up to a pumpkin farm.
“Why didn’t we just go to Ghords Pumpkin Farm in Belcrest?” I ask
“I didn’t want us to be bothered. I knew if we went there we would end up hanging out with our friends.” He gets out of the truck and I wait for him to come and get me out.
He grabs my hand leading me towards the haunted hayride.
“Oh no you don’t” I pull away trying to walk the other way.
“Come on” he tugs me back to him.
“Trent…” I sigh at him. He knows I hate anything scary. Sitting on a barrel of hay in the pitch dark waiting for people to jump out at me making me scream is not my idea of fun.
“I won’t let go of you.” He puts his hand up placing his other like it is on a bible.
“Promise?” I ask him.
“Promise.” He responds.
“And you won’t try to scare me either?”
“Promise. Now come on.” He puts his arm around my waist bringing us closer. I love his smell of cotton and soap.
I begrudgingly follow him. Trent knows I don’t live on the edge like him. I never enjoy scary movies or roller coasters. Even the high dive at the park district pool is too much for me. I like to feel in control and those things make me feel anything but.
Trent has pushed or in his words persuaded me to do all of these things our whole life. I did them willingly as long as he was there and he always was. He held me tight during the horror movies, held my hand on the Eagle when we went to Great Adventures and always waited at the bottom of the pool when I jumped off the high dive. It all terrified me but with Trent there to hug me after made it worth it.
I walk up the wooden steps to find my own barrel of hay death wish. I tuck myself in one of the corners close to the tractor in the front. Trent sits next to me squeezing my hand reassuring me. I smile up at him, how could I not. Those eyes alone make your lips turn up.
The trailer is full of high school kids from a nearby school. I don’t know any of them and they don’t know us so Trent’s plan worked.
I jerk forward when the tractor starts to move forward and my heart starts beating faster. Trent automatically pulls me closer to him. As all the people swing from trees coming at us I clinch harder to him and he pulls me closer so by the time we get back to the start I am in his lap. His arms are firmly wrapped around my waist with my face in his neck.
“I assume this is why you wanted to take me on a haunted hay ride?” I lift one eyebrow at him.
“Maybe” he shrugs his shoulders.
“Uh Hum. For that you owe me some apple cider.” I slap him on his muscular shoulder prancing in front of him to get off this hell on wheels.
He catches up to me fast wrapping both his arms around my waist again pulling me back to him. “I will buy you whatever you want as long as you ride me again.”
I push him away with my hand. “Remember the bet, only a date.” I laugh.
“Hey I can hope can’t I?”
We sit down on a hill with our apple cider and kettle corn.
“So tell me why you quit football and went for soccer? I ask. Since I wasn’t around when he made his decision I had been curious to know.
“I don’t know. I played my freshman year and it just wasn’t there.” He looks down sipping his cider.
“What wasn’t there?”
“My arm, I didn’t have it.”
“Ok, I am so confused, didn’t have what?”
“The Basso arm.” He tosses some kettle corn up in the air catching it in his mouth.
I knew what he meant. Doug and Gabe had been quarterbacks for the Belcrest football team earning both of them scholarships to state. It was a running joke that between the three Basso brothers there would be a Basso starting quarterback for ten years at State between all three of them. Trent stopped that once he switched to soccer.
“Maybe you needed more time?”
“It wasn’t there for me. I always had the speed so they
“Why didn’t we just go to Ghords Pumpkin Farm in Belcrest?” I ask
“I didn’t want us to be bothered. I knew if we went there we would end up hanging out with our friends.” He gets out of the truck and I wait for him to come and get me out.
He grabs my hand leading me towards the haunted hayride.
“Oh no you don’t” I pull away trying to walk the other way.
“Come on” he tugs me back to him.
“Trent…” I sigh at him. He knows I hate anything scary. Sitting on a barrel of hay in the pitch dark waiting for people to jump out at me making me scream is not my idea of fun.
“I won’t let go of you.” He puts his hand up placing his other like it is on a bible.
“Promise?” I ask him.
“Promise.” He responds.
“And you won’t try to scare me either?”
“Promise. Now come on.” He puts his arm around my waist bringing us closer. I love his smell of cotton and soap.
I begrudgingly follow him. Trent knows I don’t live on the edge like him. I never enjoy scary movies or roller coasters. Even the high dive at the park district pool is too much for me. I like to feel in control and those things make me feel anything but.
Trent has pushed or in his words persuaded me to do all of these things our whole life. I did them willingly as long as he was there and he always was. He held me tight during the horror movies, held my hand on the Eagle when we went to Great Adventures and always waited at the bottom of the pool when I jumped off the high dive. It all terrified me but with Trent there to hug me after made it worth it.
I walk up the wooden steps to find my own barrel of hay death wish. I tuck myself in one of the corners close to the tractor in the front. Trent sits next to me squeezing my hand reassuring me. I smile up at him, how could I not. Those eyes alone make your lips turn up.
The trailer is full of high school kids from a nearby school. I don’t know any of them and they don’t know us so Trent’s plan worked.
I jerk forward when the tractor starts to move forward and my heart starts beating faster. Trent automatically pulls me closer to him. As all the people swing from trees coming at us I clinch harder to him and he pulls me closer so by the time we get back to the start I am in his lap. His arms are firmly wrapped around my waist with my face in his neck.
“I assume this is why you wanted to take me on a haunted hay ride?” I lift one eyebrow at him.
“Maybe” he shrugs his shoulders.
“Uh Hum. For that you owe me some apple cider.” I slap him on his muscular shoulder prancing in front of him to get off this hell on wheels.
He catches up to me fast wrapping both his arms around my waist again pulling me back to him. “I will buy you whatever you want as long as you ride me again.”
I push him away with my hand. “Remember the bet, only a date.” I laugh.
“Hey I can hope can’t I?”
We sit down on a hill with our apple cider and kettle corn.
“So tell me why you quit football and went for soccer? I ask. Since I wasn’t around when he made his decision I had been curious to know.
“I don’t know. I played my freshman year and it just wasn’t there.” He looks down sipping his cider.
“What wasn’t there?”
“My arm, I didn’t have it.”
“Ok, I am so confused, didn’t have what?”
“The Basso arm.” He tosses some kettle corn up in the air catching it in his mouth.
I knew what he meant. Doug and Gabe had been quarterbacks for the Belcrest football team earning both of them scholarships to state. It was a running joke that between the three Basso brothers there would be a Basso starting quarterback for ten years at State between all three of them. Trent stopped that once he switched to soccer.
“Maybe you needed more time?”
“It wasn’t there for me. I always had the speed so they
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