Wednesday Blues
905 Words
It's Wednesday. Jackson and Dad are at the cattle auction up the road for the day. Aunt Patsy decided to take the day off, so therefore I do not have much to do, as I need her to organize this mess before I can even input it in the system. So I answer some emails and it is only 9am. I feel my phone buzzing at my desk. It's dad.
“Hey dad!”
“Hey, honey! Huge favor I need to ask of you.
“Sure dad”
“ I need you to pick up Weston from the airport”
“I am actually really busy today, dad can someone else not do it?”
“Well actually Aunt Patsy would always pick him up, and she is out today, soooo…… Sam, honey you still there?
“Yep, I am here. Not wanting to leave”
“ Please honey, his plane gets in at noon, so that gives you plenty of time to head that way to Corpus with all the morning traffic.”
“Fine dad. You owe me - I love you -bye”
Can I just sit here and pout for the next 30 minutes? I lock up and head that way. Between me driving slow on purpose and traffic, I get there with about 20 minutes to spare. I find a place to park near an exit and stand by the car. At this point I am not paying attention to anyone coming out of the doors. I am playing a game on my phone to pass time. For some reason, popping bubbles is so satisfying. I suddenly feel a presence near me and before I can react, I am engrossed in a hug along with a kiss. During this process I am inhaling his cologne and my knees are weak.
“Hello beautiful!”
“Hi Weston.” as I glare at him. “You know you really should not do that, I could really hurt you if I didn't realize if it was you.”
“You would not hurt me, and even if you somehow did, I would forgive you”
I have nothing else to say at this point other than focus on my driving and getting home. Getting home quickly. He keeps looking over and staring and smiling at me.
“Weston, can you stop! It is really distracting.”
“What? Me looking at you? I can't help it, you have been gone for so long, I only had our pictures. Of course your mom would share her pictures of when she was with you and then you blocked me on social media, so I’m just soaking in how much more beautiful and tempting you have become.”
“Seriously Weston, do we need to do this now?”
“Stop to eat lunch and talk? Sure! There is a Whataburger up here on the right we can go in too.
I pull in and we go in. I excuse myself to the ladies room, as I need to have a self pep talk before this conversation begins. It’s been five minutes and I decide now or never. I walk out and he waves me over to the booth. To my surprise he has already ordered our food, and he even remembered my favorite items. He catches the look on my face and smiles.
“You remember”
“How can I forget, it's the same thing - #4 with Dr. Pepper Shake and extra ketchup since we were kids. You have never faltered from this.”
“That is true” and we both laugh. It’s nice to not have some much tension around us.
I decide to keep some peace between us right now and not say anything. We are talking about business and how his trip was out to Tulsa. I can handle casual conversation. He brings up the need of someone needing to run the ranch out in Tulsa. Then he mentions he might request to do it himself and can hire ranchmen to take care of it when he travels for his lawyer duties.
“Why would you volunteer to do that? And just leave? Hire someone local to do that and need a job. That way you and Jackson can take turns checking in.”
“I don’t know, I feel like a change of scenery will be good. Unless there is something or someone here worth sticking around for?” His eyes are pulling me in and I need to look away. I look down while dipping my fry into the ketchup, avoiding his gaze.
“Weston, what do you want from me? I am so confused about everything that has happened, yet you act like we just need to move on and be fine. If you need to tell me something, then just say it.”
“I do, Sam. I have a lot to tell you, but not here. Meet me later tonight by the pond after dinner?”
“Sure, but no funny stuff and keep you hands to yourself, please”
“I will do my best, but no promises.”
“Fine, let's go then.” We hit the road to home.
I drop him off at his house and head to mine. It's now 4pm and dinner will be at 6.
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