Making Circles - Vanessa Gilbert (recommended reading txt) 📗

Ham and Cheese, Dad’s are Vodka and Shots, and mine are Mrs. Piggy and Kermit. Mom’s bunnies are Donald and Daffy, Dad’s are Mickey and Minnie, and mine are Light and Dark. The rest of the animals we just used name over again. I looked towards the barn and saw Apple prancing about in the little circle where we practiced and broke our horses. I smiled and walked towards it. Our house sits on a hill and the gravel drive way winds up it.
The house and garage are attached which makes it that the parch steps run onto the gravel. Close to the porch is a store path way leading towards the barn, garden, and chicken coop. I smiled and walked across the stone path to Apple until I heard someone call my name I looked back at my parents who were starring towards Carter’s house. I looked and there walking towards me was Carter, handsome, amazing, loving Carter.
See me and Carter have known each other since we were little. We used to play together and everything but then we slowly drifted apart. We actually started talking again just a week after we started building the house. His mother, Vivian, demanded we stay with her while her husband, my grandpa, my uncle, and a few other people got to work on the house. I had to stay in Carter’s room and mom and dad shared the couch.
I remember the night as if though it was yesterday. I was on my bed (the floor) reading Twilight and wearing my faded yellow night gown that goes down to my thighs, I had my almost neon red hair messy and free around my shoulders, and I still had on my makeup from that day. I had gotten to that part were Edward was about to kiss Bella when Carter stormed in at first not noticing the half naked (as my grandma would say) girl on his floor reading a romance novel.
When he noticed me (half a second later) he starred at me mouth wide open and eyes popping out. I stared back at his half nakedness and my mouth dropped open. He had on no shirt (yes no shirt), plaid pajama pants, and his blonde hair was a total mess. I quickly pulled a blanket over me and cried out, “What the hell! Have you heard of knocking!?”
“Why should I knock, it’s my room!” He said back angrily.
“You have a guest! For all you knew I was changing!” I said.
“Yeah an unwanted guest and that would have made this better,” he said quietly.
I growled then stood, balling my hands in fists and putting them on my hips. “What the hell did I do to you?!” I questioned angrily.
“You stopped being my friend,” he said bitterly.
My breath caught and my legs gave out. I feel to the floor dumb stuck and thought about it. Was he right? Did I stop being his friends? Was it my fault? Tears bubbled up in my eyes; I closed my eyes violently and shook my head, as if that would help. I suddenly felt a cool finger tip on my face wiping my tear away. I opened my eyes and saw carter in front of me on his knees a sorry sincere face on. Another tear spilt out and he quickly got it. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t blame you it’s also my fault to,” he said.
I shook my head and whispered, “No, I should have tried.”
I opened my eyes again to look at Carter and saw a small smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that forever,” he chuckled.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”
“Its fine, just promise you’ll allow me to help make us friends again.”
“I promise,” I said.
He smiled then gently pushed my face so that it turned. I laughed then looked back at him. That night we stayed up talking about…well everything. The next couple of days me and him just hanged out we’d go to Wal-Mart and Smiths and just hang…then it all went downwards.
It was a hot mid day and Carter and I were thirsty for soda so we decided to drive to a close gas station. Funny and sadly enough Carter and I are the same age, 16, and yet HE can drive. He is also a grade ahead of me but that’s my fault. I got held back. In any case Carter and I were on the couch watching something on TV when a soda commercial came on. “Coca Cola, America’s choice since 1886,” the TV said. “Now I’m thirsty for soda,” Carter stated.
“Me too,” I chuckled.
He lightly chuckled with me then said, “Well let’s go get some soda.”
I smiled and nodded then pushed off and away from the couch and walked towards Carter’s room. I walked in and walked over to my suitcase and begun searching for some clothes and my wallet. I pulled out my light blue, torn up at the knees jeans, a white spaghetti strap shirt that has red small roses all over it, and my new brown leather boots. I gathered my clothes up then walked across the small hallway to the bathroom.
See ever since that night of us becoming friends again he always barges in trying to catch me changing and every time I’m not he calls out, “Damn it, I should have done this sooner,” or he says later but still. The first couple of times it’s hilarious but soon it gets annoying. I shuttered from the coldness of the bathroom and locked the door behind me and began to strip. I pushed my black short pajama bottoms down and stepped out of them and quickly removed my thigh length night shirt that is completely white and has writing on it in a neon multicolor rainbow.
The writing read, “Me + You = <3.”
My mom got it for me thinking it was cute…dad found it “lame”. I quickly put on my clothes that I picked out starting with the jeans and ending with the boots. I looked in the mirror and began to fix myself up. My neon red hair was up in a ponytail that brought it up to my neck and was messy. Curls stuck together in the ponytail and the free strands were glued to the sides of my face and forehead with sweat. Its summer so of course it’s hot. My light silver blue eyes were bright that day but one of my eyes was started to turn bluish purple black around it. See the day before I wasn’t paying any attention and ran into the frame of my (Carter’s) room door. Carter laughed himself to tears the day I did it. I starred at my eye in horror and shook it off.
I wondered what people would think when they saw me with a black eye and Carter laughing about it. They’d probably think he did this to me, I laughed. I pulled the rubber band holding my hair up out and smoothed it out, parted my bans, and then fluffed it out. My hair goes down to a little past my shoulders and has layers which gives it volume. I pulled out my skin colored eye shadow and quickly but gently wiped it on. After my black eye was hiding I walked out and searched for Carter. Carter was leaning up against a wall besides the door watching me come out. He had on his new leather jacket, his tight blue jeans, a white tight t-shirt, and his new combat boots. I smiled at him and then walked towards him.
Carter’s house never changed it had the same green carpet all through the house, the same white walls all through the house, the same dark green couches and chairs, and the same wood counters they had last time I was here. When I reached him Carter opened the door and then wrapped one arm around my waist and then walked me toward the black SUV. He me over to the passenger side, opened the passenger side door for me then helped me get in and then he got in the driver’s side. I buckled in and watched him walk around to the driver’s side. He climbed in then back out of the drive way and drove towards the stores. I smiled at him then leaned over towards the radio and turned it up.
As soon as I turned it up the talk host on the radio station said, “That was E.T by Katy Perry and next up is Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga you’re listening to 98.3.” The introduction began to play and then soon came the first verse of Dance in the Dark.
“Silicon, saline, poison, inject me baby I’m a free bitch, I’m a free Bitch. Some girls won’t dance to the beat of the track. She won’t walk away but she won’t look back. She looks good but her boyfriend says she’s a mess, she’s a mess, and she’s a mess. Now the girl is stressed. She’s a mess, she’s a mess, she’s a mess, and she’s a mess! Baby, loves to dance in the dark, coz when he’s looking she falls apart. Baby, loves to dance in the dark. Baby loves to dance in the dark, coz when he’s looking she falls apart. Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark.” I sang.
Carter looked at me, smiled, and then shook his head. I looked at him and asked, “What? I love this song.”
Carter laughed and said, “Of course you do.”
I smiled then stared out the window watching as trees passed and houses passed.
“Hey got a question for you,” I heard Carter say.
I looked over at him and said, “Okay shoot.”
“Do you maybe….wanna…I don’t know…go-,” he began to ask before he got cut off by the sound of cars honking their horn.
I looked and realized Carter had stopped at a stop sign and he had been waiting at the stop sign for too long. He groaned and said, “Okay, okay I’m moving out of the way.”
I laughed and shook my head and said, “Maybe you should ask me when we get home.”
He nodded and laughed, “Yea maybe.”
I smiled and then went back to starring out the window. My mind kept questioning what he was gonna ask me, if it was important, and then to guessing what the question was. I sighed and began to trace with my eyes the scenery that the car passed; trees, shrubs, clouds, telephone poles, and buildings.
I traced with my eye Sonic, a bunch of random stores connected together, and Smiths before Carter pulled into the gas station. Carter pulled the car into one of the empty parking spots next to the gas filling stations. Carter clicked the red button on his buckle and said, “Okay so I’ll go get the soda and you can-,”
“No, how about I go get the sodas and you fill the car,” I interrupted him with.
He smiled at me, reached into his front left pocket, pulled out his brown leather walled, reached in, and pulled out five dollars.
“Get me a Pepsi,” he said as he handed the money to me.
I smiled and nodded, unbuckled myself, got out of the black SUV and then made my way into the little gas station store.
The outside of the building was ordinary nothing special, brown pueblo walling, red roof, huge windows, and in front of the building there was a drink suspensor, food suspensor, and newspaper suspensor. I walked into the building and