The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 38: Florence

-Florence’s P.O.V-

It was a bright and early Sunday morning that I awoke to and I bounced out of bed as soon as I remembered the big occasion planned for today. It was nine o’clock and I still had an hour left to get ready, but I raced nonetheless. Breakfast was hastily gobbled down and my shower was – surprisingly – quick. After I had combed through my bedraggled curls and knots and dried myself, I donned a simple casual dress that I had bought last month.

When I had strapped on my sandals and snatched my purse up from the counter, I slipped out of the front door and waited on the front steps to the house. I had left a little note inside for my brothers when they woke up, informing them of my whereabouts but I’m sure they wouldn’t arise for at least another hour and a half.

My mood was still clouded over with rejection and anger, both directed at a certain someone. He was still in love with someone else, the words plagued my mind and I struggled to find a positive point in anything. I was attracted to him and he’d just strung me along without a care for my emotions, all because of a blonde beauty that he was probably still going out with! Was it a long distance relationship, did he still call her every night? How could he be so cruel as to send mixed messages to me that way?

I shook my head. I was acting like we were actually in a relationship and he’d dumped me. That wasn’t the case; I needed to get over this. God, we hadn’t even kissed and I was angry at him for having a girlfriend!

I had waited for less than five minutes before an unhealthy sound reached my ears. I reasoned that it would have to be close for me to be able to hear it, but I was proved wrong by how much time it took for the car to reach my vision. I guess that my super hearing was stronger than I had thought, and it would take a little getting used to before I felt normal again.

A beat up old Volkswagen lumbered down my street and came to a halt in front of the house with a splutter. Its age was apparent with the scratched off paint from various small accidents and even the faded blue colour gave it away. Joullian’s head popped up on the other side of the roof and he grinned at me, slamming his door shut and rushing over to meet me. He was dressed casually like me and I almost sighed in relief for the fact. He wore a pair of light jeans and a t-shirt along with blue sneakers, but I wouldn’t have minded if he wore track pants and a singlet. Fashion really wasn’t my forte, nor did I care for it.

“Hey Florence, I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” he worried, giving me a soft hug as I stood up.

“Not at all,” I lied, out of politeness.

He opened my door for me like a gentleman and I gave him a small smile in response. Despite the outward appearance, the inside of the car had been well looked after in its many years, and at least it didn’t smell terrible either. The beige seats were comfortable and I looked over the outdated radio as Joullian sat down and started the car.

“Does this even work?” I asked, touching the knobs and buttons to work the old thing. It wouldn’t really surprise me if it didn’t, but light conversation broke the awkward silence that both of us were aware of.

“Actually, it does.” He pressed a red button and music began to softly flow out of the speakers.

I laughed at his choice of radio station. “Opera? How can you like this?” I giggled. It was an oldie’s channel; that was for sure. If I recall, my grandmother loved to listen to the stuff...

“So I have an odd taste in music, I find it kind of calming actually,” he smiled but kept his eyes on the road. It was good to have a happy, caring guy in my life that was funny at the moment. It was a nice break from an infuriating, two timing idiot, and I needed to get my mind off of him pronto. We drove out of the street and onto the road that would take us out of Banff, and I grew curious.