It's So Easy | Buddy Holly

Trellis

October 12th, 1958. 2:37 am, The Holly Apartment

My eyes shoot open and I sit up quickly. I nudge Buddy next to me to make sure he's alive and real.

He stirs and rolls over, slowly opening his eyes. "You okay?" He mumbles. He always seems to sense when I'm upset, even when he's asleep. I guess he wakes up easily when he senses that I'm hurt or upset.

I nod and put my hand on my forehead. "I had a horrific dream."

"What was it about?" Buddy asks, sitting up and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"We were on tour. It was freezing so we chartered a plane. The plane crashed. It killed everyone. We were dead." I say, leaning into him. I can't help but let a few tears fall.

"It was just a dream, baby. It'll be okay. I'm here and we're alive. I won't let us die until we're old and already half way in the grave, okay?"

I nod and look to him. His hair is a complete wreck thanks to sleep and earlier tonight's shenanigans. Mine can't be better. His eyebrows are in disarray and he's not wearing glasses. He's still the most handsome person in the world.

November 5th, 1953, Lubbock High School

(A/N, Buddy's writing is bolded, Violet's is underlined.)

9:12 am- Biology class

Buddy and I are sitting in our usual spots. He sits to my left at our table. This classroom is weird, instead of desks, we have tables that seat two. I'm doing worksheet when I feel a piece of paper hit my arm. I look over and Buddy nods towards a folded piece of paper that says "read me" in his boyish handwriting. I open it slowly so Mrs. Cheryl doesn't notice.

Do you think we could hang out tonight?

'Hanging out' has evolved to mean doing the deed.

I don't know, my parents will probably be home. You know their rules about closed doors.

My mom will definitely be home, she'll interrogate us.

Damn it. I'm sorry, Buddy.

We can definitely find a way around it.

Are you that desperate?

Possibly.

If you can think of a plan, I'll follow it.

Wait, wait, you have that trellis by your room window? I could climb up that.

That is actually a good idea.

Exactly.

You are welcome to climb the trellis. Just don't get hit by the apple tree.

I'll try not to end up horribly deformed by the time I get to the window.

You'll end up completely unrecognizable

Would you still love me?

Maybe just a little.

I'd still love you if you ended up deformed