Irish Year Of Love

Christina's P.O.V - Red Hair

I must say, something was there.

Whatever the hell it was though, I knew I shouldn't push it, but I couldn't stop myself, dumb as it might sound it was like some type of magnetic force was connected to her that I was drawn to. I knew from the get go if I kept hanging around her I would only like her more and more. And now was not the time to get involved in any way with a young girl.

But I was only speaking to her. What harm could come from speaking? I wouldn't flirt, I wouldn't stare. I would only talk. So nothing could come of anything.

I rolled my eyes at my stupid theory and rolled over in the bed beside Lee. We had two days to decide where her 'epic road trip' was going to begin and end and I wouldn't be lying if I said the planning looked like it was gonna take more time than the actual goddamn trip itself.

"Chris" she groggily opened her eyes and reached for me, pulling me nearer to her.

"You know I love you right?" I said to her sweetly.

"Yes..."

"Well I'm just letting you know that it's you I love, and not your morning breath."

I pushed myself up and out of the bed laughing as she called me every nasty name in the book. I went in the bathroom to clean my teeth, wash my face and do something with my hair before going downstairs.

Lylah sat in the couch, reading a book. From above, I watched her run her hair through it before saying

"Hey, good morning"

She looked up quickly, as if I frightened her.

"Hey" she gave me a small smile.

I waltzed to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing yogurt and two oranges.

I sat myself right beside her, watching her eyes go closed then sideways at me.

"Oh am I bothering you?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No, not at all"

"You look uncomfortable"

"I'm not.." she shut the book, reassuring me.

I slid down, practically on my back and stared at the roof.

"Any progress in the epic road trip?" She asked.

I laughed.

"Ask her, not me. If it was up to me we'd just be staying here"

"You don't like adventures?"

"Of course." I sat up staring at her.

"But we can have all kinds of adventures right here at home."

I cocked my head to the side, studying her reaction.

I watched her eyes process and register my meaning ..

Then finally, a smile.

"What are you suggesting?"

"What do you think?"

She held my stare, and her mouth opened to say something when Lee appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Jack on her side. She looked away.
And to think I just promised myself I wouldn't be any kind of flirtatious.

"What are you guys up to?" She walked towards us lazily, still half asleep, and plopped herself right in the couch between us. Jack instantly started crying.

"Okay fine goddammit."

She practically yanked out one of her tits and stuck in his mouth.

I looked away to stop myself from laughing.

"You do know you could be gentler with him right?" Lylah asked.

"You do know that you could do something else apart from staying cooped up in here all the time right? Like have a social life"

I looked at Lee, who had a very sour expression on her face.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"What do you care? It's all she does anyway, stay in the house, reading her stupid books and writing her stupid little poems, watering her stupid little flowers"

I looked over at Lylah who was getting up.

"Lee stop. What's wrong with you today?"

"Whatever" she pulled her breast out of Jack's mouth and the crying started again. Lylah reached for him with no opposition from Lee who simply got up and went back up the stairs. Lylah then walked outside.

Through the window, I watched her rock Jack back and forth on her knees until the crying subsided and his little eyes slowly closed. She then leaned back.

I joined her.

"Do you think she's bipolar?" I asked, triumphantly getting a smile out of Lylah.

Mesmerizing.

"She's probably just in one of her moods. I don't think she got much sleep last night."

"Jack wasn't crying last night though.."

"I know" she said and closed her eyes.

"So what are you talking about?"

"It's personal" she said.

I leaned back, not surprised by the response.

A little later I decided I was going to go visit my dad. I grabbed my keys and stepped outside which proved to be  amazingly cold. Sweater weather, I thought to myself before spinning to go grab my jacket from upstairs.

"Hey where ya headed?" Lylah collided in me on the stairs. She looked at the keys in my hand.

I ran my hand through my hair.

"Don't sneak up on me. Just to visit my dad."

"He lives nearby?"

"I guess you could say that.."

"Can you give me a ride?"

"Sure. Where are you going?"

"Well I need to return some of these books to the library..

She held up a bag looking like it could hold six to seven books and I nodded.

"Of course. I'm just gonna run up there to grab a sweater because outside is-

"I brought two just in case" She held up her other hand which held on to a blue leather jacket.

"I heard you getting ready" she said, offering an explanation as to why she knew beforehand I was leaving.

"Thanks" she smiled at me and I took the sweater from her, convincing myself that the chill I got when my fingers brushed against hers was just a reaction to the cold.

On the way, I stole a quick glance at her staring out the window.

"You okay?"

"Yeah fine, just thinking."

I knew better than to ask what about.

"Have you ever wondered how a person could be so completely in love with someone who does nothing but abuse them?" She asked.

"No. In fact I've never wondered that."

"Well what do you think about it?"

"Well. Love is the dumbest thing to ever happen to a person. It blinds you and makes you do things you don't want to. Like stick to a relationship like that."

"How can a person love someone that abuses them?"

"Hope for change I guess?"

Where was this coming from?

"I'm just curious. I watched a movie with a storyline like that"

I sensed she was lying but I didn't question her.