Excitement

fourteen

"Juice?" Harry questioned, holding out a plastic pouch out in front of me as we quietly sat on the wooden bench near his faded red truck.

"Thanks." I spoke sending him a small side smile before taking the pouch and slipping the straw through the hole.

'This apple juice is hot as piss.' I thought to myself as I continued to drink it anyway.

"Let me have a sip." he spoke up after eying my drink for at least two minutes

"No, get your own."

"That was the only one I had."

I shrugged as I slurped loudly.

He sighed in defeat as he looked off somewhere in the distance as the sun beamed its rays at us from up high.

I looked down at the almost half empty drink in my hand and snuck a quick look at him before holding the apple juice out to him.

He peered down at it and looked over at me suddenly with his narrowed green eyes making me feel a bit queasy before he took the drink and proceed to look forward again.

Was I actually being nice to him after all the shit he's given me over the years?

The jokes, the teasing, and the rumors; he was a part of that.

I shouldn't even be here right now, especially not with him.

"Can you take me home, this is really boring."

"I still have... six hours." He said as he checked his fancy silver watch.

"What are you going on about?"

"I asked you when you had to be home by and do you know what you said?" He questioned, my brows furrowing in confusion.

'Is seven hours enough for you?' I recalled, causing my eyes to widen.

"Please do not tell me that you are planning on keeping me with you here for six hours, I would go insane, plus... I have chores to do."

"Hell no, that would be torture." he smirked. "But we didn't come all this way for nothing."

I raised a brow at him in suspicion as he ran his large hand through his chestnut colored hair.

"Why can't you just tell me, this isn't a soap opera."

He stared down at his lap and cleared his throat.

Oh, that doesn't sound good.

"I have to spread someone's ashes, and I wanted some company." His words suddenly making me feel sick to my stomach.

"Wait... are you- are you talking about Pamela?" My mouth suddenly became dry and my palms started to sweat more than usual.

"You knew her?"

"Yes, I did know her." I choked feeling a bit nauseous.

I wanted to scream and punch the shit out of something so bad that my palms started forming into fists and the tears threatened to spill.

This delinquent gets to spread her ashes and I can't even attend her funeral? What a joke.

"Don't cry, just- just calm the fuck down."

"I'm not crying." I forced out my words trying to cover up the weakness in my voice

"Your eyes are red." Once he said that I immediately shifted away from his view, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the tears from escaping.

"I could be high, you never know."

"No, you were crying... wimp." I turned back over to him only to see a playful look painted across his features. I smacked his arm.

"Bully." I mumbled.

"What? You just viciously hit me in the arm and you're calling me a bully?"

"Yeah." I sniffled, rubbing under my nose with the sleeve of my black sweater.

"Okay, well, are you going to help me do this or not?" he questioned before getting off of the seat and standing in front of me.

"Really?" I said with a hopeful expression etched onto my face.

"Yes, now get off, you rat."

"God, I hate you." I grumbled as I slid off of the bench, my white sneakers landing onto the tall grass.

I followed him as he led me to his vehicle and watched as he rummaged through his back seat, searching for the urn, once he found it he pushed the door shut and we walked back over to the bench.

When he hesitantly handed me the rounded copper case I looked down at the object in my grip and frowned before looking back up at the clouded sunset before us.

"What's wrong now?" Harry sighed in annoyance.

"I don't know, this just doesn't feel right."

"How so?"

"Well... I just- I don't think she would want this to be a sad thing, and right now I'm feeling really fucking sad and I don't like it, at all."

"Well, Jake was supposed to be here with me." he mused. "I thought that maybe if I brought him along then it would cheer me up a little, but he kinda bailed on me so I got stuck with you and you definitely aren't helping."

"Am I really that bad, jeez."

"Yeah, I hate your guts." he joked.

"The feeling's mutual, then." I chuckled wrapping my arms gently around the jar, feeling the coolness of the engraved coper on my skin through the thin fabric of my sweater.

"Yeah." he said awkwardly before speaking up again.

"Hey uh, you want to do this some other time; I think it's going to rain soon." he spoke as he peered up at the gray sky as the wind blew his hair into his eyes.

"Yeah, you're right." I tilted my head up feeling a drop of water land on my cheek. "You think we could do it on Sunday, Pamela loved Sunday's." I smiled in nostalgia, remembering the smell of her cookies and the sound of her mixtape as she spun around her cozy house, holding her beloved cat Toby as she sang along happily to her favorite tunes- the beams of Sunday sunshine lighting her soundings.

She was always so cheerful and happy, I had always admired her for that.

"Sure, why not."

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*let's just pretend that the picture of Harry is actually relevant to this chapter