chapter 7
If the formatting is weird it's because I copied and pasted it from my notes to here. I didn't know when I'd be able to get to my computer with time to edit it on word.
I wanted to thank Nick for his kindness so I woke up early to make us some breakfast. Sadly I was never allowed in the kitchen as a child so my cooking skills were not up to par.
"What happened!" Nick ran in wearing just a robe.
"I tried to cook and I set the pancakes on fire," I was frustrated and covered in batter.
"Can't expect to be perfect the first time,"Nick chuckled.
"Who said it was my first time," I pouted as nick wiped some batter off my face.
"I knew your parents. They wouldn't be caught dead cooking when there's someone to do it for them. I doubt they let you anywhere near a stove," Nick said.
"I wanted to make some breakfast after everything you've done for me," I started to clean up the mess I made in my attempt to cook.
"Here let's clean up and we'll cook breakfast together. Alright?"
"Alright," I smiled.
Nick and I cleaned up the kitchen. Nick was very patient when he taught me how to make proper pancakes.
"These are delicious!" I shoveled pancakes into my mouth.
Nick laughed at my antics.
"Ready Nick?" I walked out of my room in my working clothes, jeans, a flannel shirt and a hat to keep the sun out if my eyes.
"Hmmm?" Nick put down his book and raised an eyebrow at my outfit.
"Lawn maintenance is important," I start gathering his lawn tools.
Nick went upstairs to change while I went outside to start cleaning up the overgrown lawn.
Nick came out as I was trimming a bush. He we wearing clothes for outdoor work. I chuckled thinking about how my mother would have reacted had she seen us.
"I surprisingly never did my yard in the few months I lived here all those years ago," Nick told me.
"It most have been a mess!" I exclaimed.
"It was when I moved in. Gatsby had some of his workers clean it after I agreed to invite Daisy over for him," he told me.
"Seems over the top to have your workers do someone else's yard for a meeting with an old friend," I said.
"That was a way he was. Gatsby always wanted everything perfect," he told me.
"Perfection isn't reality. It's a dream," I shook my head.
"Gatsby worked his whole life trying to make his dream a reality," Nick told me.
I didn't know how to respond to that so we worked in silence for a bit. I looked over to the pile of leaves Nick had raked.
"That looks fun," I ran to the leaves and jumped.
"Wha-" leaves flew into Nicks mouth as he turned to me.
I looked at Nick standing covered in leaves and he looked at me half covered in leaves while I laid on the ground. We broke into laugher.
Eventually we finished the yard. Even Covered in dirt, leaves, and sweat I could say I enjoyed myself.
Experiences writers block and suffers from a busy life that prevents author from writing in a timely manner for readers. Had this part written for awhile but wanted more before I posted so read on!
I sat on the floor of Nick's office writing in a journal. I wanted to write out all my thoughts in pen before I went to the typewriter. Nick sat at his desk hitting the keys frantically. It was relaxing to sit in Nick's presence and work. Watching Nick work so diligently urged me to work just as hard.
We worked in silence until I could not stay still any longer. I put my journal down and crept up behind Nick to read what he had been working on. Nick was writing about his experience in world war 1. Seems fitting with another world war going on.
I walked around the room and looked at everything. I stopped as I saw an unpublished book. I picked up the book The Great Gatsby by Nick Carraway. Nick and my mother had already told me so much about their time with Jay Gatsby but I couldn't resist more knowledge about the man.
I looked over at Nick who was still typing away on his typewriter. Silently I took the book and crept to my room. I stayed in my room for hours reading the book. Nick didn't disturb me as he was busy with his writing. After the book I felt like I had a better understanding of the man who grew into Jay Gatsby.
Eventually Nick found me asleep with the book. He tucked me in and out the book on my bedside table. I needed my rest for what was to come the next day.
It's short I'm sorry. I've been sitting on this chapter for a bit too long. I've been busy with life and school. I'll keep working as I can. I'm taking some college courses over the summer so don't expect my writing pace to speed up but I will keep working.
Time travel in the next chapter!
