The Decision

6. On the Road Again

I wake the next morning to the smell of eggs and coffee. I sit up in the bed and find Micah eating at the table looking at a newspaper. “Morning sleepy head. You been asleep for hours but I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. Oh, and I got us breakfast.” He smiles so I smile in return and throw the covers back and walk over to him. I grab a piece of bacon and look over Micar’s shoulder to see what he is reading. He just looks up at me and winks at me. I laugh and push his face away and sit across from him. He is still laughing to where I think he might fall of his chair. “You okay there? Don’t hurt yourself.” He wipes tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath “Grab a cup of coffee and more bacon because we got to go.” I jump up and realize I put my clothes back on last night. I do as he says and grab all the bacon and a mug of coffee. He grabs our bags and steals a piece of bacon out of my hand and puts it in his mouth, yet it is too big to fit so it hangs out of his mouth. I giggle to myself and he turns around and says “What? Is this not beautiful or something because I feel gorgeous.” I laugh so hard I almost spit out my coffee. He's laughing too as we walk out the door, the bed astray and everything as we left it.

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I took the driver’s seat though Micah fought me about it. The lady at the front desk said goodbye to Micah and glared at me. I flipped my hair and put my arm through Micah’s just to make her squirm. Micah laughed but as soon as we got out the door I let go though he whined. Now we are driving, him cracking jokes with me just glaring at him. It’s like old times. At one point he says “You never felt the same way I did, did you?” “Peter, I-I… I'm not even sure. These days no one is as close to me as my sister because I don’t let anyone in. A boyfriend wouldn’t feel very welcomed.” I see him frown in my peripheral vision. “I feel welcomed. Let people in, Scarlett. C’mon, let’s start now. Umm, what's your favorite color?” “I love turquoise, like your eyes. That’s my favorite. What's yours?” “I like green, like the forest outside our houses. I think it’s beautiful and it reminds me of home.” “Well, there’s not much of it out here, that’s for sure.” He turns and stares out the window then nods. I begin to think I hurt him with the not letting people in thing because I realize I have let him in. “To answer your question, I feel that way now.” I stare out the wind shield, frightened that I said that finally and frightened to meet his eyes. “Wow, um, really?” “Don’t get all excited on me because I'm just realizing these feelings, too.” “Right and I'm sure Georgia has told you everything so no need for me to confess.” I laugh and finally meet his eyes. I turn back to the wind shield just as he grasps my hand. I lace my fingers into his and I see him smile a bit and so do I. I never realized any of this would have come to this moment. His hands are tough, but they are aware of my delicate ones. I see the first sign for miles and am already making plans in my head