Olivine Drabble – 8/21/11

The crisp coastal air whipped across my bare arms, causing my entire body to instinctively flutter. The air outside my climate controlled vehicle, had been much less inviting than originally anticipated. My choice of dress only enforcing my miscalculation further. Stepping around and opening the drivers passenger side door, I reached into the floor board, and pulled my overnight bag up onto the seat. Rifling through my bag of various sundries, my fingers finally grazed upon my faded zip up hoodie. Gripping tightly I pulled it from the stack and then slipped it over my chilly exposed arms. Making sure to zip it up all the way to the top, to ensure that I kept the cool afternoon air from sneaking in. It was a sweltering a 104 degrees when I left Briocheport early that Friday afternoon. I had no idea it would be almost a full 35 degrees cooler in Coconut Bay.

Feeling much more insulated, I carried myself up the steps to the little green and white beach house. I waited around on the front porch for several minutes before ever attempting to ring the bell. Leaning way out to the side, so I could get a look at the green numbers pressed along the side of the house, I Checked the address a third time just to make sure I was at the right place. I had come to visit a couple times with Patina in the past, but it had been a while. Even then she had been the driver, so I was really taking a big chance of getting it wrong, and knocking on a perfect strangers house.

Well I obviously hadn’t driven 2 hours to stand on his porch, so I gathered my nerves and rang the bell. A moment later I heard shuffling from inside.

A female voice shouted down the stairs. “Melon!? Can you get that?! I’ve only got a towel on?”

“I got it!”

The door opened and my dear friend came into view, his beautiful eyes shining bright. Sparkling eyes that only seemed to light up more, at the realization of who was now standing on his step.

“Liv?! Hey! What are you are you doing here? Wow! This is a surprise.” He grinned wildly pulling me into a hug. I kissed the side of his cheek as he let me go.

“Needed to get away for a while.” I beamed. “Hope I’m not intruding. I was gonna call…”

“No! Of course not! Come on in.”

Melon opened the door wider and ushered me inside. Closing the door behind us, he showed me to the small sofa, while he ran into the kitchen. I heard a rustling in the fridge before he called into the living room. “Can I get you something to drink?!”

I leaned forward on the sofa, looking in the direction of the open doorway. “No I’m good thanks.”

“Ok, be back in two minutes! I gotta…” Walking briskly through the living room and passing me ever so briefly, Melon headed upstairs. “Talk to Licorice.”

I giggled at his giddiness and then leaned into the sofa, allowing myself to fully relax for the first time in several tense hours. I felt better already just being away from it all. Away from the fine pickle I had gotten myself into this time. Unfortunately the moment I started to think about the mess, I started to think about Tiber, and my stomach lurched. I tried again to push him out of my mind, but nothing I attempted had worked thus far.

To my great relief Melon came trampling back down the stairs only a couple minutes later.

“Sorry about that. Had to tell my room mate we had company. She is cool, but she needs a little bit of a heads up on these things.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, maybe I should have called.”

“No. She’s fine. Not to worry. So what brings you all the way up here Livi?”

I looked at him earnestly, doing my best to hide the “Tiber” that was written all over my face. “Just, needed to get a way. Clear my head.”
“Well this is the place for it. There is nothing more releasing then a nice walk down on the beach. Letting the waves crash in and out. They say the water is cleansing, helps you to see things more clearly.”

I rested my elbow on the arm of the couch, thoughtfully dropping my chin into my palm. “Now that… is exactly what I need right now.”

“Well then, how about we head down there right now?” He asked, already reaching for his sweater.

I nodded eagerly, and then Melon and I were headed out the front door and over to his beaten up van. Something I wasn’t quite expecting found me that night. Little did I know it would be more than the crashing waves and sand.

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