05. sweeter than honey
I awake to a light shining in my room. I didn't wanna get up, I wanted to sleep. Still dazed, I thought to myself for a bit and then remembered my new friend, Fiona. After remembering her, I threw the covers off of me and quickly threw on a shirt and pants and race downstairs. I see Fiona sitting at the table with Olive and Horace. I walk in and sit beside Fiona.
"That's why you should not play with snails, Olive." says Horace.
"Oh, whatever. Snails are nice and I'm sure Fiona agrees with me, right?" says Olive.
Fiona stares at the two, confused.
"What are we talking about?" I ask.
"Well little miss Olive here brought in 5 snails, and I don't think it's a good idea for her to be playing with snails because snails have about 14,000 teeth and could probably bite her." says Horace. "You could die, Olive."
"I'm not going to die because of a snail, dummy." says Olive. "Besides you're probably lying because snails to you are slimy and icky and you don't like that kind of stuff."
"In fact, I don't. And I don't think Miss P would appreciate it either."
"Whatever."
Fiona looks at me, then reaches over and takes the snails in her hand.
"What are you doing with Frank, Joe, Bob, Tim and Lulu?" asks Olive.
"You named them?" says Horace, wide eyed. "Jeez, Olive, how naive can you get?"
Fiona gets up and walks out the door. I sit there for a bit, then follow.
"Darn, I was planning on making a snail farm." Olive says.
"Goodness gracious." scuffs Horace.
Fiona is already half way down the garden by now, so I pick up my pace and catch up to her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Returning these snails where they belong." she says. She places them in a mound of dirt. I can tell by her actions that she's a nature freak, and there's nothing wrong with that because I am, too. Fiona turns and starts back, but I jump in front of her and I think I might of scared her a bit.
"So, I was thinking..." I say with a grin. Fiona stares at me. "Um, well I wanna show you something." I say. She continues to stare. We stare at each other for awhile until I take her hand and pull her with me as we walk to a place that's always meant something to me as long as I have lived here.
It's awhile to walk but we finally arrive. It's a huge oak tree on the top of a hill, where it overlooks the bay. It's my safe haven other then the home or a field of flowers. What makes it different from the other two is that it's peaceful up here. All you can here in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Fiona, who is staring off into the distance smiles and turns her head. "It's beautiful." she whispers.
We sit down against the oak tree. "It's just us now." I say. "Don't be afraid to tell me anything. I'm here for you and I hope that you can trust me."
Fiona stays silent for a bit. "What more is there to say." she says. She looks at me. It was a time where I got a good look at her face. I noticed she had dark freckles against her light brown skin. Her eyes seemed golden in the sun.
"I just, well, you know, want to get to know you." I stutter. She was gorgeous and nothing like I've ever seen.
"I'm not interesting, and my life is sad." she says. I can tell by the way that she talks that she's broken inside.
"Then talk about your life. I'm here for whenever you feel like opening up about it. And Fiona, if anyone's not interesting here, it's me."
"I doubt it."
"It's true. I'm absolute trash, you know? I'm boring and stupid and ugly and have a bees nest in me. An actual bees nest!"
Fiona mumbles something under her breath, but I didn't quite catch it. "What?" I ask. She mumbles it again. "Fiona you're gonna have to say it a little louder."
"I said you're not stupid and that you're quite handsome!" she says, loud enough to where it sounds like a yell.
I'm shocked, but feel myself blush. "You think?"
"Yes."
I lay back against the tree. "Fi, you're sweeter than honey."