Wide Open spaces

Chapter 2

“Bibi, Bibi, Bibi.” I heard Jay whisper in my ear. I mean really it is summer and I am too tired to get up right now. I grabbed a pillow that was under my head and threw where I hope Jay was. I opened up my eyes to see Jay sitting nowhere near where I aimed. I felt the bed dip next to me.

“Do you want bacon and eggs for breakfast?” Jay asked.

“Really Jay, Really you had to ask me that question, it is like asking if I live on a farm, and what is that answer exactly?” I asked him as if he was three. A small smile appeared on his lips and he got up and walked out of my bedroom. I peeled back the sheets that were covering me and walked/hopped over to my dresser. I grabbed a new pair of jeans and a red tank top and a flannelette shirt. I went into the bathroom and had a shower, put my clothes on and started to make my way down the stairs. When I got half way down I could smell the aroma of the bacon and eggs, my stomach grumbled as I walked into the kitchen.

“I was going to give you breakfast in bed.” Jay said and pouted, I laughed at how cute he looked.

“Maybe another time.” I replied. Jay nodded his head but kept the pout on his face. I could help but let out a small laugh at how childish he acts sometimes. After we ate breakfast Jay and I sat in front of the television and watched reruns of How I Met Your Mother.

         For hours on end Jay and I laughed the most that I had in months. Gradually the episodes of How I Met Your Mother came to a close and I looked over to see Jay fallen asleep on the couch, I light chuckle escaped my lips and I forced them closed, trying not to wake Jay I got up and walked outside. The summer heat hit me as I walked towards the barn. Even though it was late in the afternoon it was still hot, however when the sun goes down it will start to get cold. One of the bad parts about living in the country, freezing cold nights during any day of the year. I grabbed the food for the horses and divided it up and gave it to the horses. Once I was done I walked back inside to see that Jay was still asleep. I quietly walked upstairs and ran a bath. After I showered I pulled on my old football shirt and some track pants. I put my hair into a tight bun and headed down stairs.

“Jay what are you doing?” I yelled as some one, who happened to be Jay put me onto his shoulders and walked me outside and dumped my on the wet grass. I looked back to see where he was and he was already inside the house locking to doors and windows.... Wait, Oh no he didn’t. I run up to the house at full speed and start knocking on the door.

“This will teach you, again, to not leave me asleep on the couch Bibi.” Jay taunted through the curtains. I roll my eyes at his behavior. Well, he thinks he can win this game. Ha, how wrong is he. I walk over to the window he is at and start tapping the same rhythm. Jay face suddenly crumbles as he has figured out my plan. You see when we were 14 we decided to watch the movie Salem’s Lot which has the same tapping rhythm as what I am knocking on the window now. Jay used to hate scary movies and after the movie he couldn’t and wouldn’t sleep or sit next to a window for 3 months. I laughed as he ran towards the door and let me in. Jay shot me a glare as I walked passed him and sat on the stools in the kitchen. I grabbed an apple off the table and started to eat it.

“That was just mean, Bibi and you know it.” I sighed and turned to look at him.

“Oh and locking me out of the house isn’t.” I asked as I raised one eyebrow. He narrowed his eyes at me and walked away. The front door slammed shut and I heard him start his truck. Wait. He is leaving me. No way. He will not leave me. I walk out the front door and see dust flying up as he drove down our long drive way. Looks like he would leave me. I sigh heavily and walk back inside. I suddenly realize I can’t cook; I walk to the fridge and pull out 2 eggs, bread and bacon. Guess there is always a way to learn. By the time I had finished cooking the smoke alarms had gone off 3 times, I had burnt bacon and my toast was black and crumbling in my fingers. Maybe there isn’t ever going to be a time to learn how to cook. I once again walk back over to the fridge and pull out a block of cheese; I cut some off and start to eat that. I put the cheese back in the fridge and walk up to my bedroom. I look around to try and find my purple guitar. I single it out next to my desk. I grab my guitar and my book and go sit on my balcony. I strum my guitar and start singing.