Gabby
She pulled me closer into her chest before softly placing her chin on top of my head and I stiffened for a moment. It's not that I was unwelcoming of the gesture, it had only caught me off guard. I could feel her slowly lift away which suddenly became something I didn't want so I quickly grabbed the other edge of my blanket tossing it over us before allowing my arm to rest in her lap. She relaxed a bit and I felt the weight of her head against mines again.
I inhaled her scent. She smelled so good. So inviting. It wasn't a strong scent nor was it meek. She smelled of cocoa butter and sandal wood. And of course weed but it was soothing none the less.
"You still cold?" She whispered into my curls.
"No." I lied as a strong breeze tore through the blankets. I shivered lightly.
And once again I felt her move away. She unwrapped herself and slowly dusted off her pants after rising to her feet. "Sorry." I whispered naturally thinking I had offended her by lying.
"For what?" She quizzed with a confused look on her face. I didn't know what to say so I just looked back at her equally if not more confused. "Come on." She said reaching for my hand again. I placed my hand in hers and she gently lifted me to my feet. We grabbed the blankets and headed in the direction of which we had came.
A part of me didn't want to leave her. Not just yet. And especially not like this. She eventually softly dropped my hand as we neared the truck and stable ground. My pace slowed as she made her way to the tailgate of the truck quickly unlocking it and climbing onto the bed. She unlocked the trunk and placed her blanket into it. She came back to the edge and gestured for the one I was holding. I handed it to her before heading over to the passenger side and waiting for her return. Oh well guess it's back to reality. Back home to face what I had been avoiding all day.
"You ready to go home?" She quizzed leaning over the edge of the truck with a raised brow.
"Not really ..." I trailed.
"Well climb up." She said with a grin before disappearing. I head back to the back of the truck and eagerly climbed onto the bed. She was laying back on her side as she rolled a second blunt. I climbed next to her and folded my legs underneath me.
"I figured we'd get away from the water. Its a bit warmer here. Plus these ..." She hit the frame of the truck. "Will break the breeze."
"Right." I pushed my hair back away from my face. It was humid and my curls were starting to coil. It was beyond irritating.
"Here let me help you." She offered climbing behind me and handing me the blunt before placing both her hands into my hair.
She gently rubbed her fingers through it before separating it into two sections. "I remember when my hair used to be this long." She pulled my head back against her chest and began a large French braid on one side. "I hated it." She chuckled.
"I know right. Its such a hassle sometimes." I admitted recalling the numerous times I wanted to wack it off but had thought better of it. My mother would die. And Greg would have a mild heart attack.
"You ever thought about cutting it?" She quizzed as if she could read my thoughts.
"Once or twice." I understated. "But everyone around me would have a fit." I said with a shrug.
"Well what do you want to do?" She asked leaning over my shoulder and peering down into my face.
I stared back into her face. And she genuinely seemed concerned. "I don't know." I whispered. Another half truth.
