Fields of Iris

Remembering The Past

Iris's P.O.V

I had no idea what to wear! Most of my clothes were stained with mud and I wasn't sure if overalls would be appropriate for tonight's event. I had on a red flannel and some raggedy ripped jeans at the moment, and my black curls were braided into a side braid.

As it neared 7, I heard a firm knock on my door, making my heart skip a beat. Never in a million years did I think Chase Dodson would come to pick me up and take me into the city. I watched him from a distance all these years, and finally I would get a chance to show him I was more than just a hillbilly girl stuck in the Brooks. I was just hoping his parents wouldn't find out, for they would surely not like the idea.

I opened the door and there stood a very handsomely dressed Chase. He was fixing his cuff as I stared in awe at how perfect he was dressed. The only other person this deep in the farming district that dressed like him was Billy, and his fabric was far from the fancy expensive wrinkle free shirt Chase had on. He looked up at me, looking up and down at my appearance.

"Please tell me you're still getting dressed," he spoke as he stepped in my place, looking around as I awkwardly closed the door.

"Ummm.. well, i've only been out of The Brooks twice and none of them were to any fancy nightclub," I argued, following after him, looking down at my clothes which were quite baggy.

He walked down the hall opening one door and then the other until stumbling upon my room and walking in. "Wait!" I said running in embarrassingly, knowing I was quite messy. Especially with my art work sprawled all around.

He looked around at my many paintings laying around, picking up one of a girl whose face was splattered over as a shadow hovered over her. I liked creating illusions in my work. "You are actually pretty good," he said before dropping the work. "How come I never knew you painted back in the day?" He asked as I shrugged my shoulders, trying to pick up stuff around my room to not look like such a slob.

"Well you had a lot going on. With football practice and extra classes and keeping up with parties and stuff.... I just never mentioned it," I finally decided to settle on, trying my best to not ramble too much. Through the years, I became more aware of my tendency to talk too much and I was trying to not be so unnecessarily chatty.

"Hmmm... you definitely could sell. Now let's see what you have in here," he said, opening my closet and going through my very plain wardrobe. "Do you have anything more dressy? Like a skirt or something long?" He asked shuffling through the overalls and tank tops.

"Well, not really. I got a skirt I wear for church, but I haven't done the laundry sooo..." I faded out, knowing I hardly wore anything fancy or even had a reason to.

Finally he landed on the one thing that was hidden all the way in the back of my closet. He pulled out the red dress that still had a tag on it. "Now this could work," he said, raising an eyebrow as I shook my head, grabbing it from him.

"No! This dress.. It's important. I'm saving it for a special occasion," I spoke, clutching it to my chest, feeling embarrassed at the words.

"Like what? I thought you said you've never been to the city. Do you have a date that I don't know about?" He asked, crossing his arms. My face turned red at the idea of him thinking I was seeing someone else. I didn't want him to think that at all!

"No, of course not. I don't have time for no dates. It... it's stupid really?" I said, turning away from him, looking down at the dress thinking about the first time I saw it, and how pretty I would look when I finally put it on. That is if I ever got the chance to.

"Come on, you can tell me. As I recall, you used to be like a vault for all my teenage angst, especially when I was stuck cleaning the poop from the barn floor. I think it's time you start to share some things with me," he said as I recalled the many times, he would complain about his parents keeping him from going to a party or when he had a fight with his popular school friends, and I was the only one he could trust to not gossip about his problems. It's how I learned everything about him.