It's So Easy | Buddy Holly

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A/N: Underlined sentences are spoken in French, but I wrote them as English, I don't think most of you know French. I don't XD.

November 28th, 1958. 9:54 am, The Winter Household

I wake up and look at the simple black wall clock. It stands out among the light lavender walls and white trim. The sunlight is silently streaming in through the sheer curtains. I stretch and slowly sit up, rubbing my eyes. I feel almost like a teenager again, waking up in this room. Various pictures taped to the walls. Pictures of Buddy and I, pictures of landscapes, candid pictures of my friends laughing. Pictures of celebrities and pictures of my family. Pictures as old as me, pictures taken right before I moved. They coat the walls. I stand up carefully, as to not wake Buddy. I look at them. My all time favorite picture has to be the one of Buddy and I laughing hysterically in my backyard by a campfire. It was taken by Vincent, who always knew when to snap a picture.

August 17th, 1954, 7:13pm. The Winter's backyard

I almost resented my parents for making me attend this dumb barbeque. They were having all of their work and neighborhood friends over. It's all middleaged adults and their snotty kids, some our age, some older, some younger. Dad insisted on us making a campfire for the kids so they can roast marshmallows and make s'mores. I was put incharge of making sure no one got burned and that the fire didn't get out of control. Naturally, I made Buddy help out. His family is here, too. They insisted we do it "the true Texan way" His older siblings, Larry and Patricia, and his parents. Patricia is with her husband and newborn daughter, Cindy Lou. Cutest baby ever. I don't know where Travis is, but I don't ask.

"Miss Violet, may I have a marshmallow?" a small girl asks. She can't be more than six.

I turn to her, wide eyed. I have never been called "Miss", nor do I want to be. "Oh, yeah, of course!" I say, reaching for a marshmallow and a stick. I jab it on and hand it to the little girl. She has a mane of curly blonde hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

I go back to talking to Buddy about the upcoming school year. Finally, we're going to be Seniors.

I feel the girl tug at my shirt. "Miss Violet, is he your..." the girl looks around and leans in. "boyfriend?" she whispers.

I laugh lightly and nod. "He sure is." I whisper back.

"I wanna be a cool teenager like you someday, Miss Violet." She grins. She's missing her two front teeth.

I have no idea how to respond to this little girl. I don't know her name, who her parents are, or why she knows my name. "Everyone is cool in their own way."

"I think you're the coolest! I want to be as pretty as you and I want to have a cute boyfriend, too!" She beams.

I nudge Buddy, hinting for him to help me.

"Uh, yeah! You'll be the coolest teenager." Buddy adds in.

"My momma says I'll be the smartest teenager! I know how to spell my name! T-A-B-I-T-H-A! Tabitha!"

I still have no idea who this little girl is, but I remember hearing about a Tabitha.

"She says I look like a little angle in my new skirt! I got it just for today!"

"Oh, don't you mean angel, Tabitha?" I ask, stifling my laughter.

"No, I mean angle! Momma says I'm a obtuse angle." She says, putting her marmallow back into the fire.

I look at Buddy, and on que, we both laugh. I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe, my ribs are aching. My eyes are watering so much, I worry my eyeliner might smear. I'm trying to stop laughing, but everytime I try to stop, Tabitha looks at me and says "ANGLE".