Wildflowers

Chapter 20

     Chapter: 20

The next morning I wake up and open my eyes and I'm in the tent again. The field of wildflowers and the big tree shading us is now gone. I feel Patrick's arm cradling me from behind. I smile and lean into him. He moves and I feel his arms move away from me. I move to my stomach and lay there thinking of the garden and I tear up. He slowly wakes up and opens his eyes He looks around and then looks at me. I lean on one arm and face him.

'We're in the tent again?' He asks me pushing some hair away from my face.

I smile slightly 'Yeah it felt so real. I could feel the grass and the wind. The flowers are gone Patrick' I start to cry.

He takes me his arms and holds me tight and he kisses my head ' Please don't cry baby, They will be back, Jo. I promise. It will take time but I promise to bring them back for you' he says wiping my tears.

We pull apart and I look at him and nod. Patrick sheds a tear, that falls down his face and I wipe it with my hand softly and I kiss him gently. He kisses me back and then my forehead. We lie there for a little while longer before getting up. I reach for my duffle bag and pull out a clean pair of underwear and my jean shorts. I look through my bag and I can't find my top. I realize it was by entrance of the tent and is wet from the morning dew. I grab it and put it back in my bag. I think about what I should wear.

'Here, wear this. I have another shirt in my bag. Unless you want my clean one?' He says handing me his black tee shirt.

I smile and take it 'No i'll wear this one. I like smelling like you' I blush.

He smiles 'Good, plus it's kinda my fault I threw your top that far and you know how much I like when you wear my clothes' he says smirking.

I smile and remember the night at his house. I put on his tee shirt, underwear and jean shorts. I brush through my hair and put my hair brush back in my bag. Patrick is dressed as well in some jeans and a rolling stones tee shirt. He leans in and kisses me gently.

'Hey Patrick?' I say looking at him.

'Yeah baby?' He asks.

'I don't want to tell the others about our trip. I want it to be something that only we know about, something that's ours.' I tell him looking down.

'I agree' he says lifting my chin with his finger 'I wouldn't want to share it with anyone but you. It was real for me, Jo. It wasn't just drug filled words for me. I told you things that I have never said to anyone and won't ever say to anyone else. They would never understand because they aren't us.' He say.

'Really? You mean it? I thought that things would be weird after that. That things might change or you might not see me in the same way because I said something that was too much.' I tell him.

'Jo, this experience has made me feel so connected to you. I didn't know what to expect but that exceeded my expectations. Nothing you said was weird or too much. It was perfect. You think you can get rid of me that easily?' He says with a smile.

'No I don't and thank you. You're amazing' I tell him and kiss him.

We get out of the tent and grab our stuff. No one is awake yet so I decide to pack up a little. I fold the blanks and zip up the sleeping bags. Patrick takes down the tent.

We sit on the lawn chair together and I light two cigarettes and hand one to him. We sit in silence smoking. We are both lost in thought.

'I know that they will ask about our trip. We should decided what we're going to tell them?' I break the silence.