Getaway...

Crow's Nest

Matthew’s P.O.V.

“Geez. What’s your rush, Matthew?” My little brother, Eric critiques.

“None of your business, Eric,” I hiss at him. He and Jered Harper, his best friend that also came here with us. They used to pick on her all the time, and they still do behind her back all the time. They would call her an attention seeking, untalented, pathetic, wanna be city girl. I always tell them to stop, but they’d just say that the only reason I protected her was because I had a huge crush on her. I think they were right, though… Jered comes in behind him, hearing everything that Eric and I have said.

“He just wants to get done so he can go see his GIRLFRIEND!” Jered taunts me. I can’t help it that I like her. If this is how you’re supposed to feel when you like someone, then I have had a massive crush on her since she was in first grade.

“Shut up, Jered! She’s not my girlfriend… I wish she was, but she’s not.” I whisper that last part, but Eric heard me say it.

“OH!!!! I KNEW IT!!!! He DOES like her!!” I walk out of the room before I have a blind red head rage attack again. I go into the cottage to look for her, but she wasn’t in there. I turn to see Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter in their room.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Carpenter, but have you seen Darsi anywhere?” I try not to sound too desperate. She smiles at me.

“I’m not sure. If I were you, I’d look up in the crow’s nest. She’s always had this love of heights. I never knew why,” she answered. She was always very kind to me. I can see where Darsi gets it from.

Darsi’s P.O.V.

After changing out of my pajamas that I wore on the plane into my cut off, fingertip length, blue denim shorts, and a black, full length tank top that reads, “I’m Diana” (Any directioner should get this), I went up to the crow’s nest; carrying my guitar and a blue, floral print back pack that has my ukulele, playing cards, and my mother’s laptop that I “borrowed.” I set my ukulele and guitar by the lawn chair, the laptop and playing cards on the chair, I finally look over the side of the railing. The view is breathtaking up here. The way the sun glistens off the still, blue Atlantic, makes me feel peaceful. I can’t imagine how much better it will look at night. I close my eyes and open my arms out towards the ocean, feeling the breeze blow through my wavy hair. Nothing could be better than this.

Sometimes, I would wonder, that if I jumped, I could fly away from everything here. I'd finally be happy.

A few seconds later, I feel someone snake their arms around my waist and start humming the song from Titanic. Being the jumpy person that I am, I squeal and turn around, accidentally hitting the person in the face. It turned out to be Matthew, standing there with his hand on his cheek. “Oh gosh. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” He moves his hand away from his face.

“No! You just hit me in the face and I feel really dizzy!” He said as he sat down. He seemed really upset. I kept apologizing and saying it was an accident. “Darsi! Relax. I was joking. I’m fine, really.” I sigh a breath of relief. He stands back up and opens is arms to me. I go up to him, letting his arms wrap around my body, ignoring every fiber of being telling me not to.

“Thank goodness!” I exclaim, “So, what are you doing up here? I thought you’d be unpacking.”

“I was, but now I’m done. I came up here looking for you.” My cheeks immediately turn red and my stupid, ugly smile creeps onto my face. I look down embarrassed; he tilts my head so that I’m looking him in the eyes. I love his eyes. They sparkle every time I see him. “I love your smile, and how ridiculous you look when you get embarrassed.” He starts laughing to lighten the mood. I punch his shoulder and laugh along with him.

“Matthew! Darsi! We’re going to the grocery store. Come on we’re waiting for you,” Mrs. Johnson calls up to us.

“We’ll be right down, mom! I’ll race you down…GO!!” We both go running to the stairs, and I go rushing by him, getting to my car first.

“I WIN! YOU LOSE!” I yell.

“Okay, okay. What do I have to do since I lost?” he asks me. I couldn’t think of anything at the moment.

“You’ll find out,” I say as I get into the car. I can’t wait to see how this turns out.