Watching Fireflies (unedited - PG-13)

I parked my truck in front of the old inn, strolling over to the front door.  I remembered where I left my tools when I realized they weren’t in the back of my truck.  I hope she didn’t throw them out and they’re still lying on the floor in the bathroom.

Pulling open the door to the familiar chimes, my aunt looked up from her morning paper, “Tommy!  You said you were coming yesterday, as in Tuesday.  Do I need to buy you an appointment book?”

Oh, she looked pissed.

“Aunt Et, I’m sorry,” I began.  “I went to the college to register for my classes yesterday and I didn’t think it would take up so much time.  I didn’t want to … intrude on your guest again.”

She looked really pleased, which meant I was still on her good side.

“Well, if that was the reason, then okay.  I’ll let it slide.  But get up to the suite and fix the leak,” she continued.  “Ms. Hawthorne didn’t say anything this morning about the leak when she left, but I don’t want to cause any further inconveniences for my guests.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With Aunt Ethel’s heart-warming smile, I knew I was forgiven then. 

“Well, what classes did you register for Tommy?”  See?  Forgiven.

“I’m going to take a few core courses to get out of the way since this fall will be a little busy.  So I’m taking Intro into Business, English, and History.”  After saying that, I felt a little smile creeping up my face.  I’m really going to enjoy this History class.  One night class being taught by one water goddess that I may have seen a time or two.

Aunt Et left me to my purpose at hand and I made my way up to Room 6.  I didn’t knock this time because Aunt Et said she was out. 

I really wasn’t planning on snooping, but I couldn’t help it, especially with a red, lace bra lying on the bed.  I went over to the bed and looked at it.  Shoved my hands in my pockets to make sure I just looked at it.  Oh to have been where it’s been.

I turned away before my jeans became too unbearable and stopped when I noticed shattered glass on the floor near the waste basket.  I went over to pick the pieces up and noticed the original holder of the glass shards.  A picture frame which encased my water goddess and one that I will call douche bag, because his arm is draped around my girl.  I will properly dispose of this when I finish with the faucet.  She doesn’t need ‘trash’ laying around.

After the task of fixing the sink, I decided to walk instead of drive down to Main Street.  I’d planned to give Paul a hand with the festival set-up.  He’d been down here all morning while Lance looked after the farm.

I was coming close to Ellie’s place and thought I’d stop by to say hello.  Before I grabbed the door handle to enter I looked into the window and saw my girl sitting on a stool next to Ellie.  They both had a salad in front of them.  I don’t even know what she was wearing because I kept picturing her wearing that red, lace bra.  She was talking very animatedly to Ellie and then she just began to laugh.  She was just so beautiful.  Her skirt hiked up just a little when she crossed her legs … long luscious legs.

I thought twice about walking in.  I want to see her face as I walk into her class room later this evening.  I turned away with that smile on my face again.  She has me doing that a lot lately. 

I never really had many girlfriends, but I wasn’t necessarily a “player” either.  Usually just hook-ups after a night at the tavern.  Girls around here knew that they couldn’t settle me down.  I just put my business first.  But one Ms. Hawthorne has me rethinking my single strategy.

After helping out at the festival site for most of the afternoon, I went home to shower and change.  I had to make myself look presentable.  Jeans, black button with the sleeves pushed up.  Yep … presentable.

Class began at 6:30, but I got there a few minutes early.  I was a little selfish and wanted my water goddess all to myself.  I came to the class doorway crossing my arms while I leaned against the door frame.  My beautifully breathtaking teacher sat in front of me while she seemed engrossed in a book.  I noticed no one was in the classroom as of yet, so I had to make my big entrance.