Red Velvet

Plaid Flannel (Ch. 12)

I hated the idea of saying goodbye to earth. Or Tate, my mother, or any of my close friends. It was a negative thought that quite often intruded my brain. Especially Tate, now that I had gotten so close. We'd even taken the next step and made it official. What he would do without me is unknown. Yet, I still always had a positive thought that I could go successfully through the surgery. My brain would of course need time to heal. But maybe my future plans could resume and stay on the track that they had been on. Tate and I could be together how we had planned and I could go to college. The positive and negative thoughts constantly took over my brain. Who knew what was next?

Tate wanted me to come over and watch movies with him. I knew that it would be more than just movies. Deep talking, deep kissing, deep.... God knows what else? I had thrown on a loose, red flannel and tight fitting jeans. My flannel was buttoned three-quarters up and a white top protruded from underneath.

I felt too drowsy to drive to Tate's, so he agreed to pick me up. He picked me up around 10 in his white Mustang. It was my favorite car and he just happened to have it. He arrived at the door looking better than ever without even trying. His jeans were not too tight but tight enough to give an estimate of what was inside and he wore a black v-neck, while his hair was ruffled and messy he looked sexy. When we got in the car he turned on his Mix CD that was always playing and drove to Denny's. Even when he drove the looked amazing. He always has a concentrated look on his face and he would occasionally pull a hand from the wheel to fluff his hair. It was the sexiest thing ever. Damn he was perfect. He always has a half smirk on his face that makes you want to rip his clothes off and make him feel like he never has before.

Denny's was short and simple. We had a small breakfast with deep talk. It was nothing unusual, considering that Tate was a deep person underneath his jock looks and personality. I loved the way he treated me. Like nothing was wrong. And the biggest surgery of my life wasn't coming up. I liked it. I really did. He kept me sane. And feeling. Alive.

It was a new feeling I had never experienced. Like breaking a bone for the first time. Or falling in love for the first time. Something new. And inexperienced.

When we were done we were off to his house. We drove through the valley to get to his house. The views were lush and green. Animals roamed the free land. Occasionally rolling , sniffing, or chewing the grass. It was nice to see. Chickens, cows, goats, horse. It was new to the eye. The last time I was on my way to Tate's I could care less about the scenery. But ever since of developed the tumor I saw life in a whole different light. I favored every moment like you would a cheesecake. Let every bite explore the buds of your tongue.

The thoughts of what could happen at Tate's began to surge through my brain. Endless possibilities.