Fallen For Him (Editing)

The Hidden Path: Part 6

Above, I thought I would share a song that came on while I was re-editing this chapter just now, Untouchable by, Taylor Swift.

Have you heard of it?

Okay. Okay. The question of the day...

Go back to sleep and forget the whole thing, OR run off into the night after Harley.

What would you have done???  Yea. Me too!

I hope you like this chapter. Thank you, everyone, for your continued reads and support! xoxox

       As my mom left the room that night, I respected her by politely climbing out of my window. I knew she meant well with the advice and subtle permission, but she didn't come out right and say, "There's the door, and please while you visit that lovely friend of yours bring him a batch of fresh cookies to eat." There was no way I was going to walk into her lion's den. Especially for the mere fact - I always did the cooking, and I know for a fact sure as hell didn't make any cookies that night!

Harley and I used to have a favorite spot. It was located down the street past where we used to live in a large park. The name of the place was, Falls Creek.

If you were to walk into the entrance, continue past the swing set and large pavilion, you would eventually stumble upon an open man-made path.

The park had many paths. Each offering a unique place to enjoy the outdoors day or night. There used to also be unkept places to explore or to have sex if you didn't mind a few people passing by. Some places were wide open with tattered picnic tables and others were overshadowed by large pecan trees. For whatever the people decided to use the park for, we all agreed that it had a whimsical atmosphere about it.

Harley and I loved it when we could walk together to our spot. I used to skip down the paths like a school girl a few times. Harley would laugh at my expense, but I couldn't help but blush every time he had a twinkle in his eye. I had always hoped the twinkle was for me because when he smiled it those enticing slate-grey eyes stirred up butterflies deep within my stomach.

I also remember on two different occasions he joined me on a dare. He would pull me along with I also remember on two different occasions he joined me on a dare. He would pull me along with strong, warm hand as we skipped.  (He would kill me if he knew I told you that kind of personal information.)

We continued to skip until we came upon until came upon a large broken tree stump. The tree stump was our landmark that led to our safe-haven.

We would climb over the stump and follow the beaten path until we stumbled upon a large willow tree. We loved our willow tree. The branches hung low, providing plenty of shade on humid days. It was large and behind it was a tiny pond with an occasional bass popping to the surface to gulp up its' dinner.