The Fast Lane

Chapter 11

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but all I know is that I woke up in Harry’s arms.  He had pulled me onto his chest and was stroking my hair when I finally opened my eyes.  I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.  ”How are you this morning my love?”  He kissed me on the forehead. 

"I’m good," I snuggled closer to him.  He ran his thumb over my cheek where Alex had slapped me the night before.  It tingled.  He sighed.  "I was thinking today we could go out to this little place called FerrisTown.  It’s about thirty minutes away.  It’s just a little fair that’s in the middle of this farmer’s field year-round.  I just thought maybe we could take a little break from here.  Get out by ourselves.  Sound good, Love?"  I smiled and nodded.  I hadn’t taken a break from working in a while, and I could definitely use it. 

I got out of the bed and jumped in the shower.  I closed my eyes and let the warm water flow over my body and soak my hair.  I felt a cool breeze behind me as Harry climbed into the shower.  He kissed my neck and picked up a washcloth and began to drag it over my shoulders, under my breasts, and across my lower back.  He bathed my body and then shampooed my hair.  I laughed as he began humming and massaging my head, and when I turned around to look at him he had made himself a mustache and beard out of the foamy shampoo.  I stood on my tip-toes and kissed his lips, and he laughed at me when he saw my new ‘stache and beard.  ”Loooovely,” he laughed, “just lovely.” 

We finally got out and dried off, and then picked out clothes for one another. Harry picked out a purple billowy tank, white converse, and some jeans for me, and I picked out some black jeans for him (I was beginning to think that was all he had) and a light gray tee that had a heart over the left breast pocket.  I also handed him a tannish-green beanie to put on, and he pulled his hair back and tucked his bangs into the front of it.  He threw on some white converse that matched mine.  He was adorable.

During the thirty minutes drive, we turned on the radio and sang along to songs we knew.  Harry played with my hand when he wasn’t shifting gears, and he would squeeze my hand in correspondence with the beat of each song.  Finally, a song came on that neither of us knew. 

"You’re so pretty/when you cry, when you cry/wasn’t ready to hear you/say goodbye, now you’re tearing up my heart, tearing up my heart/you’re tearing up my heart…" 

"I quite like this song," Harry said after we listened for a little bit. 

I nodded.  I did too.  ”It’s so sad but at the same time it’s so like… upity?”

Harry laughed. “Upity? What the hell does that mean?” 

I blushed.  ”Well, I don’t know… I mean, like upbeat.  It’s not like most sad breakup songs.” 

Harry laughed again and looked at me.  His green eyes were so full of happiness.  I would never get tired of looking into them.  ”Well, Love, if we ever break up then I promise that I will sing this song to you at the top of my lungs until you come back to me.  Pinky promise,” he said, interlocking our pinkies.

I looked over and raised my eyebrows at him. “Oh? So we’re a thing now?  We’re together?” 

"Oh… well I mean, if- you know, we don’t… I just thought…" He looked so cute when he was nervous.  I laughed as he stumbled over his words.  He looked over at me, a little worried and a little confused.  I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.  When I opened my eyes, I could see him, still kissing me but looking sideways at the road in front of us.  I laughed again and grabbed his hand. 

We finally reached FerrisTown.  It was not at all what I expected; pretty run-down looking, and the wheat from the field was beginning to swallow up some of the attractions.  It was cute though.  It had a small ferris wheel and a few games like throwing balls at bottles stacked on one another and shooting water at a target.  There were a few spinning rides that looked like they were about to collapse.  It also had one medium-sized rickety wooden roller coaster, but I could already tell that was one I would not be going on unless forced.