Disturbed

Chapter 4-

My breakfast was awkward with my mom staring at me the entire time. I placed my plate in the sink and started scrubbing it. “I like that young man.” My mother admitted watching me carefully.  As I finished the plate I dried it up and put it away.

“Yeah, he is nice.” I mean I don’t have much to say about someone who I barely know. My phone buzzed and I figured it was Logan. To my surprise it was Harry. Wait Harry!?!?! The sly boy must have put his number in my phone.

From Harry *Don’t forget to meet me at the lake tonight. Let’s say around 5ish. H. XX

Before I could reply he text again.

From Harry*Don’t try to bail either. I know where you’re staying. ;)

Ugh Why? Why, why, why, WHY?!?!  There is something about him that drags me in, but at the same time I want nothing to do with him.  It’s not a date so I don’t have to dress up. I have no need to impress him anyways.

I sat in the house for a couple of hours before growing bored. I can’t sit here all day staring out of the window and waiting for five to get here. It was only 1pm and I hadn’t moved an inch. We had a TV, but my dad had taken it over watching every possible game that was on.

There isn’t much to do in town either. I mean there is the bar, the diner, and a few small stores. I could go running I guess. Quickly I slipped my sneakers on and pulled my hair up. I started down the road toward town then turned around.

For some reason my feet carried me to the path I had been down previously. I sat at the end by the lake and glanced over to the isolated cabin across the water. There sat the blue pickup truck in the drive. That same light was on and there was no sign of Harry.

There I sat asking myself a million more questions. Does he have any siblings? Does he live alone? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? I felt my head slowly throb from the million questions that needed answers.

I gave up and stood. I decided to walk back instead of running. I let my hair fall and the breeze blow through it causing the waved to tangle up.

As I made it back to my cabin I noticed something on the porch by the door. It was orange and large. I neared it and saw it was flowers, orange flowers. Orange roses to be exact.

On the inside were 5 blue roses. I have never seen a blue rose in my life. I gently pressed my finger over them feeling the softness of each petal. I could smell the sweet scent coming from them.

Who brought these? I thought as I searched around for a note. I found nothing on them and brought them inside to the kitchen where my mother sat. She was always in the kitchen as sexist as it was it was true.

“Oh where did you get those?” She quickly ran over to me and placed them by the sink.

“I’m not sure. I came back from my run and they were on the porch, just sitting there with no note or anything.” She searched for one as well and shrugged.

“Maybe they are from Harry.” She grinned.

Harry would never give me those. He isn’t that nice and that would be really weird considering our acquaintance status.

“Do you know what each of these mean?” My mother placed them in a vase and onto the table. I shook my head and looked at the different colors.

“The orange is desire and the blue is mystery and rarity.” She sipped on her coffee and lifted the paper back up.

I excused myself from the table and into my room. I grabbed some clothes and hopped into the shower. “He didn’t send those. I know he didn’t send them or there would have been a note.” I shook my head of the thought and washed up.