sorry I forgot your name.” I said sheepishly as I walked towards them.
“It’s ok, my name is Brenda and this is…” I finished before she could.
“Remi, yeah, I remember.” I said. My stomach was shaking like a chihuhua on meth but I needed to talk to her, if only for a few seconds.
“He remembers your name Remi.” She snorted as if they had an inside joke.
She gl ared back at h er aunt like she wanted to light her on fire and then gave me a smile but didn’t say a word. That little problem needed to be fixed and pronto.
I cleared my throat because somehow it was clogged up all of the sudden.
“Hi Remi. I think I forgot my manners yesterday, must’ve left them at the airport. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Cooper.” I sounded like a cheese head when those words left my mouth but it was too late now. I could see now that her eyes were brown, but not regular brown, almost like a caramel brown.
She took off her dirty gloves and stood up and her aunt stood as well but proceeded to go into the house saying something about glasses of sweet tea. She nodded her aunt’s way and walked towards me. I’ve never been scared stiff, but I sure was nervous stiff.
“Hi Cooper. I wasn’t the friendliest yesterday either. It’s nice to meet you too. Where’d you come from?”
I gave her a quizzical look and she continued.
“You said airport, where are you from?”
“Oh, yeah, Charlotte, North Carolina. What about you? Did you grow up here?”
“No, I just got here on Saturday. I came on a bus from Texas.”
Her aunt came out with two glasses of tea and set them down on a small table that looked like one my…Eric built.
“Y’all have a seat and chat. I have a phone call to make.”
She turned and smiled at her aunt and winked. I don’t think she meant me to see it, but at this point she was under my microscope. Everything she did was just fascinating to me. And as she climbed the stairs I got to witness something new that fascinated me. Her legs.
“Ok, thanks” She started up the last couple stairs and sat down in one of the chairs and took a long gulp of the sweet tea and then made a face.
“What?” I laughed at the face she was still making.
“Oh my Lord, it’s sooooo sweet. It’s pure sugar!” She laughed.
“Yeah, this is how my Mom makes it, so I’m used to it.”
She sat back in the chair and let her head fall against the top. If it wasn’t serial killerish I would so pull out a camera and take a picture.
She popped her head up and said “So, how old are you?”
“I’m seventeen. School starts in a couple of days, which sucks.”
“I’m seventeen too and yeah, I hate school.”
I laughed at her blatant hatred for school and we made more small talk for a few minutes and my stomach was shaking less and less as I listened to her talk. She was funny and sarcastic as all get out.
Her aunt came out of the front door and the screen door slammed behind her.
“OK y ‘all, it’s lunchtime. Cooper, do you want to join us?”
I jumped out of my chair. “What time is
“It’s ok, my name is Brenda and this is…” I finished before she could.
“Remi, yeah, I remember.” I said. My stomach was shaking like a chihuhua on meth but I needed to talk to her, if only for a few seconds.
“He remembers your name Remi.” She snorted as if they had an inside joke.
She gl ared back at h er aunt like she wanted to light her on fire and then gave me a smile but didn’t say a word. That little problem needed to be fixed and pronto.
I cleared my throat because somehow it was clogged up all of the sudden.
“Hi Remi. I think I forgot my manners yesterday, must’ve left them at the airport. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Cooper.” I sounded like a cheese head when those words left my mouth but it was too late now. I could see now that her eyes were brown, but not regular brown, almost like a caramel brown.
She took off her dirty gloves and stood up and her aunt stood as well but proceeded to go into the house saying something about glasses of sweet tea. She nodded her aunt’s way and walked towards me. I’ve never been scared stiff, but I sure was nervous stiff.
“Hi Cooper. I wasn’t the friendliest yesterday either. It’s nice to meet you too. Where’d you come from?”
I gave her a quizzical look and she continued.
“You said airport, where are you from?”
“Oh, yeah, Charlotte, North Carolina. What about you? Did you grow up here?”
“No, I just got here on Saturday. I came on a bus from Texas.”
Her aunt came out with two glasses of tea and set them down on a small table that looked like one my…Eric built.
“Y’all have a seat and chat. I have a phone call to make.”
She turned and smiled at her aunt and winked. I don’t think she meant me to see it, but at this point she was under my microscope. Everything she did was just fascinating to me. And as she climbed the stairs I got to witness something new that fascinated me. Her legs.
“Ok, thanks” She started up the last couple stairs and sat down in one of the chairs and took a long gulp of the sweet tea and then made a face.
“What?” I laughed at the face she was still making.
“Oh my Lord, it’s sooooo sweet. It’s pure sugar!” She laughed.
“Yeah, this is how my Mom makes it, so I’m used to it.”
She sat back in the chair and let her head fall against the top. If it wasn’t serial killerish I would so pull out a camera and take a picture.
She popped her head up and said “So, how old are you?”
“I’m seventeen. School starts in a couple of days, which sucks.”
“I’m seventeen too and yeah, I hate school.”
I laughed at her blatant hatred for school and we made more small talk for a few minutes and my stomach was shaking less and less as I listened to her talk. She was funny and sarcastic as all get out.
Her aunt came out of the front door and the screen door slammed behind her.
“OK y ‘all, it’s lunchtime. Cooper, do you want to join us?”
I jumped out of my chair. “What time is
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