Remember When? [Fiction on Friday Link-Up]

After a short drought, the Fiction on Friday link-up is back! It feels so nice to be able to say that!

Just to refresh your memory, I have two different series going on within my fiction posts. In order to make things a little easier for you all to keep up with, I have given them names.

The story of Riley and Cody, which is the one that I write most often, will be referred to as the "Love in Retrospect" series. The other, which I have only written one portion of so far (Run), will be referred to as the "Escaping Myself" series. I hope this is helpful in differentiating between the two.

Today, I have the next part of Love in Retrospect. If you're new around here, click on the links below to start from the beginning.


Remember When?

He's been here for 24 hours, and I still haven't been able to bring myself to act like an adult and have a proper conversation with him. And it isn't because he hasn't been trying. His eyes have been silently begging me to open up to him. I have just refused to acknowledge his pleas. 

"You're so stubborn, Riley. Just let go every once in a while."

He's said that to me so many times over the years that I have lost count. Although he hasn't spoken those words recently, I can tell he wants to. He may as well, because I can practically hear them ringing in my ears anyway. 

Growing tired of staring at the tightly clasped set of hands in my lap, I look up to stare silently out of the windshield. The sun settles slowly in the distance, taking its time as it bids the world farewell for another night. 

His right hand firmly grasps the steering wheel, and his gaze hasn't moved from the road in front of him. I know this because I can't help but look over at him every few moments; using my peripheral vision of course. I don't want him to know that I'm looking at him, although knowing him he is probably already aware. 

The evening light make his tan skin glow, and I know that the rings around his pupils are probably sparkling in dim rays of the setting sun as well. 

Is it possible that he has grown even more handsome?

"You know...you can turn your head to look at me if you want," he says with a smirk.

I blush, and a smile escapes as I look him in the face for a brief moment before facing forward again. 

I can feel my guard coming down, and I'm not sure I like it. I shouldn't have let him drag me to the store. I should have stayed at home and practiced being angry. 

As we head back towards my house, I watch the outskirts of town disappear in the rear view mirror. We pass the road that leads to the river dock on our right, and a few hundred feet later we pass the path to McMill's Pasture on our left. 

Before I realize what I'm doing, I turn to him with another smile.

"Remember when we spent night out in McMill's Pasture?"

It's quickly growing dark in the small car, but I can tell that his face lit up at the mention of the memory. 

"Oh, you bet I do," he replies. "That was the night you got poison ivy." 

I throw my head back against the seat rest, laughing freely. It feels so good to laugh. I crack the window, letting in the cool evening air. The combination of the two sensations makes me feel better than I have in a while. 

"Poison ivy or not...it was such a fun night!" I say, "Or, at least it was until we were ran off my old man McMill the next morning. I can still envision him chasing us with that baseball bat. Did he really expect to beat whoever was trespassing with a bat?"

The memory has us laughing uncontrollably. The laughter bounces around the car, and I have to admit that the sound is quite pleasing to the ears. The noise dies down, and we once again sit in silence, our minds wandering in different directions, no doubt. 

He is the first to break the silence. 

"That was the night that I first told you that I love you..." he says thoughtfully. 

Heat creeps up my neck and into my face, despite the open window. I fight the urge to say something sarcastic, and choose silence over a response. 

He takes a deep breath as he goes to express his next thought. "Let's go spend the night in McMill's pasture again. Right now, tonight! What do you say?"

His grin is wild, just as it always is when he gets a crazy, or in his opinion, brilliant, idea in his head. 

My eyes widen as I look at him and shake my head. 

"We are too old for that now, Cody."

He reaches over to squeeze my wrist and I don't snatch my hand away. 

"Come on Riley! It will be great. We'll take some snacks, a flashlight, a couple of blankets...we can sleep under the stars again! We can talk..."

His face looks so sincere, and the idea does sound tempting. What do I really have to lose? I could use a little bit of excitement, and after all, we do have a lot of talking to do. 

"Okay..." I say, smiling tightly. "Let's go. But if old man McMill comes at us with a bat again, I'm letting him catch you."


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Kelli @She Crab Soup said...

So glad this is back, I can't get a fiction book read for the life of me but I can still follow your stories. It makes my heart happy!

Amy said...

interesting turn of events.
very excited to see where you take it!

DawnMarie said...

Yay glad your back. Love the stories. Like I have said before you're a great writer

Pleas(e) and Carrots said...

Yay glad this is back! Can't wait to read what happens next!

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