Surviving Us by Erin Noelle

Author:Erin Noelle [Noelle, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-20T23:00:00+00:00

AFTER EMAILING GRANNY and Alyvia, letting them both know all is okay and I’m doing fine, we spend most of the day cleaning up small branches strewn about and helping the Ti Kaye staff re-set up everything they’d packed away for the storm. Needless to say, once everything is finished, I’m completely and utterly physically exhausted. However, over an earlier-than-normal dinner, I detect a different, lighter even, atmosphere amongst our group as a whole. Even though we all arrived as ‘survivors’, after the storm and working together all day towards a common goal, a new sense of camaraderie has settled over us, and it fills me with happiness.

Most everyone, including Davis and me, excuses themselves shortly after eating, promising thoughts of a shower and bed at the top of the list following the day of manual labor. We trudge—well, I trudge, while he walks just fine—down the already-dried up dirt road towards our cottages. Once again, I find myself questioning, overthinking, what to expect from him tonight. We had developed a routine before the storm of alternating places after dinner, then the other returning to their own place to sleep, but last night, we stayed together all night. Since there isn’t a storm tonight, do I assume we revert back to the way it was? Ughhh.

We arrive at his place first, and thankfully, he answers some of my unspoken questions. “Let me run in and get some clean clothes, then we can shower at your place. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” I reply as I stop walking and wait for him to return, feeling stupid for even worrying about this stuff. Fun, Bristol. It’s all supposed to be fun, remember?

He reappears as I’m internally chastising myself, with a change of clothes in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Grinning, he lifts the bottle up in the air. “Thought we could put this to good use after today. Do you want me to grab any of the food too?”

“No, I’m stuffed, but the wine should be perfect after the shower.”

“I thought so too.” He bounces down the steps to the ground next to me. “Come on, let’s go clean up so we can relax.”

Once we’re inside, neither of us wastes any time stripping off our grungy clothes and making a beeline for the open-air shower connected to my cottage. The area truly is my idea of paradise—rock wall surroundings, colorful flowers and plants lining the perimeter, and a forceful rain showerhead to stand under. Davis turns the knob to full force, testing the temperature of the water with his foot, and once it’s to his liking, he grabs my hand and pulls me under the spray with him.

The warm water feels no less than amazing as it beats down on the top of my head, immediately rejuvenating me as it washes away the dirt and mud caked on various parts of my body. Moaning with delight, I close my eyes, lift my arms, and twirl under the spray, nearly forgetting Davis is even there with me.

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