Chapter 12
It was as though last week broke through her barrier for good. All of this time I've been chipping at it, just trying to get a glimpse of what's on the inside. But me giving her that gift was the final chip, and I finally got through. I saw her, and got past the guard she had up. And there wasn't any going back.
We were inseparable, really. Hanging out everyday, whether it's me sitting with her in her yard as she read, or did her school work, or her coming over for dinner. We also worked together 4 days a week, and she didn't make me do nearly as much work as she did the first day.
I feel like we're actually friends now, and although I would love to be more, I knew that I'd have to be patient. She had just accepted our friendship, and I wasn't going to ruin that by moving too far too fast.
"What do you think cows think about all day?" She asked mindlessly, laying on her back with her legs crossed over one another. We were laying right next to the cow fence, just talking about nothing.
"I dunno. Probably about how great grass tastes, and how liberating it must feel to be able to shit and wee wherever they please."
"Okay, you're twenty one, and you just said the word 'wee'. I cannot believe that just came out of your mouth. Especially next to the word shit. They contradict each other."
"Hey, everybody says wee where I'm from. What do you guys say?"
"Pee," she said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, that's literally the same exact thing as wee, except you use a 'p' instead of a 'w'."
"Fine. Piss. You could have said that it must be liberating to be able to shit and piss wherever you please."
"Hey, that cloud looks like a penis," I pointed out, looking up at the sky.
"That was a subtle conversation change. But yeah, it does. Wow. It's kinda small, though."
"It's a cloud. How could that be small?"
"No, I mean like the penis, ball ratio is small. Like the balls are massive, and the dick isn't. So it looks small, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess. That cloud looks like a camel."
"I can see that. The one to the right of it looks like an ice cream cone."
"God, that sounds so good right now. Is there an ice cream shop around here?"
"Yeah, in town. You wanna go?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"Okay. I got my motorcycle back last week. Did I tell you?"
"Like forty times, I think," I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes.
"Okay, but since you insist on driving me everywhere, we're going on my bike today, okay?"
"No way. Not happening.
"Oh, c'mon, Harry. Live a little."
"Motorcycles are fucking dangerous, Gardenia. What if you kill me?"
She visibly flinched at my words, and I immediately knew I said the wrong thing. I scanned my brain for what could have offended her. The fact that her motorcycle was dangerous? Or that she could kill me?
I then remembered Mel's words at the mall.
'She has a reputation of getting people killed!'
I tried fixing the situation quickly, before she decided to cancel our ice cream trip.
"Okay, I will ride the motorcycle. But only if you have two helmets."
She nodded happily, practically skipping to the garage, pulling out two helmets. One was pink, and the other her regular black one. She strapped the black one to her head, handing the pink one to me.
