"AND I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 500 MORE TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOUSAND MILES TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR" We all yelled as we listened to the song. It was such an old song but certainly a favorite of our little group. A great classic. I couldn't help but laugh loudly at Jack and Katie dancing awkwardly around the pool. It was an action I wish that Carson would take with me. Suddenly I was greeted with a hand in my face.
"Hannah, dance with me." Carson dramatically stated in an old-timey English accent. I laughed slightly and took his hand. We jumped up and started dancing together to the song. He spun me around and around. My head felt fuzzy. Like if had one too many drinks. Or what i imagine taking a long drag of some sort of drug would feel like. But I was completely sober and had never tried any drugs in my life.
Carson was a drug -in my own terms. I got just enough time spent with him and the time away from him felt too long. The saddest part was he had no clue. Not even a little.
We all danced until our feet were sore from the pavement. For some odd reason I found this night more incredible than it truly was.
I was glad for it to be happening. And I never wanted anything to be different. I wanted to always be with Carson and my best friend Katie. I wanted to be so joyful like I was in these moments. I wanted to feel so entirely free.
I don't remember what time it was when we went inside or what we did after we went inside.
All I know is I was exhausted and I woke up last. I was on the couch, still in my swimsuit - which was still a little damp. I could hear voices. The voices were all too familiar to me. It was Katie and Carson. I trained my hearing so that I was fully focused and able to understand their conversation.
"So Hannah doesn't mind?" Carson spoke first.
"Yeah, shockingly she likes it. I bet Jack wouldn't mind. " Katie spoke now. I didn't want to know something I shouldn't, but the curiosity inside me was writhing to hear more. What wouldn't Jack mind? What were they talking about?
"Carson! Don't burn the eggs!" Katie squeaked.
"Shit!" He curses. "Ah, goddammit. Why couldn't you cook?" I nearly laugh.
"You begged me to let you so shut up!" Katie defends, jokingly. I hold back my laughter. Carson was too strong-headed to let Katie win this argument. He retaliated quickly.
"You should've listened to Jack when he told you to cook in my place." Their words would seem hateful but their tones were laced with enjoyment and laughter. Carson was the kind of person you got along with even in an argument. He was just too charming and kind.
"I did say that" I heard my brother enter the room now, his loud footsteps signaling it was him before his voice did.
"How in the world is Hannah sleeping through all this?" Katie broke the argument and they all started laughing together.
I heard Katie begin cooking another batch of eggs and muttering something under her breath. I waited a few more seconds before I decided to fake my waking up process. I groaned a few times and stretched out my arms and legs. I then rolled off the couch onto the floor and popped up quickly to see Carson sipping a mug, surely filled with coffee due to his addiction starting the year he began college.
You could see his smirk, which told me that he was holding back laughter.
"Good morning, Sleeping beauty. Took you long enough to wake up. " He chuckled. I flipped him off and laughed slightly. He laughed and flipped me off as well. I rose from my spot on the floor and gravitated to my spot at the table. Katie was cooking and Jack was right next to her, speaking to her in a low voice about something. I was skeptical about them but turned my attention to the boy -who happened to be much taller than me- that was taking his seat across from me.
