Looper Circus

Chapter 6

                  

I woke up, exhausted the next morning. I kept tossing and turning all night long. I had been having bad migraines on and off all night long.

I quickly sprung out of bed, wanting to hurry and shower and start getting ready for tonight.

I hurried to dry myself off and get dressed. I didn't own any nice clothes, so I opted for my old red watch, my least stained pair of jeans and a white dressy-ish lacey shirt- and by that, I meant one of the clown's girlfriends gave it to me years ago, and it wasn't a total "hootchie mamma" shirt and it wasn't a T-shit. It was in between.

After I got dressed, I looked at the clock, it was almost time for Weston to pick me up.

Wow, I thought I slept in really freakin' late.

I started walking to the edge of the field, nervously smoothing my white shirt. I made sure to walk along the edge of the field, so my uncle's wouldn't see me if they happened to be looking for me. Although, I'm sure they were drinking in their tent, since it was their day off.

I reached the edge of the field and patiently waited for Weston to pick me up.

I glanced down at my watch 4:10.

I suddenly felt nervous. What if he got here right before four and I wasn't here? What if he waited five minutes for me to come and I was late, so he left? I felt a knot in my stomach.

I sat down on a nearby rock and checked my watch again: 4:15.

Oh my gosh. He's not coming.

I'll give it until 4:30, I told myself, If he's not here by then, I'll go back to the tent.

I drew pictures in the dirt with a stick for a while, kicking rocks every now and again.

I refused to look at my watch, knowing time would go slower if I did so.

Finally, I gave into the urge and looked at it: 4:25

My heart dropped into my stomach. I didn't think Weston was the type to stand a girl up, but what did I know? I was some homeschooled freak who didn't know any of the boy-girl-dating rules.

A few minutes later, I dejectedly stood up to go back to the tent. I sighed, looking one last time out at the road.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar truck pull into my view. I was suddenly angry. How dare he make me wait 30 minutes when he seemed so interested in me yesterday? Who did he think he was?

The truck came to a stop and Weston jumped out of the driver's side, "I'm so sorry!" He walked up to me, taking me in his arms and hugging me hard.

"My sister ran off with her boyfriend after a fight with my father, so we were looking for her. I lost track of time, I was just worried. I'm sorry for accidentally standing you up for half an hour." He smiled sheepishly at me, making my heart melt.

"Its okay" I smiled up at him, "What happened with your sister?"

He nodded at the truck, "Let's get going to the party. I'll tell you on the way."

He opened my door for me and climbed into the driver's seat. He shifted the truck into drive and ran his hands over his face, sighing, "I don't even know where to begin."

"If I were you, I would start at the beginning," He glared at me.

He turned onto the main road, speeding to get to the party.

"I guess, from what I understand, my dad didn't want Amelia to date whats-his-face and forbid her from seeing him. That was a couple weeks ago," He rolled his eyes and glancing at me.