Events

Chapter 8-Lets Go

I would like to say I woke up to the birds chirping and the sun streaming in through my open window, however I didn't. I wish I had though. My neck was sore and felt like it was stuck in this awkward position. As my eyes slowly opened I could hear a faint knocking in the background. I pulled myself up into an awkward sitting position as I blinked towards the door.

I saw my dads head peak in as he waved to me. I smiled slowly at him from my seat by the window. As I gained my surroundings the memories from last night came to life the more I looked around.

"Hey kiddo," he smiled as he came over and sat on the seat beside me. He looked at me and smiled before turning to look out the open window. I smiled to myself as I noticed Noah's window was open as well, but his curtains were pulled tight, blocking any view into his room.

"I never realized how close their house was to us. It's like you could climb in through this window," my dad laughed. I guess he didn't know that is exactly what happened. With Noah constantly coming in my room through the window I could only assume my dad had no idea he was here.

"I've heard things about him Violet," my dad started. I immediately snapped my head up to look at him however he was gazing across the gap and looking directly at Noah's windows.

"He doesn't seem that bad," I tried to reason. I wouldn't really call us friends, but we definitely weren't strangers anymore. However, I was not happy with my dad making comments about Noah when we didn't even know him.

"Emily talks about him all the time," he paused as if contemplating whether or not to continue. "Apparently he's quite a troublesome boy, and she's finding it difficult to, well, you know."

I didn't know, but I could only assume the worst if this information is coming from Emily.

"Emily is a bitch though."

"Violet," my dad warned. He looked at me with his "dad look"-a mix of disapproval and dissatisfaction with what I had said. I thought it needed to be said though. He then added, "you shouldn't speak of her like that, she's a very nice lady. She's having some difficult with Noah; he is very troublesome you know."

"Okay dad."

"Maybe it would be better if you stayed away from him for awhile," he continued. "Let him settle in first."

I mumbled an incoherent answer as my dad checked his watch and sprang up. He looked around my room, scanning the area and picking apart everything I had cramped inside. It wasn't extremely messy, just a few things out of place.

"Looks like you had a fun night," my dad chimed as he strode out of my bedroom. There was no way he could have known what happened last night. Noah and I were fairly quiet as we entered the house. My dress was also hidden beneath a blanket and the shoes had disappeared. Before I could say anything he peeked his head back in and added, "I'll be at work if you need me."

I sighed as I could hear him walking down the hallway and slowly down the creaking stairs. I stood up, reaching for a comfy long sleeve and a pair of shorts. The only good thing about windy days like today was I could wear anything I wanted. It was warm enough for shorts but also cool enough for pants.

As I slid off my dress from last night and pulled on my shorts and sweater I could smell the salty air flowing in through my window. The white curtains flickered gently with the breeze and I smiled to myself, taking in the beauty of the moment. I hugged my sweater down my hands and sat down beside my window.