Covered ~ Hemmings

Six

- Six -

The boy for the corner shop was leaning against the old wooden door frame, hands in his pockets and a crooked smile plastered on his face. His eyes were focused on the strands of ginger hair that danced in the blustery morning. Then he flickered his gaze down to a pair of tiny girly hands that were covered with colourful rings and held a heavy bag each. A pale pink scarf was lazily tied around her neck and a look of weariness became plainly visible upon her face as she struggled to keep walking with those weighty bags. 

 A strong gust of wind took the ginger by surprise causing her scarf to untangle itself and fly not so far away from where she was standing. The neckerchief landed on a lanky brunette boy’s shoulder that was leant against a door frame. He took it in his calloused hands gazed at it as if it was a delicate flower that needed to be treated as such. The boy looked up just to meet the emerald orbs that were partly hid behind a ginger fringe. His face turned into one of determination and his feet starting moving in the direction of the petite girl with the colourful rings and bags twice her weight. 

 The girl stood in her spot awaiting for the boy’s next move after he stopped in his tracks in front of her, scarf in hand and a small smile on his lips...

A knock on the door followed by a sweet voice made me stop what I was doing.

“What are you writing today?” Sophie said as she sat next to me on the bed. 

“How two people fell in love in the street this morning”, I replied smiling at the thought of what had happened that day when I went grocery shopping. 

“That is so cute!” She clapped and jumped on her seat. Sophie was a very excitable girl and loved romance more than I loved chocolate (and that was a lot).  “You should posts all these cute little stories on a blog”.

I shrugged at her suggestion because I thought that nobody would be interested in reading any of my little stories. But as my friend was so excited I simply said “yeah, maybe someday I will”. 

“That would be so awesome. I mean, to stop letting all your stories die in your black notebook”, she said picking at her nails. 

“They are not dead”, I defended as I took my notebook and closed it before standing up and placing it on my desk next to my laptop. Sophie just nodded without saying a word.

My black notebook was one of my most important belongings and I always had it with me. Its pages were full of little stories, thoughts, poems, some drawings that were more like doodles. Most of my daydreams ended up inked on the white pages. Of course, I had more notebooks that were now stacked on my bookshelves. I had completed seven notebooks at that time and the one I was using was my eighth. 

“Hey Amy. Yes, I’m here. Give me a sec and I’ll put you on speaker”, Sophie’s voice made me turn around to see who she was talking to. “I told Amy I was coming here and she demanded that I called her so we could all talk”. 

“Hello, there. Now, we want all the juicy details so spit it all out right now”, Amy practically yelled through the phone that was now placed on my bed. 

“Okay, here I go” I took a deep breath as I sat down next to Sophie and started to tell them about my date with Luke.

*

“You didn’t kiss? Are you still in high school?” Amy shouted and I could pictured her arms in the air to add drama to her words.

“Well, I just…You know...” I started saying.

“Amy, shut up!” Sophie scolded her. “Let Bella have her fairy tale, like Ashton and me”, she grinned even though Amy couldn’t see her. Like I explained before, she was a sucker for romance and she got all Disney when talking about her boyfriend (and relationships in general).