Waiting For Autumn

Chapter: 14 - November

November 25th, 2015
Autumn is 16

"So, do you want to come to the store with me?  You seem bored."
Nathan comes up to me in the dining room. 

"I'm just reading."
I say.

"Well that's boring."
He shrugs.
"Come on, it could be fun."
He begins again.

"Why are you acting so nice to me now?"
I ask.

"Can we just go? I don't have time for this."
He states.

"That's what I thought."
I snap and continue reading.

He waits around a few seconds before he gets anxious again.

"Listen, Autumn. I'm just getting warmed up to this kind of thing. I'm in a good mood now, would you like to go shopping with me? My mom would like some thanksgiving things."
He says.

I stand up.
"I think you're just bipolar."
I say, and shove the book into his chest.
Walking past him and being rude wasn't very easy, especially to a girl who was trying her best to be nice.

He laughs under his breath, tosses the book on the table, and walks out the door with me.

"So what kind of things does she want?"
I ask.

"A turkey, stuffing, potatoes and green beans."
He looks up.
"I think that's it."

"I think we better call her to make sure."
I chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll call her when we get there."
He smiles.

We get into the red car, and he puts the keys into the ignition.

"Ready for this?"
He says, an excitement in his eyes.

"As ready as I'll ever be."
I sigh, and put my seatbelt on cautiously.

He starts the car, the engine growls, as he puts his seatbelt on and begins driving. 

"Be careful."
I say in a panicked whisper.

"Hey, you should get your temps."
He says as he pulls out of the driveway.

"I don't think so."
I say.

"Why not?"
He asks.

"I don't have a way to get there."
Is my terrible excuse.

"Um, what do you think we're doing right now?"
He chuckles.

I stay silent, and watch out the window.  I didn't like driving much, in fact, it scares me.  What if I hit someone?  I could never live that down.  I didn't even trust Nathan driving me around.  He could kill us both.  To me, he seemed a little emotionally unstable.  He could be a mass murderer, or worse, some kind of psychopath. Not only could I not trust him, I couldn't respect him either.  He's a teenager! He could be a player, and I hate players.  He kind of looked like a player.  I glance over at him.  Maybe not.  I'm overreacting, aren't I?  I always overreact. 

"What's wrong, Autumn?"
He asks. 

"Nothing."
I mumble.  I ponder it over a little.
Maybe I should get to know him better.  That always resolves any untrustworthy feelings.