Our Farm

08

Chapter eight | Bonfire
Saturday

Lily's hair was curled and mine put into a high pony tail. We figured since it was dark outside, no makeup was needed other than mascara and lip gloss. We both wore leggings and sweaters. Since it was heading into fall, the nights were getting longer and colder, so we had to dress appropriately.

Uncle Ben is home now. He told me I could go to the party with Liam as long as I came back at ten, and sit two meters away from the fire. I would protest, but I had to agree with the guy. Breathing in smoke is definitely not the ideal way to get rid of bronchitis. Plus my parents would kill me.

Once we left outside the damp cold air hit my skin. My running shoes sank into the damp ground and the sound of distant voices filled the air. Lily grinned at me. "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"On the count of three." She said, "1... 2... 3!" I ran, my toes lifting off the ground as I raced her to the other side of the road. My lungs filled and contracted with air. My heart raced as I ran the last meter.

This was not at all smart.

"Come on slow poke! You're holding me back!" Lily shouted.

As I stood behind of her out of breath, tears began to fall down my face. Stupid impulse. "Dude. I'm sick." I said.

Her eyes widened. "Sorry! Sorry April! I- I forgot and got carried away..." she grabbed my shoulder, oddly rubbing it with her thumb.

"No it's alright." I said wiping my tears. "It's my fault anyway, I challenged you to the race." I grinned.

She smiled, "and I won by what felt like an hour."

"You know what! I will pee on you in the middle of the night—"

A voice near the house shouted, "are you coming or what!" I looked over and found Liam standing in his garage.

Me and Lily found our way over to Liam who lead us to the camp fire. Which at this time, to me, looked like they were burning an entire school down.

I looked at Liam dumbfounded. "Its called a bonfire, chipmunk." I rolled my eyes, but decided to ignore his constant stupidity.

Around the fire were five chairs. Two of them were taken up by boys who were in an intense thumb war. One had dirty blonde hair. The other had black hair.

Liam introduces the two, "this is Logan. He's the smarter one of the group." Logan looked over at Liam, his blonde hair perfectly complementing his skin.

"Ah thanks bud!" I decided to take notice of the dimple on Logan's left cheek as he smiled. His skin radiated red, either from the glow of the fire or the normal teenage hormones.

Liam grunted. He then pointed at the black haired boy. "And this is Theodore." Theodore had his curly hair plopped onto his head. I could tell he was a ladies man the way his eyes sparkled with mischief.

"And he's the dumb one of the group?" Lily asked.

I giggled, but Theodore's jaw dropped. "Rude much? No I'm the funny, nice and handsome one of the group thank you very much."