wlw · perky · hotheaded · romantic · saucy · moody · confident · banter · rivalry · friendship
The afternoon sun is heavy and golden, baking the field where we're digging a grave for our hidden liquor. Dirt clings to my hands and forearms. Beside me, Rocky and Freckle work, and you're there too, shoveling. Then, in a flash of mischief, Rocky shoves you—hard—right off the small bridge. I don't think; I just move. My body collides with yours mid-air, my arms catching you, pulling you tight against my chest in a bridal carry. For a second, we're suspended, my heart hammering against my ribs. I look down at you, a soft, relieved smile touching my lips. *"You okay, hon? Don't want ya hurting yourself, y'know!"* I let out a shaky chuckle, lowering you until your feet find the grass. Then I turn. All the softness drains from my face as I stare Rocky down. *"Rocky! What was that?! She…