FREE THE DOVES || H.S

7 | The High Beams

THE SOUND OF THE rain on the window felt regular. Not exciting. Not nice. Not peaceful. Just regular and basic. Mundane and boring. Dolly sat on Bonnies bed. It was a creaky wooden set. The kind that creaked a lot if you moved too much on it and the rods that held up the mattress dug into your back. But Bonnie was used to it. Dolly was not, she shifted uncomfortably, grabbing a pillow and putting it underneath her like she's had to do many times before.

Bonnie was holding up a jar. "His names Sam," she said.

Dolly nodded. "Yeah I got that," she replied staring at the large lopsided words along the side of the jar that spelled Sam The Fairy in pink writing.

"Harry caught him for me."

"Kitten can pounce."

"He can."

Bonnies foot was wrapped in white gauze. Stuff her mother had on hand. She didn't think it would make much of a difference but decided to wrap it anyways. The tight pressure made it feel better. She didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was some sort of placebo she wasn't sure.

"Bonnie! The phone!" her mothers voice travelled through the ajar door and into the girl's ears.

"Speaking of the devil," Dolly said already having a good idea of who was on the other side of the phone.

Bonnie quickly left the room, running down the stairs and into the kitchen. She found her mother standing with the phone pressed to her ear, letting out small chuckles. Once she saw Bonnie, she said a 'she's here' and passed the phone along to her.

"Were you talking to him?" But her mother didn't answer, only turned around with a small knowing smile. "Hello?" Bonnie finally said into the phone.

"Hey Dove. How's things?"

"Good, good, how's you doing?" she was leaned against the wall with her head resting on it and her finger twirling the cord. Her mother whistled a tune as she listened to the classical music, she so very loved and cooked supper.

"I'm good honey I'm good, so High Beams you heard of it?"

She looked to her mother cautiously and lowered her voice, "yeah who hasn't?"

"Well wanna go tonight I know where its gonna be."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "wait really? How?"

"Tig knows people, I know Tig, I know you. Bam. Fun nights."

"Yeah yeah okay. Doll can come?"

"Course Missy Dollyface can come."

"Okay yeah. Time?"

"Nine, we'll be at the top of your driveway. Tig will pick us up there."

She smiled. Mainly because his pretty voice just had that effect on her. Also, because she was really itching to see him again. And he was about ready to swim across the lake just to see her as well.

"Okay I'd talk to ya more, but Doll's upstairs don't wanna leave her waiting on me."

"Whatcha wearing?" he said suddenly without missing a beat.

"Tonight, or right now?"

"Both."

She looked down at herself, "jeans, long sleeve, basic stuff."

"You wearin' a headband?"

"Always."

"Fuckin' sweet." She heard a distant yell from Harrys side of the phone before he called out a "sorry ma," and lowered his loud voice a few notches.