Red Cure (on hold)

Part 4

                                                                                                                                       August 7, 2039 12:35 am.

              

               We’re getting along much better since last night, marine Stevens has talked more in the last couple of days then he has in the past three years, and so have I. There is something I have to tell you about Sean; he is the one man in the whole universe that merely has to stand still to get filthy.

               Marine Stevens finally consented to teach me how to drive and we did OK for a while but I was so nervous I started to panic, I was going really slow so marine Stevens told me to speed up so I did, up to fifteen miles per hour; He was annoyed at that point so he told me to push the pedal halfway down and I did, wanting to close my eyes and hoping we wouldn’t crash. It was to fast, I started to panic and the next thing you know we’re in a ditch.

               I’m outside the truck packing rocks under the wheel so that marine Stevens can back out and Sean is just standing there. Not that he didn’t offer to help there just wasn’t much to do. Marine Stevens is revving the engine and I’m standing back in case something goes wrong. So when a huge spurt of mud jumps at Sean as the truck escaped the ditch there was nothing I could do.

               I laughed so hard my sides hurt as he just stood there with his hands on his hips in the same position he was in before the mud attacked him. We got the truck out but Sean was to dirty to be allowed inside so he had to take another bath, I enjoyed every minute of it. Goodnight.

              

                                                                                                                                       August 7, 2039 10:00 am.

              

               I’m so tired.

               This is the first time that I’ve ever been so tired that I moved into the back seat so that I could sleep out of the sun. I think it has something to do with Sean being here, we talk more and do more things that have nothing to do with anything.

               Today Sean pulled out a pack of playing cards and taught me how to play slap-jack, and then go fish, then king on the corner. They were all so much fun but I think I liked the clapping game the best. You sing a little song about veggies going to the sea and only being able to see the sea, and while you sing you clap a rhythm and you go faster and faster until somebody messes up. I can now do it with my eyes closed, yes; we played it that many times.

              

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               I’m sooo tired!

               I slept almost all day but still I’m tired, maybe staying up so late isn’t such a good idea. But I can’t help it, it seems like I’m more alive at night, like the day is supposed to be the night and the night is supposed to be the day. On to better things, Sean is really nice. I mean, really nice, I’m not one to fawn over guys (not that there are any to speak of, but not the point.) but he is really, really nice.