August 28
All I wanted was to be in the backseat of that truck.
You knew that. I was in the truckbed with all the other kids, and you were up front, and there was one more seat left. You turned around and looked at me, so I slid in through the back window even though I was wearing a skirt and my underwear could probably be seen from some angle. But I didn't care because I would have done anything to be in that truck. You knew that, and you knew why.
I was one girl in four boys. And there he was, right in front of me behind the wheel. He started up the truck and we both held our breath. The big rattly thing rumbled out the driveway, leaving a huge cloud of exhaust and a bunch of running kids in its wake, and I felt more than rightly satisfied that I was the one sitting in the backseat of the truck, in full view of his red head, and not her.
The gears buzzed into place while he shifted without looking. A little ways down the road we turned into the church parking lot and he took it around in a circle. My heart rate was already through the sky, I didn't need any more. But then he crushed the brake and the truck spun around and dust rose like we were in a rodeo ring, and I clung to your arm so tight I must've cut the blood circulation off. You had that look on your face, like maybe we were going to die, but we were going to have the most fun ever doing it.
He looked back at me from the driver's seat and grinned and then I did die.
The test drive was complete and so was my life forever after. Back to the house, we spilled out of the truck and you and I looked at each other without saying a word. We knew we'd just seen something legendary. We knew it was an honor. And we knew exactly what the other was thinking because after all, you were the one told me to get in the backseat.
Anyhow, girls don't forget stuff like that.
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They say only rednecks are best friends with their cousins, but that's okay because I guess we kind of are. Check out Henry's youtube channel Henry Williams and help make him famous because he'd like that.
~Emma
#makeHenryfamous
ReplyDelete#ditto
DeleteThe feel you have for atmosphere, and the talent you have for sharing it in words is FANTASTIC! Seriously, I love every one of your pieces. :)
ReplyDeleteEowyn, that's the sweetest thing ever! Thank you so much!
DeleteI'll send the link to Henry's channel to my brother. He has his own youtube channel, too. :) This was wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteCool, he'll appreciate it!
Deletedude. are you sure there wasn't another seat open in that truck and I was beside you? Because...it sure feels like it - legit
ReplyDeletehope you had a good day at work yesterday ;)
Thanks Julia -- it was better. :-)
DeleteYour writing is so vivid; I can't get enough of it. I just found your blog recently, actually, and I went back and read every post. I really like the title too. Keep up the good work! :)
ReplyDeleteWell thanks! You're so kind, I'm really glad you like it.
DeleteMan alive, you're an awesome writer <3 Keep it up!!
ReplyDeleteI never thought I'd say this, but you make me want to be a redneck. Or at least "a country kid".
ReplyDelete*grins* Emma I don't think you could be a 'normal' girl if you tried. You were born and bred country and it's in your blood. That much I can tell.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm great friends with my cousins (and I think my 'boy cousin' (that sounds so weird) is one of the coolest guys I know. I love to hang around him). I don't know if 'redneck' is the first word to describe me though. And as for Henry's channel... *blushes* I found it mooonths ago. (My favourite video was the one of you ice skating, but I think he's taken that done. Now I'm glad I saw it when I did. :P)
~Miss Meg