Irish Year Of Love

Christina's P.O.V- You

It was the fifth time now, whoever the hell was calling me and kept hanging up needed to go suck a big d-

"Christina, Lee needs you"

Lylah appeared in the doorway, her hair slung back with bobby pins but cascading in red curls just the same down her back. She was wearing shorts. I nodded, taking in her appearance. She lingered in the doorway before nodding and walking away. I liked her. But I didn't know what exactly it was that I liked.  She was interesting, in a kinda mysterious way. We hadn't spoken much, she didn't make much eye contact. The intensity of her eyes that night just weeks ago seemed like a distant memory compared to the way she was now. Apart from mutual conversations between Lee and I, and her occasional input, we didn't exchange much words, but I was only two days into my stay. I got up, stuffing the phone in my pocket, and ran down the stairs to see what Lee wanted.

"Lee" I stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Chris I wanna do something fun."

I grinned.

"I'm all in, what do you have in mind?"

She hopped up, with Jack on her side as per usual. He stretched for me and I walked over to her, taking him.

"Road trip?"

"Road trip?" I wasn't too sure about that..

"Yes" Lee flung her hands in the air and I knew I had to agree. To whatever the hell it was. She was getting excited.

"Just think of all the memories we could make. We should totally do this!"

"We meaning.. your sister too?"

"Duh! It could be the four of us, three girls and a baby! That's what we could put on the cover of our road trip album!"

I laughed, throwing my head back.

"I like it!" I pushed the memories of my previous road trip to the back of my mind.

"Hey go tell Ly!!" She grabbed Jack from my hands. "Let's go Babyboy, we have a lot of planning to do!"

"Planning already?! Lee don't get carried away!"

I shouted to her going up the stairs, but heard only a door slam in response. Guess so.

I didn't realize I was actually hungry till my eyes caught the fridge. I took out a packet of yogurt and stood by the window looking out at the back.

Lylah was...dancing? There she was, spinning and spinning, her head upturned to the sky, her red hair spiraling around her, with a smile on her face. I stood, hypnotized. After another couple seconds she stopped, obviously dizzy, and sat, knees up under her chin, facing the pond.

She was either mad, or drunk.

I went outside.

She looked up when she heard approaching footsteps.

"Christina."

"Lylah" I sat beside her, and outstretched my feet. She looked over at me. We sat in silence before she finally said

"Do you like it here?"

"I love it here."

"More than New York?"

"There's no comparison."

There it was again, the same sad smile she gave me the night I found her down here.

"You know, sometimes it's better to tell someone what's going on."

"Sometimes it's not."

"Why not?"