Fly With Me

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The train lurches forward throwing me off the bed. It's not a fast movement it is just enough to get me out of bed. The train is moving so very slowly. I'm guessing this is going to be a long ride. I want to lie here longer. I'm just so comfortable. Another part of me is telling me to get out of the fluffy bed and explore the train. There is something else I need to do. What is it? I need to find Navy. I have to know why. Why he never told me the truth. I have no idea if I will get to see him again after we get off the train. I need to tell him the truth. I need to tell him I love him and I need to tell him goodbye.

I yank the covers off of myself and walk to the wall where Serine had said the bathroom will be. I hesitantly touch the wall. It slides out of the way and reveals a big silvery bathroom with yellow flowers everywhere. I walk in and go directly to the sink. I look in the mirror. It looks like I have been crying. I must have had a bad dream but I don't remember it. I am so glad I don't. I wash my face with cold water and dry it with one of the big puffy yellow towels hanging beside the sink. I pull my hair down and run my fingers through it. It is still very knotted. A little too knotted to fix with my fingers. I open one of the drawers under the sink. There are hair ribbons of every color, rubber hair ties, brushes of all different shapes, hair extensions that look exactly like my hair, bows, fake flowers, hair pins; anything you could think of for hair was in this long wide drawer under the sink. I am afraid to see what is in the other compartments in this room. It is more frilly things for my hair and face and just a bunch of things I will never use. I pull a brush out at random and run it through my hair. It only takes a couple of seconds and my hair is as soft as it has ever been. I put my hair in the same fish tail braid and tie it with a rubber hair tie from the drawer.

I leave the bathroom and find Navy sitting on the corner of my bed. I didn't hear him come in and know I locked the door before I went to sleep. "How did you get in here? The door was locked." He just looks at me and smiles. "My dad's a locksmith and well my dad's a locksmith."

I'm guessing his dad wants him to become a locksmith but that is not want Navy wants. He wants power. He wants to be able to tell someone what to do. I think it's where we grew up. We have no power. We are all poor. We are all significantly unimportant. He wants to be somebody. He wants to be known and important to someone. The thing is he is important to some one. He is important to me. I don't know what I will do without him.

"Come on lets look around," he says grabbing my hand. His hands are big and warm but they have been hardened over the years. He opens the door and pulls me out of the room and into the hall. He has to lead me through the hallway because my mind is elsewhere. I am holding back tears. Life without him. Life without the only friend I have ever had. Life without the boy that I am desperately in love with. The thought is almost unbearable so how will I ever say goodbye?

We walk into the room with the colorful pastries that I first enter when I boarded the train. I guess this is the front room. It seems like it is trying to be a living room like in a house. We don't stop to look around here though. We just keep walking. It doesn't look like he wants to look around. I think he is taking me somewhere. But where? He leads me all the way to the other end of the long train. There is nothing there just metallic walls on every side of me and him. "What now? You basically just dragged me through the whole train and we didn't stop to look at a single thing." He has that same grin on that he had on in my room. The kind of smile that makes you want to melt. "Wait for it," he says. He reaches out and touches the wall not taking his eyes off of me. The wall slides out of view revealing a huge kitchen.

This is where he wanted to take me. This is exactly what he wanted me to see. Nothing else this is it. He took me to the one place I feel completely in control. He took me to my domain. He took me to the kitchen. I love to cook. I love every little thing about it. And here in this kitchen where there is every thing I may ever need to cook with. Every utensil. Every spice. Every everything. I am in cook mode now but I really don't know what to do with myself. "It's amazing," I say a little short of breath. "I knew you would like it! Go look around. This may be the only time you will ever get to see something like this." He is right it maybe the last time I can be happy in a kitchen like this. I know on the way back I am going to be so torn because I will no longer have Navy.