“Eisley,” he sighed. “Come on.”
“I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.” I spun around with a bundle of clothes. “Now, I have to shower and get ready for the day. Why don’t you do the same and then we can go do something?”
I rushed out of the room to take a shower.After I was done, Kansas traded places with me, while I quickly dressed and put my makeup on. By the time my hair was dry, he was stepping back into my room, showered, and dressed.
“Ready?” He gave me an awkward smile.
“Yes.” I couldn’t look at him yet. “Let’s go. I want to show you my garden.”
We went to my backyard, where I showed him the plants I used to make my tea.
“I grow almost everything I use on my channel.” I forced the fight we’d had earlier to the back of my mind and waved proudly at my plants.
“Almost?” He grinned.
“Well, I don’t make my own honey or milk. There’s a few other ingredients here or there I have to purchase, but if I can, I try to grow it.”
“I see that.” He nodded and gazed down the long garden.“This is all edible?”
“You can ingest it all, yes.”
He pushed his glasses up his nose and frowned at me. “What’s that mean?”
I laughed and poked his hard chest. “It means, if you want to steal from my garden, you best know your plants. You might end up eating something you shouldn’t.”
“Eisley.” His expression darkened.“Are you hoarding…”
“It’s fine. It’s a comfort thing. It keeps the dark thoughts away.”
“The idea of poisoning someone keeps the dark thoughts away?” He followed me back inside.
I put the tea kettle on the stove and turned the burner on. I turned back to him and grinned. “Exactly.”
Rule 7- Kansas
Make nice with her friend group.
“Ithink it could be fun. A double creature feature, popcorn, and watching it under the stars? Come on.” I pointed to the flyer taped to a store window.
Eisley frowned. We just couldn’t find our footing. Last night, we fought, then she had her nightmares. She was still upset about my scars, and I was upset about her little poison garden she had in her backyard.
We were one passive aggressive comment away from exploding.
“Yeah, my friends texted me about it earlier, but I was enjoying our one-on-one time.”
“Your friends are all gonna be there?” I perked up. “Now I really want to go. Come on, let me meet the gang.”
“You won’t like them.” She scowled and reached for my hand, tugging me along and down the street.
“You think?”
“I know,” she said firmly. “They are the exact type of people you hate.”
“And what’s that?” I smirked.
“Most of them have families that have been here for like a century or more.”
I inhaled deeply.
