Attention: this is a small little snippet of a chapter…….I'm currently in heavy battle with Writer's block….more will come when I slay the beast….
Max just holds my hand and continues driving….how does he stay so calm. I'm all jittery inside.frantically trying to resuscitate the part of me that that thrived on making plans for everything.
It's o.k…..I can do this……2 days.
2 days until I turn 18 and am my own person. Under the rules of no one.
"48 hours"
"What?" he questions…
"48 hours until I turn 18"…..a thought suddenly occurs to me..
"How old are you?" I ask
"18 and three months" he says with a grin….which I promptly match. There is something about him, he just exudes calm and confidence. It goes well with my scattered behavior.
"Where do you think we can go?" I'm not at all familiar with the area…….heck, until a few days ago I wasn't sure there was a world outside of Oregon.
Max turns to look at me…then back at the road. I know he is thinking of something.. I wish I had some of those powers of his…maybe I could read his mind then…..
He pulls the Jeep over to the side of the road and looks me in the eyes.
"How do you feel about Vegas?" he asks sincerely.
"Vegas?" I manage to squeak out….he can't be thinking…
"Why?"
"Perfect place to get lost in for 2 days, don't you think?"
Where was my mind? "Uh, Yeah…perfect….."
We drive for another hour until we hit an on-ramp for Interstate 25.……
He says one more statement..but the gravity of it weighs on me as I try to wrap my mind around the full meaning of the words.
"Plus I hear there are a few good wedding chapels there…"
Vegas. Here we come.
Max just holds my hand and continues driving….how does he stay so calm. I'm all jittery inside.frantically trying to resuscitate the part of me that that thrived on making plans for everything.
It's o.k…..I can do this……2 days.
2 days until I turn 18 and am my own person. Under the rules of no one.
"48 hours"
"What?" he questions…
"48 hours until I turn 18"…..a thought suddenly occurs to me..
"How old are you?" I ask
"18 and three months" he says with a grin….which I promptly match. There is something about him, he just exudes calm and confidence. It goes well with my scattered behavior.
"Where do you think we can go?" I'm not at all familiar with the area…….heck, until a few days ago I wasn't sure there was a world outside of Oregon.
Max turns to look at me…then back at the road. I know he is thinking of something.. I wish I had some of those powers of his…maybe I could read his mind then…..
He pulls the Jeep over to the side of the road and looks me in the eyes.
"How do you feel about Vegas?" he asks sincerely.
"Vegas?" I manage to squeak out….he can't be thinking…
"Why?"
"Perfect place to get lost in for 2 days, don't you think?"
Where was my mind? "Uh, Yeah…perfect….."
We drive for another hour until we hit an on-ramp for Interstate 25.……
He says one more statement..but the gravity of it weighs on me as I try to wrap my mind around the full meaning of the words.
"Plus I hear there are a few good wedding chapels there…"
Vegas. Here we come.