OLDER
CONTACT ME
DIARYLAND
2003-04-22 - 2:18 a.m.
While I stared down at my arms she shifted on the bench, the wood creaking beneath her. She moved closer to me, puting her arms around me. Her right arm moving across my back and rested on my shoulder. Her left arm touched mine at the elbow. She ran her hand down my arm slowly, feeling the texture of the scars again. Feeling the bumps in my skin like some kind of tragic braille story. She leaned her head in and our temples touched, she whispered almost as if she didn't want me to hear, "You don't have to tell me."
Then she placed her hand in mine and we sat there for a while longer. When all the traffic heading towards the bars had died down, and the last firefly had flown away I looked down at my watch. It was quarter after nine, "Do you have to be home at a certain time?" I know it was a stupid question, but I said it anyway. She sat up a little straighter and pulled her arms from around me. Her hands folded in her lap and she looked down at her shoes, "My aunt wants me in by midnight every night. Since no one in this town will talk to me, I'm usually in before this, she's probably worried about me." She stood and stretched, arms raised to the sky, back arched in a near perfect curve, causing her breasts to pull her t-shirt tight to her body and up exposing her stomach. She looked down and caught me staring at her body in the near darkness causing her to quickly pull her arms down and cross them over her chest. She shot me a dirty look, but I could only smile at her. "I'll walk you home, if that's all right with you?" Again, I know it was a stupid thing to say, but it came out and I couldn't take it back. So, I sat there staring up at her, waiting for her to make a decision. "That would be nice. And I can show my aunt that I finally made a friend in this town." I stood up and put on my backpack. She began leading the way to her aunt's house. Down Main Street, left at Golding's Drugstore, three blocks past All Saints Cemetary, and right onto Veronica Lane. It wasn't that far of a walk and the entire time she told me stories about spending summers here with her brother, before her grandfather died. For some reason I couldn't place seeing her here before today, but my memory isn't the best. About halfway down the street we stopped in front of a blue house. I looked at the address and a smirk grew across my face. "Is there a problem?" She asked as she noticed the half-smile I was wearing. "No, no problem at all." When we got up to the porch the door openend before Nikki could even pull out her keys. Standing in the doorway dressed in jeans and a work shirt from the car plant was her aunt, arms crossed over her chest, stern look on her face, "Nikki, you better have a good excuse." "Well I do, aunt Susan. I met a nice young man and we've been enjoying each other's company for a while." "I'd like to meet this nice young man, but all I see here is Seven." "It's good to see you too, Miss Welch.
