COUNTRY GIRL - The 7th summer

Chapter 4 - Kitty

I poke my finger into Harry's chest:

─ What is he doing here?!

─ Don't be like that Amelia. He's my mate, and he's nice. You'd like him.

─ I don't care, this is not-...It's not how it works!

─ Come on, it's just for a couple of weeks. It'll be over before you know.

─ But I wanted to be with you, I say lower, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

─ Well...I'm here!

─ You know what I mean.

─ No I don't, actually.

─ Don't be a prick Harry!

─ You're the one who's throwing a fit because I brought some friend of mine.

─ You know what, piss off!, I bark and rush back to Granny's house.

How can he be so oblivious? I mean, can't he understand I want to spend with him every second of the little time we have together?! I have been longing for him all year!

I can feel tears falling down my cheeks and I try to wipe them out before I go inside. I turn to see if Harry has followed me but there's no one. I can't see the pond from where I am but I'm sure he's laughing at me with his mate.

Dad gives me a wary look as I storm into my room but he doesn't come to bother me. I grab my teddy bear and curl on my bed.

The memories of last years overwhelm me...

// 6th summer //

Harry and I are watching a movie on the couch at my Granny's but it's so lame we are not really paying attention.

─ Oh, I don't reckon I told you, he says suddenly. I've been accepted at the Brit school!

─ No way! That's dope!

I know he wants to become an actor and I feel so excited for him.

He starts talking about what kind of class he's going to have and at some point - I don't really know how - the conversation becomes so random he ends up asking me:

─ Did you ever had a boyfriend?

I'm so dumbfound by the question I don't answer it. I just stare at him with big eyes. Somewhere deep in my mind, I hear myself wishing he'd be mine. My feelings for him are such a mess now that he's become more...manly? I can feel my cheeks blushing and it makes him laugh.

─ I guess that's a no, then? So...You never kissed someone? I mean like...french kissing?

─ What kind of questions are those?!

─ Don't play girl scout on me, he chuckles, I know you!

─ Yeah, well, if you do then you know I have the social skills of a spoon. I can barely make friends, let alone have a boyfriend!

─ I'm pretty sure a spoon would do better than you actually, he smirks and I punch him on the shoulder.

─ Did you, tho'?, I ask.

─ Did I what?

─ Ever french kissed someone?

He doesn't answer neither and blushes a little.

─ So?, I giggle.

I would have a hard time believing him if he'd say no!

─ I did...

─ So what? Was it bad?

─ Kinda...I dunno...She said it was okay for a rookie, he mumbles.

I burst out laughing and he starts tickling me out of revenge. We laugh and fight until we fall off the couch, Harry on top of me.

─ Maybe I should practise on you, he smirks.

─ In your dreams!, I laugh shoving him off.

But deep inside, my heart just stopped for a seconde and I wished I could say yes without looking like a foolish desperate girl who's falling in love with her best friend. I'm not even sure I am...

//back to 7th summer//