Rowan

IV

Her dad's a drunk. Her Mom has only 4 toes. She has no siblings. Her favorite color is yellow. Her best friend's name is leslie. She likes me.

"Okay okay, but what about you? What's your family like?"
She asks softly. I don't know what to tell her, naturally.
"They're alright I guess."
Was all I said. She wasn't amused by my reclusive response. 
"That's a horseshit answer. Any siblings?
"Yeah, four. All of them are dickish besides one." I say with a laughing tone.
"So who's the favorite?" She grins.
"My sister, Sarah."
"That's sweet."
"I'll introduce you two sometime.        She's a real hoot."
"I'd like that."

I held her hand for a bit while we dabbed out and shared stories. I avoided telling her about my past and future, she told me all about her passion. I longed for her to love me and even having only just met, I knew i would never regret it.
Hours and hours past and around 2 A.M I heard the dread cry of my brother, Josh, coming in for the night from my bedroom window.
"Aye, yo fuck you man aha I'll catch you tomorrow night."
I nudged Rowan playfully telling her that I'd drive her home and about 10 minutes later I was on the road with her nodding off in the passenger seat and my hand softly fooling around with hers.