Troy was lying on top of my car, stomach against the hood and her feet in the air near the windshield, her tiny body not taking up much space at all.
She was staring out the one lone window in the garage with a dreamy look in her eyes, running her hands through her long dark hair that draped across her shoulders. Occasionally, she turned to look at me, and then would go back to the window.
“What are you thinking about Troy?” I asked while setting down the part I was cleaning. I couldn’t pay much attention to it anyways with Troy around. Too much distraction.
She shrugged, “I miss the city,” she breathed her eyes dazed and distracted, “I wish I could escape.” she sighed, the homesickness clear as day in those dark eyes.
I frowned, knowing how often she felt trapped here, and going against everything I wanted to say to change her mind, I kept my mouth shut.
She couldn’t stand this town, no matter how much progress it had made, or how much some people here had grown on her (meaning me). There was no sense in trying to persuade her otherwise.
Silence hung in the air, while I refused to speak and Troy broke it, “Do you ever want to get out?” she asked curiously, eyes big and brown and innocent.
The question brought me up short.
I had never really wanted to get away like she did, although I had my moments…and I know my sisters ran at first chance.
There were a lot of bad memories here, but there were also good ones. All the good memories I had were in this town.
“Sometimes…but this is my home…It’s all I really know…I have people here that I care about.” Not to mention La Push is where I met you, I thought but didn’t say out loud.
“So you can’t see yourself moving on?” she asked, her head in her hands, no rudeness projected anywhere in her voice.
“In all honesty I never planned to spend my life here…but I can’t leave anytime soon.” I sighed, thinking of the pack and of my dad.
If Troy wanted to run, how could I follow her? I had so many responsibilities.
Another silence had ensued, but the conversation was never forced with us. She could take as much time as she wanted and the conversation wouldn’t ever really die.
“So what do you plan to do, if you stay?” she questioned, finally meeting my eyes. I could see curiosity in hers, and wondered what Troy saw in mine.
It was easier to answer that question, because that had been the only thing on my mind since finding Trinity. What my life would be like...with her…
Of course I couldn’t exactly mention that when I started to build my future, she was the main component, but I could still give her details.
“Well, I guess I’ll get a job somewhere…working with mechanics…get married and buy a house that makes my wife happy. Maybe have a few pups?” I evaded her gaze and felt heat flare up in my face.
“Is that all you want to do with your life?” she asked, surprised.
Without realizing I’d moved, I hovered over her, my knees pressed against the fender as I leaned down and brushed our noses together, her body facing the opposite direction from mine. I heard her breath get caught in her throat around the same time her heartbeat picked up. She looked away from me shyly.
“What more is there to want?” I asked, leaving her even more speechless than before, if that was possible.
It gave me a grim satisfaction to see that I was messing with her head a little, although I didn’t know the extent of how or why.
