departing hug.
“Wait, aren’t you going to dance with me too?” she whines. “I’m the birthday girl after all,” she states, poking out her lower lip. I shake my head in a negative response. Definitely not going to happen. I know Dawn has been crushing on me for a while. She makes it blatantly obvious whenever I’m near her. The last thing I need is for Skye to think I’m putting the moves on her kid sister.
“If you’re trying to get Skye’s attention you’re wasting your time,” she sneers. “My sister swings the other way, if you know what I mean,” Dawn insinuates, facetiously. I narrow my eyes at her and she takes a step back. I never took Dawn as a mean-hearted girl. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and chalk her comment up to jealousy or sibling rivalry.
“Good night, Dawn,” I reply in an ice cold voice, ignoring her previous comment. I touch the tip of my hat in farewell and turn on my heel to leave. Skye’s still on the stage performing and I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye to her too. Her eyes land on mine and I smile. I nod my head in her direction and touch the tip of my hat in farewell to her as well. I feel better about leaving now without getting a chance to speak to her again.
Chapter Nine
Skye
The party is finally over and I’m exhausted. Dawn’s passed out face first on the bar with her friend Darren moaning in agony next to her. I think the poor guy is going to be sick. Summer had a little too much to drink too and the owner, Jason, helped her up the stairs to the apartment about an hour ago; while I tried to help the staff clean up some of the mess my sister and her friends made.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that. That’s what I pay these guys for,” Jason says motioning to the employees cleaning up the bar.
“I know, but Dawn and her friends acted like spoiled brats and made an unnecessary mess,” I say, picking up the ribbons and wrapping papers strewn about.
“Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” he says kindly. “How about you take these two home and let me worry about this mess?” Jason suggests. “Darren here lives off of rural route 13 in a small yellow house, number 1252,” he informs me, with a hand resting on Darren’s head. “I’ll help you with Dawn. Hey Darren can you walk buddy?” he asks the drunk kid, shaking him. Darren nods his head, moans and attempts to stand up in response.
I quickly rush over and throw his arm around my shoulder offering my support. I look at Jason, who sweeps Dawn up in his brawny arms like a sack of feathers. “Alright, let’s do this,” I say, leading Darren out the front door and around the side of the building to Summer’s red pickup truck. I already have the keys because I took them earlier when I saw her tossing back shots with Dawn.
I pause holding the passenger door open so that Jason can place Dawn in the middle. This is an old truck so there is no cab with a back seat. He places her gently in the cab and she promptly falls over in the driver’s seat. I help Darren get in and check to make sure they’re both buckled up and that Darren’s limbs are safely inside the truck before I shut the door.
I move to the driver’s seat slowly pushing Dawn up to a sitting position as I slide over. She groans and rests her head on my shoulder. Perfect. I put on my seat belt and start the engine.
“Looks like you’re good to go. Just be careful on these roads. It's pitch black out here and the roads are slick from all the snow we’ve been getting,” Jason cautions me, then he taps the roof of the truck in parting, and heads back around to the front of the building.
I back out slowly and head down Sycamore Street at a snail’s pace. I know where rural route 13 is because I saw it when Summer drove me into town from the airport. I head in that direction and it’s pretty easy driving until I hit thirteen where the
“Wait, aren’t you going to dance with me too?” she whines. “I’m the birthday girl after all,” she states, poking out her lower lip. I shake my head in a negative response. Definitely not going to happen. I know Dawn has been crushing on me for a while. She makes it blatantly obvious whenever I’m near her. The last thing I need is for Skye to think I’m putting the moves on her kid sister.
“If you’re trying to get Skye’s attention you’re wasting your time,” she sneers. “My sister swings the other way, if you know what I mean,” Dawn insinuates, facetiously. I narrow my eyes at her and she takes a step back. I never took Dawn as a mean-hearted girl. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and chalk her comment up to jealousy or sibling rivalry.
“Good night, Dawn,” I reply in an ice cold voice, ignoring her previous comment. I touch the tip of my hat in farewell and turn on my heel to leave. Skye’s still on the stage performing and I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye to her too. Her eyes land on mine and I smile. I nod my head in her direction and touch the tip of my hat in farewell to her as well. I feel better about leaving now without getting a chance to speak to her again.
Chapter Nine
Skye
The party is finally over and I’m exhausted. Dawn’s passed out face first on the bar with her friend Darren moaning in agony next to her. I think the poor guy is going to be sick. Summer had a little too much to drink too and the owner, Jason, helped her up the stairs to the apartment about an hour ago; while I tried to help the staff clean up some of the mess my sister and her friends made.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that. That’s what I pay these guys for,” Jason says motioning to the employees cleaning up the bar.
“I know, but Dawn and her friends acted like spoiled brats and made an unnecessary mess,” I say, picking up the ribbons and wrapping papers strewn about.
“Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” he says kindly. “How about you take these two home and let me worry about this mess?” Jason suggests. “Darren here lives off of rural route 13 in a small yellow house, number 1252,” he informs me, with a hand resting on Darren’s head. “I’ll help you with Dawn. Hey Darren can you walk buddy?” he asks the drunk kid, shaking him. Darren nods his head, moans and attempts to stand up in response.
I quickly rush over and throw his arm around my shoulder offering my support. I look at Jason, who sweeps Dawn up in his brawny arms like a sack of feathers. “Alright, let’s do this,” I say, leading Darren out the front door and around the side of the building to Summer’s red pickup truck. I already have the keys because I took them earlier when I saw her tossing back shots with Dawn.
I pause holding the passenger door open so that Jason can place Dawn in the middle. This is an old truck so there is no cab with a back seat. He places her gently in the cab and she promptly falls over in the driver’s seat. I help Darren get in and check to make sure they’re both buckled up and that Darren’s limbs are safely inside the truck before I shut the door.
I move to the driver’s seat slowly pushing Dawn up to a sitting position as I slide over. She groans and rests her head on my shoulder. Perfect. I put on my seat belt and start the engine.
“Looks like you’re good to go. Just be careful on these roads. It's pitch black out here and the roads are slick from all the snow we’ve been getting,” Jason cautions me, then he taps the roof of the truck in parting, and heads back around to the front of the building.
I back out slowly and head down Sycamore Street at a snail’s pace. I know where rural route 13 is because I saw it when Summer drove me into town from the airport. I head in that direction and it’s pretty easy driving until I hit thirteen where the
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