Haven's feet pounded the pavement in rhythm with her racing heart. Her lungs were yearning for the wet Vermont air they were being deprived of for the second time that day. Causing her pant to grow into a painful wheeze.
"C'mon, Haven." She huffed, her arms pumping harder than ever. "Just a few more yards." She slowed her pace, three-fourths the way up the drive. She kneeled on the porch, her lungs immediately inflating in a loud gasp. "Oh god." She fumbled with her keys before stumbling into the foyer clumsily.
"Haven? Is that you?" Came her mothers echo'd voice.
"Yeah. It's me." Haven straightened, making a Beeline for the kitchen.
"Where have you been? The wedding planner will be here any minute!" Ms. Scott exclaimed, setting up an assortment of fruit onto the silver platter.
"Why does the cheese smell like ass crack?" Haven scrunch her nose in disgust, eying the lumpy mound on the platter.
"Why are you sweating?" The older woman frowned. "Where were you?"
"No where, god." Haven rolled her eyes, easing her short fram off of the high island top. Obviously, she had nothing much to hide. But her mothers persistent poking and prodding had irked her.
"Well why are y-"
"I'm going upstairs" Haven let her annoyance be known, turning on her heels before her mother could protest.
Eventually, Haven found herself relaxing in the familiar sink in her old matress. Her mother had tried to replace it months ago, giving up when haven decided to go on a 2-day hunger strike.
Little did her mother know, Haven had an assortment of snacks hidden in her wardrobe.
Haven sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Stretching, she padded over to her modest desk. On it sat her cherished record player. Although old, battered and bruised; she loved as if it were her child. Next to it sat her iHome. Picking up her phone, she scrolled through Spotify, eyes quickly skimming over the playlist she'd listened to over and over again. Setting the device down, her lips spread into an admiring grin as she stared down at the old thing. Pulling her eyes away from it, she scanned her wall, covered in vinyls, old and new. She eyed the empty square in the top rightcorner, frowning slightly.
Plucking the Arctic Monkeys vinyls from beside the space, she gently placed it onto the player, chuckling lightly as the familiar tune began.
Do I wanna know
If this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
I was hoping that you'd stay.
Throwing herself back onto her bed, she folded her arms behind her head. Shutting her eyes, her thoughts began to drift to everything and everyone imaginable. From Chinese Dragons. to Death Leopard, her thoughts were limitless. But, they often drifted to the odd brunet. It felt as though his loud, endearing laughter rung in her ears--hours after she'd heard it. laughter bubbled up from her throat as she thought back to the time back in the cafeteria.
hey, it's haven. She qucikly sent the text before tossing herphonedown with a groan.
"Haven! The wedding planner will be here any second! Hurry down!" Mrs. Scotts tone was sharp and crisp--it was the tone she used when speaking with Haven often. Usually a sign that she was annoyed, stressed, or agitated.
She was probably all of the above right now.
With an eye roll that would infuriate any mother, Haven dragged herself out of her bed, plucking the needle off the vinyl before marching down stairs, and into the chaos that'd become of her living room.
YOU ARE READING
Chasing Eden
Novela Juvenil"All you have you do is take my hand, Haven. I could show you a world worth living." In which a boy and a girl literally collide in hesitance and awkwardness. c o p y r i g h t o f writteninouryouth t w o - t h o u s a n d - a n d - f o u r...
