Thursday, November 24, 2011

a ways to go

So much for sleeping in on Thanksgiving, Sage was up by seven as if she'd overslept. Of course, Spencer hadn't picked up the turkey dinner like he said he would. Somehow they'd managed home with it. She was getting a little pissed with Spencer. It was as if he was avoiding the holiday.

She made coffee and thought about scrambling eggs, but she was the only one up. And when someone tapped on the back door, Sage about lost her hot coffee all over her. There was Declan staring at her.

"What are you doing here?" She'd laid down the law to him about how she didn't want see him if he didn't start talking to her. Of course, that was the last she'd seen of him. Practically. He was keeping his distance now. Speaking to no one, in fact.

"I wanted to show you something." He was a bit mysterious. Sage sighed, wanting to stay with her coffee, but she pulled on her  warm boots over her leggins and put on a heavy coat and slouchy hat.

"Lets get this over with." She followed him. It was funny thinking he was some other guy on Halloween night. Now it was daylight and he was his shy self. Was she asking too much of him? She wanted him to talk, but instead he walked ahead in silence.

The sun shined in their faces, but it was still cold. She wished she'd remembered her gloves.

"How did you even know I was up?" She asked as they crossed the street and walked through the neighborhood.

"Just did." He looked back at her and finally took her hand. This couldn't be good, she thought. Her luck he'd want to make-out right here. And a part of her liked the idea, but she knew it was wrong. It was. If they couldn't communicate, then it was best just to be alone. But she couldn't say that to him. It was Thanksgiving.

"OK, I waited for you to get up." He finally confessed.

Sage winced thinking he might be a stalker. Was he? She'd hate to ask.

Finally, three blocks later, they were in front of a very old house. It looked pretty beat up and the yard was a mess. There was a detached garage next to it. He opened the garage door.

"Its my grandma's Mary Kay car." It was pink. "She doesn't drive anymore. Do you want it?"

"YES." How could she not want the old Camero. Sage was stunned. "I-I don't know what to say?" She hugged him.

"Well, its been here a very long time. My dad kind of pulled the plug on Granny's driving. I dunno what he did to it. But-but if you can fix it, its yours." He smiled as if he was glad she was pleased.

Thanksgiving dinner could wait, she wanted to look under the hood. She wanted to drive this baby. Sage kissed him. It was OK if he were shy. He was here. So was the car. Sage pushed her fingers through his locks of hair. She couldn't ever remember being this excited.


ellie said...

What an unexpected Thanksgiving!!

Cafe Fashionista said...

What a wonderful gift! :)

mazzy may said...

Oh, I'm glad he's helping her.

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Sara said...

Awww how awesome! Pink cars :)

meg said...

Sounds like a fun Thanksgiving!