hey every one! no time for shout-in's sorry! but here's the 9th chapter! its a little fluffy at the begging but it gets better I swear! ahhh yes and the last two paragraphs are NOT mine they belong to Angela Heck, who traveled to America in 1854 from Germany, and Edwin Bottomley, who immigrated from England, it doesn't say when.
HERE you go............................
POV-Race
Only a few moments after the kiss, Meryn noticed what had happened.
"What just happened? did you- did we-?"
"yeah, we did" I hesitated.
Backing away she almost looked confused, or lost in her own world. Franticly she ran her fingers through her hair. After pacing back and forth a few times, she asked me a question, I could never answer. "Did, did I like it??" I couldn't tell if she was thinking out-loud, or actually asking me so I kept my mouth shut. Maybe, I shouldn't have kissed her, maybe I should've waited... I was torn away from my thoughts when she kissed me hard on the mouth. we pulled away from each other.
"I take it you'se like it?" I smirked, so it was a good idea.
"yes, I did, It just took me a while to figure out what was happening."
"So ya know, does this mean we'se tagethah?" I asked eagerly, half not wanting to know the answer.
POV-Meryn
"yeah" I smiled. His eyes twinkled with joy. He smiled so big I couldn't help but giggle.
" So Thomas (AN: that was The real Racetracks REAL name) When did all of this come about?" I loved teasing him with his real name.
"I guess I realized how much I loved you'se last night and-" I cut him off
"you love me?!" I stuttered, I couldn't believe it. I had no idea he loved me.
"yeah, I guess, I do." he looked at me again, with those loving and caring eyes, always full of hope.
"Why doncha say we go ta Tibby's all this is makin' me hungry!" Grinning he slid his arm around my waist and we walked to Tibby's.
On the way, we happened to pass the harbor again. I stopped were I was when I heard the familiar sound of the Scottish accent. At that moment I felt homesick. Not for the lack of food, the poor soil or the freezing winters. but the tight knit communities, the rolling green hills and the crashing waves against the rocky seacoast. what I missed most of all, were the merry family gatherings that would be so much fun to attend. Filled with pies, cakes, and juicy meat. I remember the music, my uncle Andrew would play the flute, my father the fiddle, and my mother, the only piano player in the family. I always admired her talent. I never learned to play an instrument like most of my family. A women on the ship here tried to teach me to play the harmonica, but I never caught on. the ship was to distracting to do or concentrate on anything. I remember it like I had just arrived to the docks.
*soon after we got to bed the ship began to roll very hard, the sea and the wind began to roar, as if it was bent on destruction of anything that floated upon it.* *The ship was listing to one side and the top planks started to break. We had to hold on as tight as we could to keep from falling out. You couldn't lie, stand or sit. the stairs we closed off since water was coming into the ship from above and small trunks started floating around. My cooking pot and spoon began to float all around. We repented our sins as we prepared to die*
FEW!!! R/R!!!!! PLEASE!@ again i will mention anything in between the *'s belongs to Angela Heck, who traveled to America in 1854 from Germany, and Edwin Bottomley, who immigrated from England. gaah! again RR!@
HERE you go............................
POV-Race
Only a few moments after the kiss, Meryn noticed what had happened.
"What just happened? did you- did we-?"
"yeah, we did" I hesitated.
Backing away she almost looked confused, or lost in her own world. Franticly she ran her fingers through her hair. After pacing back and forth a few times, she asked me a question, I could never answer. "Did, did I like it??" I couldn't tell if she was thinking out-loud, or actually asking me so I kept my mouth shut. Maybe, I shouldn't have kissed her, maybe I should've waited... I was torn away from my thoughts when she kissed me hard on the mouth. we pulled away from each other.
"I take it you'se like it?" I smirked, so it was a good idea.
"yes, I did, It just took me a while to figure out what was happening."
"So ya know, does this mean we'se tagethah?" I asked eagerly, half not wanting to know the answer.
POV-Meryn
"yeah" I smiled. His eyes twinkled with joy. He smiled so big I couldn't help but giggle.
" So Thomas (AN: that was The real Racetracks REAL name) When did all of this come about?" I loved teasing him with his real name.
"I guess I realized how much I loved you'se last night and-" I cut him off
"you love me?!" I stuttered, I couldn't believe it. I had no idea he loved me.
"yeah, I guess, I do." he looked at me again, with those loving and caring eyes, always full of hope.
"Why doncha say we go ta Tibby's all this is makin' me hungry!" Grinning he slid his arm around my waist and we walked to Tibby's.
On the way, we happened to pass the harbor again. I stopped were I was when I heard the familiar sound of the Scottish accent. At that moment I felt homesick. Not for the lack of food, the poor soil or the freezing winters. but the tight knit communities, the rolling green hills and the crashing waves against the rocky seacoast. what I missed most of all, were the merry family gatherings that would be so much fun to attend. Filled with pies, cakes, and juicy meat. I remember the music, my uncle Andrew would play the flute, my father the fiddle, and my mother, the only piano player in the family. I always admired her talent. I never learned to play an instrument like most of my family. A women on the ship here tried to teach me to play the harmonica, but I never caught on. the ship was to distracting to do or concentrate on anything. I remember it like I had just arrived to the docks.
*soon after we got to bed the ship began to roll very hard, the sea and the wind began to roar, as if it was bent on destruction of anything that floated upon it.* *The ship was listing to one side and the top planks started to break. We had to hold on as tight as we could to keep from falling out. You couldn't lie, stand or sit. the stairs we closed off since water was coming into the ship from above and small trunks started floating around. My cooking pot and spoon began to float all around. We repented our sins as we prepared to die*
FEW!!! R/R!!!!! PLEASE!@ again i will mention anything in between the *'s belongs to Angela Heck, who traveled to America in 1854 from Germany, and Edwin Bottomley, who immigrated from England. gaah! again RR!@