No More Misery

Twenty four - Hensley's POV

I had on my button up cardigan, leggings, and my black converse. I was headed out the front door to spend the day with Watson. 

"Bye mom, I love you. Just going out with Watson." I felt it vital to tell her where I was going this time to ensure her satisfaction and to decrease her worry and curiosity.

"Hens, I don't know if I feel comfortable with you going out right now. Grandma's death is still, fresh. After the stunt you pulled four days ago, I just don't think it's a good idea."

"The stunt I pulled? Mom, seriously. It wasn't a cry for attention if that's what you're trying to say."

"No, hunny. Of course it wasn't. Look I didn't mean it to come out that way. All I'm saying is that I don't feel comfortable with you going out." Mom sighed.

"Please. I'm nineteen. Have some faith in me. You can trust me. Watson is waiting for me in the driveway. He wouldn't pick me up to drive me away forever."

"He's here now? Well, you should've asked me to go out first."

"I'm not a child mom. I truly don't need your permission to go out. Wat-Watson heals me. He makes me feel better. I need to spend the day with him. Letting me do this, it's a good decision." 

Mom looked me up and down for a few seconds, sighed and then said, "Okay, I trust you." 

"Thank you. I'll be home by curfew. 8:30 you said, right?" 

"Yes." 

I opened the door and ran out to Watson's car and got in.

"I'm sorry for taking so long. Mom almost didn't let me leave the house."

"Well, it might not be a bad thing to stay home. Give yourself time to reflect on things."

"If I didn't know you well, I'd say you were the one majoring in Psychology."

"Hens, that wasn't a Psychological remark," Watson laughed, "It's common sense."

"So you're stating that I have no common sense?" I tilted my head.

"Of course not. You know you're smart. Don't do that to me darling."

Watson has never called me 'darling' before, and now that he has, I feel honoured. 

I couldn't help but kiss him.

"So, where're you taking me?"

"It's a surprise."

We ended up at a bowling alley. I haven't bowled in years. Watson won the game by very few points. We both lacked bowling skills. No strikes were furfilled.

We were back in the car and driving to the next location. It was Chik-Fil-a. We went through the drive thru, and then Watson took us back to his families cottage to eat it.

"Thanks for a fun night." Watson was sat down at the kitchen table.

"No, thank you. But, the night isn't over yet!" I gleamed, leaned over him and kissed his cheek.

Watson transitioned his resting facial expression, into a small smile.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I could tell his energy was off.

"Me? Nothing. Real question is, how are you doing?" He pulled me by my waist to sit down on his knee. I wrapped my arms around his neck and touched my nose to his.

"I'm fine." Deep down, yes, my grandma was in my mind. But I've never been one to spread negative thoughts. I kept a lot to myself. Plus, I think that talking about her would make things worse.