Post by kccupcake on Mar 18, 2011 18:33:54 GMT -5
Here's the next part, which is somewhat long ;D
I winced for the umpteenth time as she tried to clean my cuts with rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs. She let out a big sigh and dropped the cotton swab.
“Alright, I can’t work with you anymore.” she started cleaning up.
“Wait, what about my cuts? Can’t we just like slap a band aid onto them?”
“They’ll still get infected either way, unless I can clean it first.”
“Okay, I promise not to wince anymore.” I pleaded.
“Fine.” She picked up a new cotton swab and dabbed it with water and started cleaning the cuts.
I knew the only way to keep from wincing again was to try to get my mind off of it. So I tried to start up a conversation.
“So what are some of your interests? Besides photography of course.”
She spoke absentmindedly. “Well I love running, hence me being on the track team. Uhm, I like traveling. I’m basically interested in anything that involves a bit of adventure. Oh and I also like music.”
This was surprising. We were actually having a civil conversation without any bickering for the first time.
She patched up the cut on my arm with a Batman band aid. Then she moved up to the cut on the side of my eyebrow.
“Okay this will sting a bit.” She warned, raising a cotton swab with rubbing alcohol on it.
I braced myself for the pain and when it started to sting I let out a slow. “Ahhhhh!”
Once the pain passed I went back to our conversation.
“I like music too. Although that’s pretty obvious. Can you sing?”
She didn’t answer at first because she was busy leaning in to examine the cut more closely. She was close enough that I could almost tell what her perfume smelled like. It smelled like roses. Oh wait, no, I think that might be me. Before I could figure out what she really smelled like, she moved away, sitting straight up.
“Oh no, I can’t sing to save my life.” she finally replied.
For some reason I chuckled. “Oh really? I'd like to hear you one day.”
“Trust me, you really don’t.”
“You can’t be that bad. You could always take lessons.”
“Oh I assure you. I am that bad. And my boy-- my ex boyfriend said the same thing and even tried to teach me. Needless to say, it did not end well.” she laughed.
“The singing lessons, or the relationship?” I was surprised at myself for even asking that question. But still, I waited for an answer.
But she didn’t answer and silence ensued. So I moved onto a safer topic. I noticed the silver charm bracelet she was wearing as it was dangling right in front of my eyes each time she reached up to my cut on the side of my eyebrow. “Nice bracelet.”
“Thanks.” she mumbled.
I took notice of how none of the charms had anything in common. One of them was a star, the next was a tree of some sort, then a music note, and so on.
“Does each little charm have a story or something? I noticed they have nothing in common with each other.”
“Actually, yeah. Each were all gifts because all my family & friends know I have a thing for charm bracelets. It‘s interesting cause all of the charms have some sort of background to them.” she answered.
“Hmm, that’s neat.
“So what’s the origin of the music note one? I thought you didn’t like singing.” I joked.
More awkward silence. I guessed it had to do with that Ex of hers, but I said nothing. Note to self Damian, stop being the first to ask questions, they don’t lead to flowing conversations.
“Sorry.” I said
“Its alright.” she replied, not really knowing why I apologized. “Okay, you’re all done.” she stood up and started brushing at the dirt off her jeans.
“I’ll go pack all the camera equipment up.” I suggested.
“That’s fine. I’ll clean all this up.” she motioned with a quick wave her hand to the contents of the first aid kit all scattered across the grass.
It was about 9 AM when we were all packed up and ready to go. At one point I realized at some time during the time I wasn’t there she took off the charm bracelet because it wasn’t on her right wrist anymore. I didn’t mention that I noticed this of course. But I still couldn’t but wonder what was so bad about her ex to make her take it off. I started walking to the drivers side as Kathy walked past me and grabbed the keys out of my hand.
“Time to hand over the keys McGinty!” She exclaimed, jumping into the drivers seat before me. “I’m driving now!”
“You didn’t have to sit in the back seat you know. There’s this new thing that they call a passenger seat. Ever heard of it?” Kathy joked, looking back to flash me a smirk.
“Don’t smirk at me! Keep your eyes on the road!” And just like that, we were back to the comfortable bickering between us.
“Maybe you should keep your pants on, Grandpa.” She said, mocking me again.
“I hope you know that I’m only sitting back here is because if we crash, you get hit first.”
“Gee McGinty, you’re sure going to catch a great girl with that line of yours. Ever tried the normal corny pick up lines instead? You know, ‘If I could rearranged the alphabet I would put U and I together.’ that kind of stuff.”
“That’s pathetic, that couldn’t possibly work.” I said.
“You never know unless you try. Oh! What about ‘If a fat guy grabs you and puts you in a bag don’t worry. I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.’ I always found that one hilarious.”
“That’s not hilarious, that’s really creepy! And are you trying to tell me that these lines would work on you?” I asked
She laughed. “Of course not. It would take a whole lot more. The whole nine yards. He has to know how to horse back ride, rescue me from a high tower or burning building, recite some of Shakespeare’s sonnets, oh and of course he has to own a knight in shining armor costume. Basically, just the usual stuff.”
“Uh huh, right, the usual. Well good luck trying to find him, you’ll need it. Wait, I take that back. I wish the guy-whoever he is- luck because he‘ll need it more. You‘re quite a handful.”
She didn’t respond back with a retort. Instead she used her own method of a retort.
“Hey Damian can you check my right side? I don’t want to be to close to the curb.”
I leaned over, since I was on the left side, and scooted my face closer to window to look on the right side. Then I felt the car swerve left really fast and my face smacked into the window. You know how when you smush your face against a window so you look all weird? Yeah, that was me right then.
“OW!” I shouted over her laughter. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“That my friend, is called karma, isn‘t it just great?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m sure you’ll experience it yourself soon enough.”
“Hmm, is that a threat I hear, McGinty?”
“Of some sort.”
“Well then, consider your threat considered.” She replied.
“That didn’t really make sense.”
“Shut up, yes it did. Unless you’d like the feel of the window against your face again?”
Hope everyone liked it, I really enjoyed writing the last bit of this haha!
* * * *
I winced for the umpteenth time as she tried to clean my cuts with rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs. She let out a big sigh and dropped the cotton swab.
“Alright, I can’t work with you anymore.” she started cleaning up.
“Wait, what about my cuts? Can’t we just like slap a band aid onto them?”
“They’ll still get infected either way, unless I can clean it first.”
“Okay, I promise not to wince anymore.” I pleaded.
“Fine.” She picked up a new cotton swab and dabbed it with water and started cleaning the cuts.
I knew the only way to keep from wincing again was to try to get my mind off of it. So I tried to start up a conversation.
“So what are some of your interests? Besides photography of course.”
She spoke absentmindedly. “Well I love running, hence me being on the track team. Uhm, I like traveling. I’m basically interested in anything that involves a bit of adventure. Oh and I also like music.”
This was surprising. We were actually having a civil conversation without any bickering for the first time.
She patched up the cut on my arm with a Batman band aid. Then she moved up to the cut on the side of my eyebrow.
“Okay this will sting a bit.” She warned, raising a cotton swab with rubbing alcohol on it.
I braced myself for the pain and when it started to sting I let out a slow. “Ahhhhh!”
Once the pain passed I went back to our conversation.
“I like music too. Although that’s pretty obvious. Can you sing?”
She didn’t answer at first because she was busy leaning in to examine the cut more closely. She was close enough that I could almost tell what her perfume smelled like. It smelled like roses. Oh wait, no, I think that might be me. Before I could figure out what she really smelled like, she moved away, sitting straight up.
“Oh no, I can’t sing to save my life.” she finally replied.
For some reason I chuckled. “Oh really? I'd like to hear you one day.”
“Trust me, you really don’t.”
“You can’t be that bad. You could always take lessons.”
“Oh I assure you. I am that bad. And my boy-- my ex boyfriend said the same thing and even tried to teach me. Needless to say, it did not end well.” she laughed.
“The singing lessons, or the relationship?” I was surprised at myself for even asking that question. But still, I waited for an answer.
But she didn’t answer and silence ensued. So I moved onto a safer topic. I noticed the silver charm bracelet she was wearing as it was dangling right in front of my eyes each time she reached up to my cut on the side of my eyebrow. “Nice bracelet.”
“Thanks.” she mumbled.
I took notice of how none of the charms had anything in common. One of them was a star, the next was a tree of some sort, then a music note, and so on.
“Does each little charm have a story or something? I noticed they have nothing in common with each other.”
“Actually, yeah. Each were all gifts because all my family & friends know I have a thing for charm bracelets. It‘s interesting cause all of the charms have some sort of background to them.” she answered.
“Hmm, that’s neat.
“So what’s the origin of the music note one? I thought you didn’t like singing.” I joked.
More awkward silence. I guessed it had to do with that Ex of hers, but I said nothing. Note to self Damian, stop being the first to ask questions, they don’t lead to flowing conversations.
“Sorry.” I said
“Its alright.” she replied, not really knowing why I apologized. “Okay, you’re all done.” she stood up and started brushing at the dirt off her jeans.
“I’ll go pack all the camera equipment up.” I suggested.
“That’s fine. I’ll clean all this up.” she motioned with a quick wave her hand to the contents of the first aid kit all scattered across the grass.
It was about 9 AM when we were all packed up and ready to go. At one point I realized at some time during the time I wasn’t there she took off the charm bracelet because it wasn’t on her right wrist anymore. I didn’t mention that I noticed this of course. But I still couldn’t but wonder what was so bad about her ex to make her take it off. I started walking to the drivers side as Kathy walked past me and grabbed the keys out of my hand.
“Time to hand over the keys McGinty!” She exclaimed, jumping into the drivers seat before me. “I’m driving now!”
* * * *
“You didn’t have to sit in the back seat you know. There’s this new thing that they call a passenger seat. Ever heard of it?” Kathy joked, looking back to flash me a smirk.
“Don’t smirk at me! Keep your eyes on the road!” And just like that, we were back to the comfortable bickering between us.
“Maybe you should keep your pants on, Grandpa.” She said, mocking me again.
“I hope you know that I’m only sitting back here is because if we crash, you get hit first.”
“Gee McGinty, you’re sure going to catch a great girl with that line of yours. Ever tried the normal corny pick up lines instead? You know, ‘If I could rearranged the alphabet I would put U and I together.’ that kind of stuff.”
“That’s pathetic, that couldn’t possibly work.” I said.
“You never know unless you try. Oh! What about ‘If a fat guy grabs you and puts you in a bag don’t worry. I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.’ I always found that one hilarious.”
“That’s not hilarious, that’s really creepy! And are you trying to tell me that these lines would work on you?” I asked
She laughed. “Of course not. It would take a whole lot more. The whole nine yards. He has to know how to horse back ride, rescue me from a high tower or burning building, recite some of Shakespeare’s sonnets, oh and of course he has to own a knight in shining armor costume. Basically, just the usual stuff.”
“Uh huh, right, the usual. Well good luck trying to find him, you’ll need it. Wait, I take that back. I wish the guy-whoever he is- luck because he‘ll need it more. You‘re quite a handful.”
She didn’t respond back with a retort. Instead she used her own method of a retort.
“Hey Damian can you check my right side? I don’t want to be to close to the curb.”
I leaned over, since I was on the left side, and scooted my face closer to window to look on the right side. Then I felt the car swerve left really fast and my face smacked into the window. You know how when you smush your face against a window so you look all weird? Yeah, that was me right then.
“OW!” I shouted over her laughter. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“That my friend, is called karma, isn‘t it just great?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m sure you’ll experience it yourself soon enough.”
“Hmm, is that a threat I hear, McGinty?”
“Of some sort.”
“Well then, consider your threat considered.” She replied.
“That didn’t really make sense.”
“Shut up, yes it did. Unless you’d like the feel of the window against your face again?”
Hope everyone liked it, I really enjoyed writing the last bit of this haha!