Chapter Eight
I wake up the next morning to the sound of my dad knocking on my door.
“Ambrosia, Sawyer is here.” I shoot up from my bed and look down at my rumpled clothes.
“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath, I hear my dad chuckle and walk back downstairs. I rush into my closet and strip off my old clothes. I pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I walk back out into my room as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. I look up to see Sawyer sitting on the middle of my bed.
“Hey.” He whispers when I come out. I blush and slap my hands to my thighs, causing Sawyer to jump slightly.
“Hi.” I say, walking over to him. I sit in front of him, and he stares at his lap.
“What are we going to do today?” he asks. I stare at him while I think, and then I smile brightly.
“Would you like to go to an amusement park?” I ask, and he smiles.
“I haven’t been since I was little. I would love to go.” I stand up from the bed, and pull Sawyer with me. We walk downstairs and pass my dad in the kitchen.
“Be back before tomorrow.” Dad says and I nod. Sawyer waves in his direction, and we walk out of the front door. I head over to the car, and help Sawyer get in. I get into my seat and we start off onto the road.
“So, you like amusement parks?” I ask Sawyer, and he smiles.
“I do, I love the strong wind you feel when going down the hills.” I smile and nod. Sawyer fiddles with his fingers as I race down the highway. I take his left hand in mine and hold it tightly. Sawyer blushes, but smiles. I shake my head at my weird movements, but find myself smiling all the same.
“How did you sleep?” Sawyer asks.
“I slept fairly well, how about you?”
“I slept like a rock.” I chuckle and roll my window down, Sawyer follows in suit.
“Would you like to listen to some music?” I ask. Sawyer nods his head and I switch on the radio.
“I love this song!” Sawyer exclaims, more to himself than to me. I snicker and bob my head to the beat of the song while Sawyer mumbles the words.
“What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat. I'll be the fire that'll catch you. What's so good about picking up the pieces?” he tilts his head out of the window as he starts to get slightly louder.
“Nobody prays for the heartless. Nobody gives another penny for the selfish. You're learning how to taste what you kill now. Don't mind me; I'm just reaching for your necklace. Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.” I smile when his voice breaks slightly, but he continues to sing the song until the end.
“You have a really good voice.” I tell him, he jumps slightly.
“Oh, thanks.” I chuckle and he blushes.
“We are almost to the park.” He nods his head and we both start to sing along to the radio when Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana comes on.
