Stronger than the storm

Virginia, dear Virginia

Alex

I'm going home, just long enough to understand how Jenny is.

After the kiss last night I neglected her a lot, and I don't blame her if she doesn't want to talk to me.

I open the front door and see her intent on reading a book.

"look who's back!", she exclaims, crossing my gaze.

"I'm sorry, I was a bitch.", I try to justify myself.

"Oh, you always are - that's nothing new." she exclaims.

I go up to her and take her hand.

"Listen, Jenny, I know you're going through a tough time, but venting to me will make you feel worse," I tell her in one breath.

"There is another one, right?", she suddenly asks me.

I blush and put a hand on my hair.

"N ... no, there is no one else at the moment.", I tell her flaunting confidence.

"I don't believe you, Vause. I hope this is worth it.

"I hope so too", I think to myself as I walk towards my room and leave her alone with her book.

Actually, I think these extra lessons would be useless for someone like Piper, since she's very good already that way.

In fact I wonder why I need it.

But today I want to play one of my winning cards, I want to deepen her knowledge a little more, understand her and let myself be lulled by the emotions I feel in the moment.

I want to start something different and unexpected.

I think about that.

"Here, this is the right one," I exclaim as I hurriedly out of the room.

"Jenny, would you lend me the car please? I'll bring it back to you new, immaculate, washed and perfumed. ", I kneel begging her.

She looks at me for endless moments, then takes the keys out of her pocket and throws them at me.

"One ... one scratch and you're dead," she scolds.

"At your orders.", I exclaim smiling at her.

I go back to the room, change and leave the house.

Jenny's car is parked two blocks away, so I walk a bit before I point the ERC in the direction of the car.

I slip into it, move the seat backwards.

"God, she has very small legs to be able to drive like this," I laugh at that stupid joke.

I turn on the stereo, "Killing me softly with these words, killing me softly", the stereo croaks.

"How many memories", I think to myself.

It was the time of the university, of the first crushes, of the first answers to the many questions. And that song to keep me company.

"Do you think it's nice to grow up?" A friend I met in college had told me many years ago.

I hadn't answered her. And after some time I can say that I don't know it yet.

The times when it took little to be happy were so carefree - and look now instead - a constant rush towards what makes you feel good.

First the parents would have thought of it - if anyone had this luck - now you had to think about it for yourself.