Walking down that old path through the woods we found a little quaint town that I guess was what we were looking for; something out of the way, where our parents would never find us; me and Kyle. We were supposed to be married a few nights ago but we decided to run instead. We couldn't stand all the attention, the pushing to unite our families through us. If it had come about in another way then I guess I wouldn't have minded becoming his bride, he's truly an amazing person though he has a few quirks; he was my only real friend growing up but now that I look back on it my father arranged it as such. Every thought for the past sixteen years of my life has been placed into my brain by him in some form or another. The only things that I think were of my own control was that since I was little I have always refused to wear pink; it's a nasty color for pretty little princesses with glimmering gowns and golden hair. Disgusting. I used to throw rocks at ducks, that was another thing my father never planned on me doing, or perhaps when I spent the night on the roof one day after being punished for mispronouncing one of those god awful phrases he used to have me repeat over and over about proper manners. He didn't like me much that night. And of course the running away which is in his mind right now is some scandal I suppose.
I sighed visualizing his scowl at this very moment; the way he'd turn away as if everything I do disappoints him. Kyle turned to me as if to speak but he didn't, he just kept scrubbing the floor as if it was spewing green slime that would kill someone instantly if they touched it. He was wearing these stupid rubber gloves that went up to his elbows but they kept falling down, and he was kneeling down on some bluish rags so his knees wouldn't touch the ground while harassing the old wood. His slick red brows knotted together in discontent as he rubbed harder and harder. I had to suppress a giggle because of what a clown he looked there on the floor. That was something that he and I never seemed to be on the same page with, I personally like the feel of this old house, rustic and warm but he can't stand all the dust or whatever.
We were really lucky we found it to be honest, Mana's father had given us a proposal to use the farm and in turn he would give us the house for free. What was his name again? I think it started with an M or perhaps a G maybe. My mind felt so foggy at the moment and I just could not think. I gave up on the name quickly and continued my train of thought. Tomorrow I would make the rounds around town to meet the villagers; apparently everyone's just waiting to see us. I wonder what they'll be like, in such a peaceful area they must all be very laid back I thought at first but that must not be the case. Just look at how toned Mana's father was for example, frankly he scared me to death when I first heard him roar over the hill. Kyle and I were resting under the cherry blossom trees after running all day and the night before. It was nice to be sitting watching them fall in the breeze, a true calm overtook me just then and I knew I didn't want to leave the area. Apparently Kyle felt the same because he had no objections to staying even though we had only been on the move for a few days. I had my back to a tree looking at the swaying shadows of the morning sun and breathing the crisp spring air. I was tempted to eat some of the last food we brought with us but as I reached for my pack I heard the din muffled only by the space between it and us. My hand stopped midair as I cocked my head to try to make out the language. It seemed to be ranting to one's self but there were questions in the speech so there must have been a quieter party present. Kyle was standing now on the bench opposite me peering over the hill towards the noise. I had all but dismissed the rumbling and returned to my quest for food when a clear segment sailed towards us. It was something about running away and marriage. We both started, grabbing our packs prepared to run because we were sure it was one of daddies' men out to find us.
As it turned out, it was just an overly protective (and very intimidating) father and daughter having an argument over her rights to dating or something. It seemed slightly off because she appeared the same age as us. When they saw us the man stopped mid stride putting a protective arm around her and Mana smiled quite sweetly as if we had noticed nothing. It was kind of nice to see a bond between father and daughter like that, something I never had nor wanted with mine. We talked small talk about why we were there how the weather was and such. We told a few false truths at first about the running away part, this man didn't seem like he would be on our side of the matter based off of the scene we just witnessed. So in his eyes we are friends just old enough to leave home and we decided to make a new life in a small town; nothing scandalous about that right? After a few minutes he asked us if we had a place to stay and of course we said no and we ended up on the farm. It's quite old and hasn't been kept after for years but it's cozy and has a magnificent view of the town.
My eyes felt heavy and I turned on my back to stare at the wooden beams on the celling. Kyle had just dusted out the webs a few hours ago apparently when I aired out the laundry that I am currently laying on. This bed is very warm and plush to be honest, we had a bit of bickering to do over who got which bed but in the end I won the bigger one. Right now I was laying in the smaller one as the boy made sure his room was clean, but as time went on the rhythmic sound of the brush started to lull me to sleep. My legs felt just so heavy and I kept yawning, it was as though he was trying to put me to sleep. I lay like that for some time as he worked around the area occasionally moving the lantern so he could see better in the dim space. At some point I think he went downstairs but I'm not that sure, I was just so relaxed. I wonder if he would mind me commandeering his bed for the night, the other bed is just so far away… Beside he wanted the other one right? After a few moments of disputing what I should do I came to the conclusion that he could move me if he really wanted to but for the time being I was going to give into sleep. I buried my face in the pillow and yawned once more smelling the sunlight.
A few minutes later I felt a fabric brush my skin and then a light weight of a quilt across my body. My body heat quickly filled the material and I sighed happily. I felt a hand tuck a stray strand of hair behind my exposed ear and then the faint redness behind my eyelids faded. I guess I won then, I scarcely thought, too drained to bring a smile to my lips.