10
Margaret sat in the same pose that she had before as she posed for Becky to draw her. Ever since the night on the beach she had felt differently. Wanted. Well, that feeling was about to end. This week was the week before thanksgiving. Her cousin Brenda was worse then Tara was. They got together and made Margaret's life miserable.
"You have been extremely happy for a while. What happened?" Becky asked.
Margaret hadn't told any one about her kiss with Ben. She felt it was more special if it was just something between them.
"I have my reasons," Margaret said.
"What? Did you two make out?" Becky asked.
"Must you ruin it?" Margaret asked.
Becky smirked.
"So you did," she said.
"Of course we did," Margaret said.
"Maybe if he's not doing anything you can invite him over for Thanksgiving," Becky said.
"Becky, who isn't busy on Thanksgiving?" she asked.
"Just a thought," Becky said.
"Although, dinner wouldn't be a bad idea would it?" Margaret asked.
"No, it's great. Mom will get to see him and Tara will get jealous. I love the idea," Becky said.
"Of course you do. But I don't think he would like to come here," Margaret said.
"Why not?" Becky asked.
"Look at this place. Our father's gone, our mom has to keep a perfect house and Tara runs around like the world is going to end if the boys don't try and study her," Margaret said.
"What about me?" Becky asked.
"Whet about you?" Margaret asked.
"Why wouldn't you want him to see me?" Becky asked.
Margaret raised her eyebrow in confusion.
"You're kidding me right?" she asked.
"Why would I kid about something like that?" Becky asked.
"You've already met him," Margaret said.
Becky sighed as she put her sketch book down and looked up at Margaret.
"Does your family embarrass you?" Becky asked.
"Well, Tara maybe, but she's good for a laugh," Margaret said.
Becky smiled at her. She knew the real reason. Margaret never brought any one over that her dad wouldn't approve of. There was nothing wrong with Ben, it was just that her dad wasn't there to approve of him. Margaret only did half the things she did just to please her dad.
Hawkeye sat in the living room with Jackie and Daniel.
"You know, we're going to have a full house here for Thanksgiving," Daniel said.
"I know," Hawkeye said.
"Do you think maybe you could help with the dinner?" Jackie asked.
Hawkeye gave her a look of annoyance.
"You mean in the kitchen?" he asked.
"No, in the back yard where you can dig up worms for every one. What do you think?" Jackie asked.
"Do I have to?" Hawkeye asked.
"Well, I guess not," she said.
There was a knock at the door and Jackie went to go get it. After she left Daniel leaned over and grabbed Hawkeye's shoulder.
"I think you should help out this year," he said.
Hawkeye looked back at him.
"Alright," he said.
Daniel smiled.
"Good," he said.
Jackie came walking in with Margaret. Hawkeye smiled at her. She wasn't wearing anything special, just a pink dress that came down a little past her knees, white buckle shoes and white jacket with matching white bows tied around her pigtails, but he found it to be very pretty on her.
"Hi Maggie," he said.
"Hi Ben," she said.
Hawkeye stood up and went over to her.
"Would you like to go outside?" he asked.
"Sure," she said.
They both walked out as Daniel and Jackie smiled at them.
"Cute when they're young," he said.
"Too bad it won't ever amount to anything," Jackie said.
Daniel turned to her and gave her a look of confusion and disbelief.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"Danny, this isn't a fairytale. These two kids live in different parts of the country. The chance of them ever seeing each other again after you move back is very slim," she said.
"How do you know that? They can see each other when ever we come down to visit," he said.
"Yes, they can visit each other, but do you think they can stay together like that?" Jackie asked.
Daniel sighed as he shook his head.
"You are so negative," he said.
"I have a right to be. Once got my heart broken by a long distance relationship," she said and then left the room.
Hawkeye and Margaret sat out on the front porch. There was a cool breeze as the sun began to set. Margaret was there for a reason. She wanted to know if she could really trust Ben. Many people that she had trusted had hurt her. There was no way that she was about to get herself into that again. More often then not she was distant from people, but once she got to know some one she really wanted to know who they were. If they would hurt her.
"Something wrong? You seem a bit nervous about something," Hawkeye said.
Margaret looked as if she had just come out of a trance as she turned to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I just came over to ask you a question," she said.
"You could have just called me," he said.
Margaret's heart sank at that. Now she felt silly.
"Never mind," she said standing up.
"Wait," Hawkeye called.
"It must be something good if you walked all the way down here to ask it," he said.
Margaret stopped and turned around to face him.
"Why should I trust you?" she asked.
Hawkeye just blankly stared at her. He had no idea what brought this up. Was there a rumor that was going around that maybe only he could start? Did he say something? Do something?
"Am I trouble? I know you sure can't be. All we did was kiss over and over again," he said.
Margaret laughed at his nervousness and then joined him on the bench.
"No. It's just," Margaret said.
She looked up into his eyes and stared for a minute.
"Just what?" he asked.
"I just need to know," she said.
Hawkeye just stared at her. He was still confused.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't you?" he asked.
"Let's just say that I couldn't trust the last boy that I was with," Margaret said.
Now Hawkeye was very interested.
"Why? What happened?" he asked.
Margaret watched him for a second as if she were seeing if she truly could trust him. She then lowered her collar revealing a large scar on her chest.