My arms, now in the open, look terrible. Worse than last time I checked. Fighting the urge to run back to my sweatshirt and comfort zone, I trudge over to Harrison with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Happy?" I ask tightly.
He smiles in response to my scowl and pulls my arms down so they hang at my sides. "Now I am. Come on, we only have a few more hours."
I follow after him, trying to keep pace, but he's just so tall that it makes it difficult. That is, until he stops suddenly causing me to crash right into him.
I hear him chuckle, before he says, "You know, River, you should really not make this a habit. I may get the idea that you like me or something." Even with the teasing tone of his voice, my face heats up.
I step beside him and try to figure out what he's looking at. We're on a hill, the multicolored flowers acting as a carpet for the earth. Down below us, an old wooden barn stands alone. The roof is caving in and the barn doors are hanging precariously by a hinge. I can see the old red paint peeling from the siding. It's a perfect contrast. Young and old, beautiful and decrepit. It's like a metaphor for life; you may be the barn, old falling down and in need of some serious work, but as long as you can look around and see the beauty, like a field of poppies, you can have hope. Right now, I feel like Harrison is my field of poppies.
I turn to him, watching as he takes a small camera from his pocket and starts snapping photos, and realize how much I've needed someone like him. My life before him lacked prospects. I had been planning on leaving, though I didn't know where. I had nothing to live for before he came along and weaseled his way into my life. Now, he's here and I'm not quite sure, but I think I want him to stay. There's always a silver lining when he's around, and even though I have to go back to my own reality at home, nothing is stopping me from enjoying Harrison's reality, which right now is this field of flowers.
Listening to the click, click, click of pictures being snapped, I plop myself down, examining the flora around me. I could be here forever and not get tired of it. I lean forward to smell a blossom, but am startled by a sound right above me. I glare up at Harrison, who is looking at me through the lens of his camera.
"Hey! You're here to take pictures of the flowers!" I exclaim, covering my face with both my hands as yet another blush creeps up my features.
"I am taking pictures of the flowers... And the River that's in the middle of them." He points out, grinning so wide, his dimple shows.
"Happy?" I ask tightly.
He smiles in response to my scowl and pulls my arms down so they hang at my sides. "Now I am. Come on, we only have a few more hours."
I follow after him, trying to keep pace, but he's just so tall that it makes it difficult. That is, until he stops suddenly causing me to crash right into him.
I hear him chuckle, before he says, "You know, River, you should really not make this a habit. I may get the idea that you like me or something." Even with the teasing tone of his voice, my face heats up.
I step beside him and try to figure out what he's looking at. We're on a hill, the multicolored flowers acting as a carpet for the earth. Down below us, an old wooden barn stands alone. The roof is caving in and the barn doors are hanging precariously by a hinge. I can see the old red paint peeling from the siding. It's a perfect contrast. Young and old, beautiful and decrepit. It's like a metaphor for life; you may be the barn, old falling down and in need of some serious work, but as long as you can look around and see the beauty, like a field of poppies, you can have hope. Right now, I feel like Harrison is my field of poppies.
I turn to him, watching as he takes a small camera from his pocket and starts snapping photos, and realize how much I've needed someone like him. My life before him lacked prospects. I had been planning on leaving, though I didn't know where. I had nothing to live for before he came along and weaseled his way into my life. Now, he's here and I'm not quite sure, but I think I want him to stay. There's always a silver lining when he's around, and even though I have to go back to my own reality at home, nothing is stopping me from enjoying Harrison's reality, which right now is this field of flowers.
Listening to the click, click, click of pictures being snapped, I plop myself down, examining the flora around me. I could be here forever and not get tired of it. I lean forward to smell a blossom, but am startled by a sound right above me. I glare up at Harrison, who is looking at me through the lens of his camera.
"Hey! You're here to take pictures of the flowers!" I exclaim, covering my face with both my hands as yet another blush creeps up my features.
"I am taking pictures of the flowers... And the River that's in the middle of them." He points out, grinning so wide, his dimple shows.
