Visting Austin

Comfortable.

Chelsey.

                “I have a question,” Chelsey was careful when she spoke around Harry. She was really hoping that Harry couldn’t tell.

                “Ask anything.” It took Chelsey a second to muster up the courage to actually ask him anything. So in the time she looked out onto the woods, all very bright and vibrant. Chelsey wished she could get up and run through the woods and find an awesome tree house or something. That only happens in movies, idiot.

                “Will you give me a tattoo?” Chelsey giggled a little bit at the shock on Harry’s face. She didn’t mean to startle him, but he thought she had meant with a needle and real ink.

                “I get them, not give them.” Harry’s arm was up around the back of the swing, and his thumb lightly brushed Chelsey’s shoulder. Chelsey shivered at the light touch, it felt like fire, even on a nice spring day.

                “I mean like with a marker, draw on me a tattoo you want to get,” Chelsey had always been told the way you think is weird. “You can see if it would look good,”

                “That’s not a bad idea, I’ll be right back.” When Harry was gone Chelsey felt herself breathe. Once she had relaxed she moved her legs up on the swing so she was laying on her back, her neck on the arm rest.

                Harry walked out to the porch again, this time with a pencil pouch of some sort. He stopped in his tracks and looked at Chelsey. She could only see him out of the corner of her eye, but gosh did he look amazing in the sunlight.

                “Now where and I supposed to sit?” Chelsey could hear the cheeky in his voice as he step next to the swing moving his body slightly so he was looking straight down at Chelsey. What a disgusting angle, sit up fat ass. No.

                “Here,” Chelsey ignored the voices and lifted up her legs. She was wearing shorts, which was risky. Harry smiled and sat down under Chelsey’s legs.

                Once Harry was sat down, Chelsey placed her legs over his and this made Harry laugh. Chelsey was feeling comfy next to Harry, and she figured she could get used to this, but you won’t have to, don’t worry.

                “Alright, just relax. Close your eyes and imagine you are somewhere else.” Chelsey did as Harry told you. But there was a problem, anytime Chelsey closed her eyes bad things were shown.

                “Talk to me, please.”

                “What do you want to talk about?” Chelsey heard the tip of a marker open. She felt a breeze of sweet wind, and she tasted the sound of Harry’s velvet voice. Closing your eyes gave you a new view on everything around you.

                “Anything.” Chelsey answered. She breathed in and tasted the sky, the wind and the faint cherry seeds from a tree somewhere in a distance.

                “What’s your middle name?” Harry asked just as Chelsey felt the smooth tip on a marker on her leg. She wondered what color it was.

                “May.” There was a line drawn.

                “When is your birthday?” Chelsey thought about it, her birthday had just passed.

                “April 13th.”

                “You were born in April and your middle name is May-“ He thinks you suck. “That’s pretty cool.”