The life we never lived

☁Chapter 7: Teenagers under the starry night

☁Chapter 7::

Teenagers under the starry night 

       

          I breathed loudly out of my mouth as I kicked pieces of golden leaves with my scuffed up Keds and later trapping some of the air in my mouth like prisoners before releasing them. The leaves whirled all around me and they landed in the puddles spotted all over the sidewalk. A couple of leaves escaped the puddles and danced between my feet. The ones that ended up on the sidewalk faced the wrapped of getting smashed by my boots. They looked as though they were a puzzle piece waiting for someone to put them back together.

          The tedious day at school was horrifying long as I turned out to be the third wheel of Stella and Jordan's little love roleplay because Charlie didn't come to school today. To add onto that, my mum decided to put picking me up to the back of her mind so I had to walk home this time round.

           Sucks to be me.

         I was just about to turn a corner into my neighborhood when I noticed an old pickup truck parked on the grass vertically in front of my house. It was rusty and dirtier, with a faded red colored clothing it's exterior; I was positive that this was the truck. It sitting on a slanted hill, making it look like it could possibly roll down the side in any minute. It was obviously carelessly parked by the owner. There was a sign sloppily printed paper on the window that read "Pickup truck. 2,500 dollars." I wanted to walk over and scrutinize the truck as my grimace slowly faltered, but I didn't want to cross the busy road, so I just stopped and stared at it from a respectable distance.

            Did a human really drive that vehicle?

         Charlie and I had the best times with that pick up truck my thoughts retorted as a smile swimmed on my lips. I continued walking down the sidewalk as the memories wafted through my brain.

 *Flashback*

         "Your family will be eating my dust, Bla! !" Charlie chirped, as we chased after me with the massive water gun in his malice grasp.

         "Step on a lego, Char!" I yelled back as I increased my speed to widen the distance between us.  

          We must have been around seven years old when our parents arranged the most epic water fight. There was this battered fence which separated our yards which perfected the battlefield. It started out to be a playful water gun fight but it overlapped that limit to a cold blooded combination of World War II and the Cold War as Charlie and I stared down at our drenched clothes. We all looked as though we have been thrown to the bottom of the ocean for hours.

            I was almost choking on laughter as I dashed away and turned and caught a moment where I saw my mother engulfing Charlie in a bucket full of water with soft chuckles escaping from his lips; making no actons of defense . He smiled at me and beckoned over to me as his pierced eyes caught my own. I was a little skeptical because he had a water gun in his hand, I could just be walking into a trap but shrugged at the warning and sauntered over to him anyway.

         I was about three feet away from him when he grabbed my hand and dragged me over to his driveway. He climbed into this bright red pickup truck which he had recently bought and unwrapped a cloth which was hiding a pile of fresh cotton like towels.  He tossed one my way and wrapped palm around my wrist in order for my to join him in the truck.

           I was soaked in water, my every cloth wrapped around my body drenched, so I threw a smile of gratitude his way as I scrutinized around to see if the coast was clear before wrapped the towel around as much soaked areas as I could reach.  My hair looked like someone had just thrown me into a pool and his was damp down to his face. Even though we were both freezing cold, shivering like a phone on vibrate, our fingers and noses were bright red, we laughed. I couldn't remember why exactly we were laughing but the moment just felt right.