Okay, I lied. I have no patience whatsoever.
I showed up at the front gate a hour or so before we were even suppose to meet.
I pace back and forth. Kicking rocks. Tapping my toes. I constantly remove my classes and clean them, it was becoming ridiculous.
I kneel down and start to organize a few pebbles by size. It's not like I have anything better to do.
"Hey there, handsome!" I hear Merlynn voice behind me, "Loving the stripes."
Without thinking, I glance down at what I'm wearing. A sweater, yes a stripped one. I also wore jeans today, and a pair of gray Vans; the color of my sweater.
"Have you been waiting for me long?" Asks the girl who's dressed like she's going hiking.
"No," I lie as I stand up and brush off my pants, "A few minutes or something."
"Okay, then. Here you go!" She hands me a small backpack, and starts walking off.
"Um, what's in this?" I ask, following her off the campus.
"A water bottle, lunch, a towel, and a pair of clean socks." Merlynn answers with a smile, a mischievous one at that.
"And what do we need with all that?"
"Don't worry about it!" Merlynn calls over her shoulder as she starts jogging towards a small yellow jeep, parked beside a lamp post.
I trusted that she wouldn't take me somewhere crazy, which may have been foolish of me, but I climb into the passengers seat anyway.
Kind of fearless of me, eh?
"So where are we going?"
"Only the most romantic place in Kaysville!"
"Uh," I shift uncomfortably, "Why somewhere romantic?"
"No, that's what it's called! Rockwall Falls, the most romantic place in Kaysville," Merlynn explains as she peers into the rear-view mirror, "But we're not going for romance."
"what are we going for?"
"Adventure."
"That's very cryptic of you..." I mumble.
"It's a surprise, Hyrum," She exhales loudly, "So just shush your face and enjoy the ride."
I nod slowly and accept the fact that she wasn't going to tell me. The thought still pressed on in my mind, along with questions, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.
I open up the compartment in front of me and pull out a giant case full of different CD's. I flip through pages of CD's until I found something that I liked.
I stuck a Of Mice & Men CD in Merlynn's car player, then I turned up the volume and leaned back.
Merlynn seemed a bit distant today, and I found it a bit odd.
Usually she never shuts up. And I mean that in a good way.
"You okay, Mer?" I finally ask, after we had been driving for twenty minutes in silence.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Perhaps. Are you going to answer mine?"
"Fine. No, I'm not okay," She replies irritably, "Are you going to listen?"
"Always."
"I have been planning to go to Rockwall Falls for a while now, because I hear it was a place one could get away." Merlynn begins, her voice is steady as she watches the road, "I'm bringing you simply because I don't want to be alone. Because... Well, I'm alone now."
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Teen Fictionhobbledehoy (n.) An awkward youth; one who is perpetually ungainly and uncertain. If one were to choose a word to describe 19-year-old Hyrum Aniston, it would probably be this odd, but accurate one. Hyrum is a OCD writer that lives a plain, simple...