Stars In Her Hair

Hey Everyone!

It’s February and love is in the air! lol. Who am I kidding! It’s February, and that means I’m a month closer to spring break! This is me, thinking ahead, and getting excited, because I have nothing better to do, than count the days till I take a break from school. My parents are thinking about going down to our beach house, even though it’ll probably be too cold to swim, but who knows! The plans and kinks aren’t decided yet, but I’m already a little excited.

January is a slow month. I’ve always felt that it is ridiculously slow, next to april and may. Like we’re moving in quicksand or something, I dunno! I’m just glad we’re past that, and into a another month! Hopefully it’s a good one, for you and me both!

Okay! So enough about that! Here’s the continuation to Chapter 7

If you commented on the last post, I sent you an email of a sneak peak of this chapter. Hopefully you recieved it, and here is the rest.

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…continuing Chapter 7

 I didn’t know why we were running, but we were. It seemed like the crowds kept growing and growing, and we had to weave our way through the people like an intricate maze of colorful puffy coats. Even though it was eleven o’ clock at night, I wasn’t the least bit tired. In fact, I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. Maybe it was the blur of all the sparkly lights, the frosty air, and the thrill of everything that had happened so far. Already it was a night to remember, and I had a feeling it hadn’t even really begun yet.

Sam squeezed my hand as we passed through a couple admiring a decorated building with fake snow, and I felt all jittery. “You okay?” he asked, looking at me those pretty light blue eyes of his.

“I nodded,” a little breathless. “Just cold,” I said with a shrug.

Sam grinned, “I know just the thing!” He winked and then added, “Your highness.”

I shook my head and giggled. I couldn’t believe he was still calling me that.

“Come on!” He said, “It’s just around the corner.”

Our surprise destination turned out to be a hot chocolate vendor. It was a small triple tier serving cart with a dark haired boy working behind it. The menu was written in white chalk on a board, and a long line of people bundled in scarves were waiting for their hot drinks.

“This will be the best cup of chocolate ever,” he declared.

I smiled, “What makes it so special?”

“Because I’m buying,” he replied.

I laughed and said playing along, “Well than it better be good.” I paused. “After all” raising an eyebrow and looking at him seriously, I poked his shoulder, “I’m the queen.”

 This did not faze him, and so he looked straight back at me. “Well if you put it that way,” Sam stuck his hands into his pockets, and shrugged, “What if it’s not?”

The line moved up, and our turn was next. “Well then,” I waited to think, “Off with your head!” I replied, as casually as possible, biting the insides of my cheek so I wouldn’t smile.

He laughed, and I loved the sound of it. The way his eyes lit up, and he looked like he was six years old. At our turn, he ordered for the both us. “We want, two hot chocolates, with extra chocolate, and extra whipped cream.” He handed a few crumpled bills to the guy and grinned at me.

“Here you go!” Sam passed me a cup, “Only the best, for the best.”

“Thanks,” I giggled, wrapping my fingers around the Styrofoam. “But I’ll be the judge of that.”

We raised the cups, and clinked them together like wine glasses and took a sip. “Good?” he asked.

I nodded and said teasingly. “Spectacular, Prince Charming!”

He grinned, “You know you can’t chop off the head of the king.”

“Oh really?” I said, “Why not?”

“Because I’m the king, and kings are the power holders.”

“Not in a game like chess.” I countered, “Queens can move any direction, but Kings can only move one step.”

“Right,” he agreed, “But the Kings determine the outcome of the game. We control the board.”

I scoffed, “Kings may be the head, but queens are the neck. And they control where the head moves.”

Sam laughed and took a sip of his hot chocolate. “Well you’d never chop off my head,” he said confidently.

“Don’t be so sure,” I teased. “You know, I never knew a king who had whipped cream on his nose!” I laughed.

Sam stretched his tongue and touched the tip of his nose with it, “Did I get it?”

I shook my head laughing at his cross-eyed expression, “No.”

He wiped it off with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled, “Let’s go see when the parade starts.”

As we strolled down the glittered filled streets, I noticed that most of the people here were high school upperclassmen or college students. This must have been their thing- a midnight to escape parents, adults, and younger kids like us. Most of them hung around in crowds of friends and others couples. For a moment I wondered what it was like to be them-older and mature. They seemed to have this careless freedom that they carried in the pockets of their jeans, and a senseless kind of happiness that was radiant. They were in their own little world, and I almost felt like an intruder. Or worse, an outcast.

“Do you think we’ll be like them, when we’re older?” I asked Sam.

He shrugged, “What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’ll be happier when we’re like juniors or seniors?”

“I never thought about it.” He said knitting his eyebrows together.

“Don’t look at me like I’m weird.”  I said nudging him with my elbow. “You know that top of the world feeling? I’ve heard about it, but never felt it. Suppose it’s real. Wouldn’t you want to feel it too?”

He nodded “I don’t think age has anything to do with that though.”

“Well than, what do you think?”

He chuckled, “I think, that you think too much.”

“I don’t think I think enough,” I replied earnestly.

“Then don’t think!” he commanded. His face lighting up with an idea, “Maybe what you need, is to search for it. There’s only so much you can analyze, but some things, require an experiment.”

This was coming from a boy who hated school and adored sports. A boy who knew every football team and player on the NFL, but couldn’t be bothered crack open a science textbook. And here he was, the one telling me that life required some experiments. It was probably the best lesson I had ever learned.

“Okay,” I said hesitantly, “Then we should draw out a hypothesis, and then a thesis statement.”

“Oh, Jo,” Sam shook his head. “You seriously need to live a little.”

“A lot.” I corrected. “I need to live a lot.

“Then throw out your statement and hypo-whatevers.” He laughed. “Life experiments cannot be planned or controlled.” He looked at me seriously, “Remember that.”

I took a sip of my now cold, hot chocolate and then threw the rest in the trash. “Got it.”

“You sure?” he teased, as we walked into another area full of carts of souvenirs. Glow sticks, and necklaces that flashed colorful lights were among the selections that people were wearing.

“Buy one, get one half off!” a vendor was calling out. She was a middle aged women with her hair pulled into a ponytail and tucked behind a WestBridge baseball cap stuck full of collectible pins.

“Hey!” Sam cried holding up a plastic tiara that blinked white lights at a heart attack pace. “This is perfect!” he exclaimed, holding it up to admire.

“You can’t be serious Sam!” I laughed with disbelief. “I’m not wearing that.”

“No, no!” The baseball cap lady waved, “It’s very festive, and the lights have a very long battery life.” She smile nodded at me with an over enthusiastic smile, and urged me to try it on.

“That’s alright,” I shook my head, tugging on Sam arm. “We’re good!”

“C’mon Jo,” Sam said, placing the crown on my head, slightly lop-sided.

“Gorgeous!” The lady crowed, “Absolutely gorgeous!”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” I faked a smile and reached to take it off, but she protested.

“A matching crown for the boy too!” she displayed a circular crown that was all pointy. “It has three lighting display,” said pointing to the switch on the inside, “Blinking, chasing, or stationary.”

“Well how about that!” Sam grinned taking the crown and placed it on his head with pride. “We match!”

“I can’t Sam.” I shook my head at his goofy expression. “Bridgette wouldn’t even wear this!”

He ignored me, “We’ll take it!” he said, and reached for his wallet. The lady was all smiles now.

“No refund, no exchange!” She said, ripping the receipt of the register and handing it to me, before turning away to pull in another set of customers.

“I bet the battery will only last us half way through the night,” I remarked, with a hint of annoyance, as I crumpled the useless receipt in my hands and stuck it in the pocket of my sweatshirt.

“Don’t worry about it!” Sam poked me in the shoulder. “This is the first step of our experiment!”

I couldn’t think of how this could possibly relate to anything. “Humor me,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“I officially crown you the princess,” he gestured to my crown. “And I’m the prince.”

He said this all so casually, I had to admire him for his effort. “I thought I was the queen and you were the king?”

“King and queens are too old for us!” he declared. “I like it better when we’re young enough to have fun!”

“To be whatever we want to be, whenever we want!” I declared, looking at the whole crowd gathered in front of where the parade would be.

I turned and saw that he was looking at me. An expression was on his face that made me blush.

He beamed at me, “Exactly!” He straightened the crown on his head and smiled. “Looks like you’re getting it!”

To be Continued…

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Tada! Another slightly longg chapter. I apoligize if you don’t like long chapters, but these days it’s either all or nothing, and I’m already breaking it down into increments as it is. For those of you who commented and guess the Taylor Swift song, it was actually: Starlight.

I said, “Oh my, what a marvelous tune”
It was the best night, never would forget how we moved.
The whole place was dressed to the nines,
And we were dancing, dancing
Like we’re made of starlight
Like we’re made of starlight

I met Bobby on the boardwalk, summer of ’45
Picked me up late one night at the window,
We were 17 and crazy, running wild, wild
Can’t remember what song he was playing when we walked in
The night we snuck into a yacht club party
Pretending to be a duchess and a prince

Get it? lol. It’s okay if you don’t, because I totally got why you thought it was the songs that you guessed, and I loved the insight of it! How it could be interpreted so many ways. Loved that!!! Like I said, it was only lightly based, not completely. Anyways, that my favorite song, like EVER! Next to Spark’s Fly and Long Live, which are also at the top of my list. I’m a big a Swiftie soo…yeah…

Thank you for guessing!

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