I leaned back on his chest. The one I loved. The one I was to marry. My hands were in his pockets. The cold winter’s air was no match to bring my mood down. “What about this one?” Delsin pointed to a tree that was to limp to hold up a garland and still look good. I shook my head, my snow soaked hair slapping my face hard. “This one looks good” I stuttered through chattering teeth. “Sora, you are so difficult to go Christmas tree shopping with.” He sighed leading me over to the tree I pointed to. My tennis shoes were filled with snow which made it hard to move. I pouted as he pulled away from me. He held up the small tree for me to see. I walked around it, eyeing the green thing. It was pretty pathetic, but pickings were slim this year. Nodding, I pranced back to the warmth of the car. With the heater cranked up all the way, I thawed out my hands. Delsin finally crawled into the car with our first tree strapped onto the roof of the small Volvo.
Soulja boy tell me oh. Watch me crank dat watch me roll. . Delsin’s cheap ring tone went off. “Hello” he slurred pushing his phone in between his shoulder and chin. “This is he” sounding like an assistant to some high end business man. His face went hard as he veered into the shoulder of the lane. I leaned my head against the window until he tapped my arm and signaled for us to switch places. He got out of the car and let me just slide over. After adjusting my heating vents, we were off. He still listened to the information coming from his phone. I drove to our apartment while listening to him partially.
Delsin seemed aggravated once I pulled into the driveway. He pulled the tree off the car and set it up in the living room. I curled up in my pj pants in the green chair we got from his parents last week with a cup of coffee. He stepped back and admired his work quickly. He kissed the top of my head and walked back to the bedroom. I followed quietly behind him. Leaning in the doorway, I watched him pace the floor. “What’s on your mind” I chirped following him with my eyes. “I got a call from my mother. There is a Kabhaldi meeting tonight. All people must attend. That means there all in town as we speak. I have to go to this too. I can’t leave you alone, but I can’t take you.” He walked over to me and held me strong in his arms. I shuddered the thought of being left in the apartment alone for any amount of time. “But you have to go. Plus, I’m a big girl now aren’t I? I can handle it” Pushing the thoughts of me being mangled by an axe murderer, I managed to stand up for myself.
“You can’t though; you don’t have to mind to. Here, I’ll leave you in the car alright; you just have to promise to stay in it.” My mouth flew open at the idea of sitting in a car for god knows how long! “Absolutely not!”
“Well I’m not leaving you here!”
“Why! Why can’t I just go! I AM the prophet just incase you forgot!”
“Sora, I can’t deal with you right now, I’ve got to go. The meeting is soon”
“Well I’m not sitting in the car that’s for sure” I stalked off back into the living room. Shaking off my anger, I watched the scraggily tree almost mock me. “What are you looking at” I muttered angrily at the stupid thing.
“Ok, Sora I’m leaving!” Delsin called in the entry way. “Bye” I simply called from my chair by the fire. The door shut, the little bells on the door clanged against the wood. I took a sighed deeply and shut my eyes. “Just kidding” Delsin screamed throwing me over his shoulder. I banged against his back. “Let me go!” I cried. “Not in your life.” The door closed for real this time. He gently set me in the back seat. When I reached for the handle, the car jerked into reverse. The apartment rolled away as we left the drive way. I reluctantly whipped my seatbelt over my shoulder and crossed my arms over my chest. “You didn’t have to make me go” I snapped. He merely stared at me in the rearview mirror. I rolled my eyes and slowly closed my eyes.
“Okay?” Delsin had said something, psh, like I’d ever pay attention! “What?” I rubbed my eyes vaguely. “I said, I should be back when the meetings over,” He threw some money on the seat next to me, “There is some food joints down the street. Go get something when you’re ready” He slammed the door and briskly walked inside, the keys in his pocket. Our apartment was several miles from here, and me partially in my Pjs; I was not willing to walk that far. At least our small car was still warm. The air around the car was frosty and white. “I wonder what they are talking about” I wondered aloud. Reaching for the door handle, I contemplated the pros and the cons of what I was about to do. The Key Arena in Seattle was so big it made my head spin to be in it. All the doors were locked. I walked down to the star entrance. Unlocked. I was walking on ground famous people had walked on! It was like the Walk of Fame. I shook off the urge to touch the ground and briskly walked inside.
I could hear so many voices; I didn’t know where they were coming from. I followed them around corners and rooms. The stage door was in front of me and the voices were on the other side of that. I took a deep breath and wrenched back on the knob.