One of these Days

 

She made her way down the path toward the clearing near the creek. It was her favorite place to go. It was quiet down there, just the water for music and the birds for harmony. There wasn’t anyone else that came there, save her brothers when they wanted to play in the water.

The path led down from the road, through a grove of pines. The sun dappled the ground, playing through the needles and the leaves of the other trees that grew there.  It was a hot day, and she even contemplated playing in the water herself.

She found the spot where she wanted to be, spread out the flowered sheet her mom let her have and plopped her bag of goodies down. She smiled. Peace. It felt good here all alone with no one yelling or screaming. She took a small pillow out of her bag and stretched out on her make shift bed. She put her hands behind her head and looked up to watch as the clouds rolled by. She could always make a story out of anything, including the clouds. Her brothers loved to hear her tales, as she watched the fluffy white cotton go by, she made up wars and wins, ghost tales, the ones of fairies and dreams.

Today she saw an elephant, which would mean a trip to the circus. A face, that rightly looked like albert einstien, and a puppy dog. She saw mountains and valleys, what looked like South America and one that was definitely george jones. She thought to herself, nothing much in them today.

She took out her coloring book, the one with all the puzzles and connect the dots. She loved the puzzles, and loved doing the color by number because she could never figure out what the picture was until it was almost completed. She rolled over on her stomach and began to color.

She never heard him come down the path. She never heard him sneak up behind where she was. She never paid any attention to the shadow that was lurking over top of her till it was too late.

“Boo!” he screamed. She yelled and broke her only green crayon.

He cracked up as she swiftly turned around and kicked his leg before he could get clear from her.

He fell on the ground, unhurt, as the leaves made a cushion for his body.

She scowled at him, really perturbed that her time was now not hers.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” he asked back.

“What does it look like I’m doing???”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

She punched him in the arm as he came to sit beside her on the sheet.

“Well, I’m trying to get some alone time away from things.” She said as she turned back over on her stomach to continue her picture, minus the green crayon.

“Wellll, I’ll just stay and be alone with you. How’s that?” he smiled.

“Do I have a choice?” she glanced at him sideways.

“No.” he stated matter of factly as he started rummaging through her bag to find something to eat. She always brought homemade vanilla cake that her gran would make, along with a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and a few pieces of fruit. It was like she knew she would have company and packed extra every time.

“Didn’t think so.” She muttered under her breath. Truth was, she didn’t mind. She loved it when he would follow her down here. Sometimes she came knowing he would be a few minutes behind her. It was like he watched her moves, knew what and when she was going to do something. It got scary at times how he knew things, but she came to accept it over the time of their friendship.

“What? All you had was Coke? No Pepsi?” he asked, getting a cold can out and popping the top on it.

She cocked her head, “Beggers can’t be chosers turdball.” And went back to coloring in the princesses’ dress. It was pink and yellow. Nice colors for a princess dress.

He got out a sandwich and bit in, getting the peanut butter stuck on the roof of his mouth. He giggled, remembering the time he and her gave the dog some, and watched him lick for hours the sticky goo from his mouth and tongue.

“What?” she said, not looking up and trying to ignore how he would watch her hands move with each stroke of the color.

“Nothing.”

He took his shoes and socks off, and lay down beside her, putting his hands behind his head. He tried to see things in the clouds, but wasn’t as good as she. They were just white things floating effortlessly in space. He once saw an F-18 bust out of one like a bat out of hell. That had been awesome. Other than that, nothing really.

He slid a glance over her way, watching as she switched crayons to finish the page she was working on. She went about it like a true artist, although she couldn’t sketch herself as she wished she could, she loved to color and did so like a pro. He envied her way of staying in the lines, something he worked hard on but could never do. Must not have been in his genes to be able to do that.

“I know something.” He chimed.

He waited for her response, knowing to brace himself as he knew she was going to arm punch him again.

“Tell me.” she said without looking up at him.

“Nope. Not gonna.” He said, sing song like.

She scowled his way for a second before reaching over and sure enough, punching his arm. He grunted, and rubbed the top of his left arm, still stinging from her blow.

“Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to beat it outta you cause you know I will.” She said as menacing as she could muster.

With him, it was all fun. She never worried about hurting him; he took her punches all in stride. Tough he was, and he needed to be to hang with her. She took no crap, was a great friend, loyal to her buddies and beat the snot out of a lot of bullies who thought they could run the bus. She kept things straight.  No one even the seniors on the bus would dare cross her. She’d taken one of them down with her baseball bat for hurting a brother, and even though she was expelled for a few days, she came back the same old way.

Her motto: DON’T START NUTHIN’ WON’T BE NUTHIN’. That was something that everybody lived by where she was concerned. They found out quickly, she meant what she said and she did what she told you she would. You were her friend, her potential friend, or her enemy.

He had thought it funny the first time he’d met her. He was the new kid, getting on the bus with the rest of the hoodlums in this god forsaken place people around there called a ‘holler’. He had never heard of such a place, thinking that his dads’ transfer was going to be a good thing for all of them.

He thought that maybe a change to a new city would be great. He didn’t expect the change was going to be in a po dunk town with po dunk people who looked at strangers as aliens. If you weren’t born here, you didn’t fit. That’s the way it seemed any way.  His mom had lived here when she was a girl, and moved when she started college. They bought the house where they lived now from an old friend of his grandmothers. His dad said it was an excellent price, and he had thought to himself, who else would want to live here? Who else would want to buy a run down shack in the middle of bomb hit Egypt?

There were no streets. There were no streetlights (due to the fact, there were no streets) just a light tacked to out buildings or out houses. The road was a paved one, until you had to turn off to where he lived. It was on a dusty road that only got graveled once a year if that. He had to actually walk a quarter of a mile just to get to the bus stop! Out in the middle of no where was where he landed. Being used to catching the city bus to go somewhere, skate parks, the MALL for crying out loud!  There was nothing here! NOTHING!

Then he met her. Among all the children on the bus that morning, she was the one to stand out. The seats were pretty well filled when he got on, and there was just one with one person in it. He went down the isle, high fiving the little kids who reached out their hands, nodding to the others and smiling at the girls who were smiling and tee heeing about him. He got to the seat with the one person in it, and politely asked if he could sit down.

She gave him that stare he later learned actually did put the fear of the Good Lord in a bunch of them on there.

She nodded her head yes. He sat there quietly, not knowing whether she was just having a bad morning or just mad at the world. After a few minutes, he thought it best if he introduced himself, seeing how she was about his age and probably would be in some of his classes. Best make a friend now, and have someone to talk to rather than try to make friends once you got there. Who knew? Maybe she would introduce him around or something.

He glanced over at her. She wasn’t tall, had long long straight hair that was braided on each side of her head. She wore an ill fitting t-shirt that was too big on her, a pair of blue jeans, and a worn pair of Chuck Taylors. He could appreciate that, seeing how he had worn his Chucks till they had fallen from his feet. They were black with the Steelers logo on them. Nice. Seemed like she liked football.

She was reading a book on Ancient Worlds. He really hoped that wasn’t one of the classes. He cleared his throat and started to speak.

Out of no where, a paper wad went flying by the both of them and he watched as she sprung into action.

“JOHNNY!” she yelled at a boy that had a big grin on his face, who now was looking like he’d swallowed a goldfish.

“Do it again and I swear to you on your dead dogs grave I will break that arm of yours, do you UNDERSTAND ME?” the boy shook his head yes, and quickly turned back around.

She turned to him and smiled. Actually smiled. “Sorry bout that. They get rowdy and I have to get bowdy. Johnny’s a sweet boy, but he gets outta line easy and I have to make him tow it every once in a while.”

It was his turn to swallow hard. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Not only were they blue, but he had never seen eyes that had gold flecks in them. It was like gold dust, shimmery in the blue pools of color. Her lashes were long, so long that she wouldn’t have needed that black junk that girls put on them. She wore no make up at all. Her smile was infectious as he smiled back at her. The paper wad broke the silence and now he had an opening he could take.

“That’s okay. I’m sure it was all in fun. My name’s Rand. What’s yours?” he stuck out his hand and she hesitated for just a second before she took it to shake.

“Glad to meet you. My name’s Josie.” She didn’t look away shyly like some girls did when he met them. She stared at him, studying his face, looking directly into his eyes. He turned away first, flustered at this.

“What grade are you in this year?” he said looking at the other kids looking back at him and her, just waiting to see if she was going to pound on him or let him live.

“Seventh. You?”

He smiled. “Yeah! Me too!”

They had a lot in common it seemed, music (but not that crappy classical she liked), movies, and some books. He liked the Cowboys, she liked the Steelers which made for a very good rivalry, and she liked the Pirates (of course) and loved watching hockey it didn’t matter who. That stood to reason with her he thought, but didn’t dare say it out loud. She would have made a very good hockey player. She also loved cars and anything to do with cars which led him to blurt out “But you’re a girl!” too late. It had already been said. The three kids in front of them turned around quickly to see what was going to happen to him. To their amazement, Josie scratched her head in thought, “You know, I keep getting told that, but for some reason that hasn’t been proven much by any body.” There was an audible sigh escaped his lips.

He found out later that Johnny was her younger brother, one of six that she had to make ‘tow’ the line. She also kept the peace on the bus; most of the kids knew she meant business. She had told him about a girl who didn’t want her brothers’ name down on the list for jumping over seats. She had written her own brothers’ name down as well, and wasn’t about to take either one off. The girl thought she could bully her, and three days later, found herself waking up in the hospital for a few days. She had taunted Josie for three days, and walking from the bus stop home, the girl called her a name. Josie told him that she didn’t remember much, other than her brothers dragging her off the girl.

“You mean you took it for three days before wailing on her?” he had asked never meeting anyone like this girl. The girls at his old school dressed to kill, never chipped a finger nail and had their mummies drive them to school in BMW’s and Porches. Fighting? No way!

She had looked down, not liking to talk about it. “Well, I tried to give her a chance. I didn’t want to hurt her. I told her to please leave me alone, I was just trying to do what was right, and that stuff like that could distract the bus driver and kill us all. I had a cousin who died in a bad bus crash in the Big Sandy before I was born. And she tells me things. Still. She comes to me, and I just don’t want that to happen to us.” She had whispered the last part to him, not wanting anyone to think she was crazy. He hadn’t thought she was crazy, he thought she was fascinating.

The school was small, no where near the size of his old one. And yes, even in this small of a place, there were still the lines of class drawn. You had the poor ones, the rich ones, the snooty rich ones and the trouble makers. He watched her the first week, not being able to figure out which group she fell in. She never shunned the poorer kids (he knew her situation about that), but the rich kids liked her to. There was a football player who asked her to wear his jersey on the days they had a game. The cheerleaders liked her, the snooty kids even talked to her. Seemed like there was no classifying who she was or exactly what she was to them other than a friend.

He fit in with the rich ones, the jocks and the cheerleaders thought he was cute. He was popular it seemed here, more than he had been at the old school.

The first year of school there seemed to fly by for him. He joined the teams, made good grades, watched Josie de-ball a boy that had been bothering her (and yeah, get paddled and expelled for two days), and had an off again on again love by the name of Shelby Anne.

Josie lived above him, and her brothers would come down to play foot ball with him, and swim in their pool. Josie wasn’t allowed. Her dad was very strict on her to the point of stupidity. Rand was allowed up, only when he went off on one of his month long binges.

The summer came, school went out, and her dad thankfully went off on one of those binges of his. Josie was free for at least a little while. Her mom didn’t mind if Rand came to visit and she didn’t mind if they played catch in the yard, or if Josie and him went down to the creek to catch crawfish.

Josie’s mom for the most part was a nice hard working woman, who reminded much of his own mother in a way. She’d had a hard life, and it showed on her face. She did the best she could with what she had, and although they lived in a shack of a place, kept it clean.  Josie’s mom was also very religious, taking the children almost every night and twice on the week ends. He had even went a few times, but being raised Catholic, any other church was foreign to him.

“Well?” her voice brought him back to the present.

“Well what? OH! Yeah…I know something…” he grinned at her and rolled quickly off the sheet and onto the hard ground.

He quickly got up on all fours, and leaped to his feet with his hands on his hips.

She just lay there, not making a move, knowing that he wanted her to chase him. She just wasn’t going to do it this time. He would tell her, and tell her without having a chase.

“I don’t care.” She said.

He grinned, “Yes you do.”

She looked at him. “No I don’t.”

“Ooohhh yeesssss yoouuuu dooooo….” He sniggered back.

“We can go on like this forever Rand, or you can tell me. I can beat you till you can’t move, throw you in the creek for the crawdabbers to eat out your eyeballs, or you can tell me. Now. Which one is it going to be?”

His hand went up to rub his chin in mock thought. He furrowed his eyebrows, crossed his eyes, made a coughing sound, and sat back down where she was at.

“Not up for the chase today?” he inquired.

“Nope.”

“That’s fine. You’d lose anyway.” He hit her on the back of her head.

She turned around to look at him….