Birds Of A Feather

Chapter 2

Saturday, September 28th

Running through fields of sunkissed grass, while gently caressed by the shadows of weeping willows, I listened to the joy embodied by laughter; laughter which came from the sweetest soul you'd ever come across. The privilege of meeting her approached me on a Tuesday afternoon when she asked for a sip of my cherry punch.

"Parched are you?" I asked.

"You haven't the faintest idea," she said.

"Hmm." I thought to myself.

"What?"

"I just haven't heard anyone actually use words like that-at least not anyone from around here," I explained.

"What do you mea-" Suddenly, she starts to cough.

"Don't die!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks that helped so much." She says in a sarcastic tone.

"You're welcome," I replied showing a smug look on my face.

She tries to wipe the juice off of her face and looks at her clothes.

"Damn I'm soaked," she says.

"That's what she said." I joked and we both chuckle at the comment.

"My sincere apologies, for spilling your drink-I owe you one."

"Or-you can take a walk with me as payment." I offered the raven-headed girl.

"Sounds like a plan." Her voice echoes away as I start to remember where I am and what I am doing.

As I drive to down Oregon, my mind is flooded with childhood memories. The mood is set with a starry night sky and the sound of Kat Cunning's "Supernova" resonating over my flashbacks like a movie scene.

Up ahead near Oregon's border, stands an old city named Neviah (Nuh-vy-uh). It is said that Neviah was one of the first modern cities to ever be built and its name signifies a future. Its buildings are made of gray colored bricks which give off a Parisian vibe.

The streets are lit up by tall lampposts and light from the windows of a small bohemian diner sitting on the left side of Oakwood Street. I drove up to the sidewalk and parked my car in front of the diner to go in for a bite of something sweet.

*door jingles*

There is a pretty short-haired brunette standing behind the counter. "Hey, welcome to the Grapevine diner! I'm Lucy-you dining alone tonight?" she says to me.

"Yep, table for one please," I said.

"Alright follow me." She gestures for me to walk after her. The brown-haired chick leads me to one of the booths located on the front-left side of the diner. The walls are made of glass which makes it easy to look out at the city and the locals walking by.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" she asked taking out her notepad and pen.

"I don't know," I said to her. "What do you suggest?"

"Well, to be honest-I happen to make some of the best apple pies of the century," she says.

"I guess I should try some then-although," I explained, "I am a harsh critic."

"No worries, I am confident this is something you'll enjoy," she says to me.

"I'm looking forward to it-and I'll have some water with that please."