We left our spot under the sun when our hunger for something sweet arose. We walked back down through to where the paddock had been crowded by hundreds of screaming followers the night before. It felt as though when we had been in our own little world, that theirs had died, it was as if their ghosts were still dancing around us.
We walked passed the unpacked stage, with the eyes of the crew from the night before gazing upon us until we exited the gate to find my car, there she was my first generation 1967 v8 Pontiac fire bird, black with a midnight blue running up through the middle. Jasmine seemed to admire my beast, not as much as the one from last night though. she gave me a weird look as i slightly chuckled at the things i was thinking, she asked why and i let her in on my thoughts.
She reacted completely different than what i thought, instead of thinking i was a creep and legging it, she pushed me against my car and with the same voice as the night before, she told me descriptively as to what she wanted to do with that beast later on today. It was settled, tonight we'd be together again.
she loosened her grip and walked to the drivers door, i tossed her the keys and got into the passengers side. She never revealed much of herself, not where she lived or who she knew, she did though mention that she used to work at an old factory, but she moved on to the next topic fairly quickly.
We drove all day, wasting away petrol because we didn't have the need to be anywhere in particular, he family wasn't in the country, and i had written mine off. We drove to the city and just sat in traffic, because we could. She was the most amazing girl i had ever lay my eyes on, she made the most boring things you could of, the greatest times of your life. And the greatest things in your life, were just unimaginable.
When sunset hit, she slowly drove my car into the Melbourne Show Grounds, it was September, and we were at her favourite place in the world. When i had asked her why it was her favourite place, she replied in a lengthy answer, not a word of it dreary, she talked about how she felt so invincible when she was at the highest point that she could reach for only a second, and that no one could take you away from it. Except for the person at the control box, i thought to myself.
I felt like a small child, being thrown into a whirlwind, a dare-devil choosing my course, we would jump from the highest peaks, swim in the deepest trenches, and fight through the war filled battles, although they were yet to come.
It was during the night when i faced the highest peaks, deepest trenches and the war filled battles. I left my negative thinking behind as we strolled through the dimmed grounds, full of teenagers, older and younger than ourselves, parents hushing their tired children and old couples searching for keepsakes, and nick nacks. We passed them all, all night long, they smiled briefly and continued on their ways, on their own little journeys.
I took Jasmine to a shooting booth, to try and win her something, and i succeeded, with her captivating voice she cheered me on, as with a few that gathered around to see i would win the biggest prize or have the biggest fall, that's all a crowd ever wants to see. Lucky for me though i impressed my amazing girl, and my small crowd but getting nine shots out of ten, straight on the target. The attendant handed me the second biggest prize they had, it was the strangest thing, a polar bear with it's arm around a penguin, and Jasmine simply adored it.
We were in a line to buy tickets for the mad mouse, she clutched her new teddy twosome, to which she named 'shorty' and was swaying her hips side to side, ever so slightly, it was now Jasmine that appeared child-like and not myself, it is not a bad thing, though a softer side she had not shown until now.
As when stood in line, i let my hand drop next to hers and brushed it softly against hers. She looked up and smiled, that sweet smile made me weak at the knees every time, it was the best non-sexual feeling in the world. Her smile was an unspoken acceptance and so i separated her fingers with mine, and filled the space i had created just perfectly. i could see from the look in her emerald green eyes that she saw and felt it too.
The moment was abruptly interrupted when a man about my height started to walk towards Jasmine screaming indecent things. I stood in and asked him to leave before he caused a bigger scene, he challenged me, but never said why, he just kept repeating that Jasmine was his, and no others, that she belonged to him. He was calling her things that represented monogamy. He was drunk, you could smell the alcohol on his breath and here it in the slur of his words.
I asked him to leave, as we had done nothing wrong, and the staff were about ready to phone the on site police. He left, not straight away, though soon enough. Jasmine dropped 'shorty' and started to cry. Tears streamed down her face, and i had no idea why, she didn't say a word, she looked horrified, i walked back to wards her and knelt down to pick up the soft toy that lay motionless on the ground. I kissed her hand and placed the toy in her arms. I then stood up, and lifted her off her feet and carried her to my car where we slept and talked for arms, her tears eventually turned into laughter, her laughter into a lot of smiling and happiness, and the heartfelt apology, followed by an 'i love you.'
I never thought that she would be the first to say it, and only after a day or two, but sometimes you share those deep connections with somebody that time is irrelevant, you might propose after two months, instead of the usual six-twelve months, but there are those certain people that put a smile on your face just by seeing them, those that you know you can spend your life with, because they are the only ones you want to, Jasmine brought a vibe into what we had that made me feel all of these things.
She looked concerned when i appeared to be in deep thought about what she just said, little did she know I'm writing a damn monologue with everything that happens, i couldn't wait to read it later, it's like having your life recorded, though in words in stead of film, and on paper, instead of a screen. I looked out through the window and gazed at the moon, it was far away, i wondered when it would come crashing down like the reset of us. Then i looked back at Jasmine, i told her that i loved her more than i thought possible, and that if i could, i would put a ring on her finger right now, i didn't have much, all of my money had gone into my car, though i did want to make her a promise, i asked her to marry me, on our second date, as crazy as it might seem, i felt that over the moon that i took the ring that seemed to have been on my fingers for what seemed life, and placed it on hers, as if joining our two lives with a cross road, no matter which street you turned down, it led you right back to us.
