No Control • hs

twelve

     He sits, looking at the lake, humming. I don't want to say anything, I just want to keep looking at him, and listen to his humming. He looks over to me and smirks. "Is this legal?" I say, walking closer.

     "I hope." I sit down next to him.

     "Why'd you do this?" I say looking over to him. Harry shrugs the question off.

     "Come with me." He says standing up.

     "Where are we going?"

     "I told you to wear a swimsuit for a reason." When we were chatting on the dock, Harry told me to wear a swimsuit tonight for heaven knows what.

     "Harry, it's, like, 50 degrees out here."

     "Well, it's going to be even colder in the water." Harry grabs my hand and walks me to a very long, brown, wooden dock. His hand was warm against mine that was freezing. Harry takes his hand off mine and jumps over a large hole in the dock.

     "Harry, I'm not going to make that."

     "Sure you are." He says, signaling his hands to come over.

     "No, Harry, I will fall to my death."

"Jump." He says holding out his arms. Hesitantly, I jump and one of my feet slides it's way down in the hole. Harry holds my waist and pulls my leg up.

"Come on, now." Harry says grabbing my hand and pulling it until I don't walk with him, then turns around.

"Harry, I nearly just died."

"Your such a drama queen." He drops his arm.

"I'm the drama queen?" I say with sarcasm, putting my hands on my hips.

"Mhm." I roll my eyes and follow Harry to the end of the dock. Harry dives in and comes up shaking the water out of his hair and wiping his eyes. "It's not that bad, actually." I dive in and swim over to Harry. We swim around for a little bit playing Marco-Polo.

"Huston, we have a problem." He says looking into my eyes.

"What?"

"I gotta pee." He says it like a five year old on a long car ride.

"You're not going pee in here."

"Why? It's like a huge public bathroom."

"Gross!" I start swimming away from him.

"Hey, I happen to like public bathrooms."

"Why? They're disgusting!" I say.

"Would you rather pee in a corn field?"

"Yes, actually, I would. Have you seen a gas station bathroom before?"

"Okay, I really gotta go now."

"There's one in the ice cream shop right up there."

"Come on."

"Do you want to be in the middle of the lake alone, by yourself?"

"Not preferably, but the shop is out of business."

"Then we will find a way to open it, let's go." Harry and I get out of the water and conquer the hole in the dock. We climb the stairs to the ice cream shop and luckily, the door is open behind the orange cones that blocked it off.

"Flip on the light switch." I say. I hear Harry's footsteps creak on the wooden floor in the dark. There is a tiny bit of light coming from the skylights up above us.

"I'm finding this bathroom." Harry says running in all directions.

"On second thought, you should've peed in the lake." I say flipping on the light switch in the bathroom.

"Why would you say-" Harry screams bloody murder as his eyes meet a family of about 10 or so rats. We run out of the shop and almost trip on the stairs. Harry goes and blows out all the candles and turns around to look at me. Harry grabs my hand once again. "Where can I go now?" He sways his hands back and forth, intertwined with mine.

"Let's just go get settled in for the night at Lacy's."

"I didn't ask her to stay there."

"Did you really think I was going to let you sleep on the streets tonight?"

"A little."

"Harry!" I nudge him and he wobbles backwards. "I had fun tonight, regardless of the fact that it's coming to an end."

"Really?"

"Of course! You lit 80 candles just to impress me." I laced my arms around his neck.

Harry shrugs. "Actually 102, but that's besides the point." He put his hands in my hips.

"Geez."

"I know, I have no control."