Willa & Charlie & Hydrangeas

Chapter 3

"The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart." -Helen Keller

Willa was death on wheels, her motorcycle skills proved to be lacking in some areas. Like the break use. She road fast and slowed down for no one. I clutched her small waist tightly in fear. We slid past a giant sign and pulled to a stomach dropping break in a dark parking lot. Willa turned to look at me, her face split in a knee weakening grin and eyes glistening with excitement.
God she is breathtaking, for a moment I forgot my queasiness. She stood and took off her helmet, hooking it on the handlebar. I followed her lead, observing the building in front of me. All the lights were off and there was no sign reading the buildings name. "It's my cousins building. So we aren't breaking and entering or anything, he gave me full access as long as I'm careful." My brows furrowed at that, careful?
The ballerina began towards the wooden door excitedly, pulling me with her. She slid the key in the lock, oppening the door into a small room covered in mirrors, all pristine and without a single fingerprint. My reflection shined back at me, messy brown hair and glistening grey eyes. I didn't mind the way I looked, usually didn't even care. But standing next to Willa made me feel inadequate, not good enough for her. I tried to smother some of my hair with my palm but to no success. She spoke quietly, "Open the door slowly." I complied, pulling open a door across the one we entered.
Willa squeezed my hand tightly, I just noticing that she hadn't let go. A fluttering sound captured my attention. Willa flicked on a light and a garden came to life in front of us. Butterflies soared and fluttered around the room in meaningless dances. Some sat on the branches of a cherry blossom tree housed at the gardens center, others on bunches of flowers surrounding a red brick walkway. Willa giggled, "I come here when I need to get away or when I just want to be around such pretty things." My heartbeat sped slightly as I looked down at her. She had closed the door and was now grinning at a monarch butterfly sitting on her extended hand. Her sunshine hair was tucked behind her ear and eyes narrowed playfully. What a sight!
A brief moment of courage swept through me. I brought one hand to her chin and the other to her rosy cheek ready to bring her in for a kiss only she did it for me. She pushed herself to her toes and pushed her lips to mine. I stood shocked for a moment, she stole my moment. I was supposed to be the one to kiss her first. Willa pulled back, a soft smile jumpstarting my heart. Maybe it doesn't matter who did what first.
I pushed my lips to hers and wrapped my arms around her waist. She sunk into me, kissing me back. Fireworks, sizzling crackles of color filled my stomach with each movement of our lips. I needed to breathe, but then again I also needed to keep kissing her.
So I kept kissing her, our lips dancing to the beat of our hearts. Willa pulled away first, a goofy smile on her lips and eyes full of happiness. I could only guess the same emotion reflected back at her in mine. "I was hoping you'd do that." I chuckled, "I couldn't leave here knowing I let the chance pass me by." She giggled and pulled me behind her, towards a spiral staircase in the corner, almost completely hidden behind bushes of lilacs and buttflies.
"Be careful of the little guys, they can easily get smashed." I nodded.
"I begged my cousin to do this. He relented after I promised to pay for it." Willa jumped up the last bit of stairs, letting go of my hand. I peeped over her head and just smiled.
Bundles and bundles of blue and pink and purple hydrangeas were planted around a old, yet beautiful wooden bench.
I sat down on the bench beside her, twiddling with the strap of my messenger bag. She glanced at the tip of my sketchbook and asked if she could see it. I gave it to her and watched at she flipped to a new page. She told a pencil and began drawing a cartoony version of myself, giant circles for eyes and curly short hair, my mouth only a smiling line. Then she drew herself with wavy lines of hair and even bigger eyes, the roses on her blouse larger and blob like. In her picture, we sat on the bench with dozens of B winged butterfly's and tufts of blob hydrangea blossoms.
Beside it she wrote, Charlie and Willa and Butterflies. And again the date and location