I roll my eyes muttering, "I lost faith a long time ago..."
Silence engulfs us and I am grateful that he hasn't asked about what happened before I ran into him earlier. The truck hums a rickety tune as he drives aimlessly through our small town. I close my eyes and let the air coming in through the windows whip my hair around. Even though we're skipping a whole day of school and I may have to pay consequences later, I am completely at ease.
My eyes flutter open a while later, and I realize that not only have I been sleeping, but that the movement from the vehicle has stopped. I sit up straight, trying to make out where we are, but all I see are rows and rows of bright orange and red poppies that make the expanse look like it's been set on fire. I turn to my left to see Harrison sitting quietly, staring out at the field.
"Where are we?" I ask in wonder.
He turns his head toward me, a big grin on his face. "Oh good, you're awake... I didn't want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful."
I let out a nervous laugh and glance out the windshield. It's beautiful and I can't help but think it would be a good place to sit and read or write, or just a place to get away from life.
"Come on, let's go explore." Harrison suggests, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. I follow suit, walking around to the front of his truck and leaning against it. I kind of like this spot right here, it's the perfect view. The sun is hot against my covered body and I briefly let the idea of taking off my sweatshirt fly through my mind. Common sense, however, stomps out that idea. What boy in his right mind would want to see my ugly arms?
"Are you going to stand there all day?" He calls from a few feet away, stopping his trek to raise an eyebrow at me.
"No, no. I'm coming." I push off the car and hurry over to him. "Let's not go too far, though, okay?"
He sighs, chuckling. "Yeah, okay." He watches me for a moment, eyes landing on my dark colored sweatshirt. "Uh, if you keep that on, you're going to be hot."
"I know." I reply simply, watching the poppies sway in the warm breeze.
"You can go put it in my truck, I'll wait."
Dumbfounded, I stare at him, before pulling it over my head slowly. In just a black t-shirt and jeans, I feel more exposed than I have in years, and despite my conscience telling me I shouldn't let him see me like this, I can't stop myself from heading back to the truck and tossing it in the open window.
Silence engulfs us and I am grateful that he hasn't asked about what happened before I ran into him earlier. The truck hums a rickety tune as he drives aimlessly through our small town. I close my eyes and let the air coming in through the windows whip my hair around. Even though we're skipping a whole day of school and I may have to pay consequences later, I am completely at ease.
My eyes flutter open a while later, and I realize that not only have I been sleeping, but that the movement from the vehicle has stopped. I sit up straight, trying to make out where we are, but all I see are rows and rows of bright orange and red poppies that make the expanse look like it's been set on fire. I turn to my left to see Harrison sitting quietly, staring out at the field.
"Where are we?" I ask in wonder.
He turns his head toward me, a big grin on his face. "Oh good, you're awake... I didn't want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful."
I let out a nervous laugh and glance out the windshield. It's beautiful and I can't help but think it would be a good place to sit and read or write, or just a place to get away from life.
"Come on, let's go explore." Harrison suggests, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. I follow suit, walking around to the front of his truck and leaning against it. I kind of like this spot right here, it's the perfect view. The sun is hot against my covered body and I briefly let the idea of taking off my sweatshirt fly through my mind. Common sense, however, stomps out that idea. What boy in his right mind would want to see my ugly arms?
"Are you going to stand there all day?" He calls from a few feet away, stopping his trek to raise an eyebrow at me.
"No, no. I'm coming." I push off the car and hurry over to him. "Let's not go too far, though, okay?"
He sighs, chuckling. "Yeah, okay." He watches me for a moment, eyes landing on my dark colored sweatshirt. "Uh, if you keep that on, you're going to be hot."
"I know." I reply simply, watching the poppies sway in the warm breeze.
"You can go put it in my truck, I'll wait."
Dumbfounded, I stare at him, before pulling it over my head slowly. In just a black t-shirt and jeans, I feel more exposed than I have in years, and despite my conscience telling me I shouldn't let him see me like this, I can't stop myself from heading back to the truck and tossing it in the open window.
