Forever Mark by Jessyca Thibault

Author:Jessyca Thibault [Thibault, Jessyca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

More Than a Thousand Words

Laughter

Heart

Memories

Smiles and hugs

Haircuts and frowns

Hellos and goodbyes

First days of school

The day you got your first tattoo

Pictures tell stories

Beyond what you see

Portals to the past

Worth much more

Than a thousand words

“Why are we at a house with a blue fence?”

Kellen turned his head as he expertly cruised into the driveway and stopped his bike next to a screened porch.

“This is my house,” he said, a small smile on his face.

I looked up at Kellen’s house. It was two stories and white with faded grey-blue trim around the windows.

I hopped off the back of Kellen’s bike and walked over to the fence, which came up to my chest and was indeed painted the same grey-blue color as the trim. I ran my fingers along the surface and rested my hand on top of one of the wood panels, looking over on the other side. The fence surrounded a large yard and wrapped around the back of the house. Across the front yard I could see a water fountain with a beautiful garden surrounding it.

“This is really nice,” I said, honestly. “Can I just ask one question?”

Kellen sighed. “It’s about the fence.”

“It is.”

“Why? Why must you ask about the fence?”

“Your fence is blue, Kellen. I was just wondering what made you choose blue.”

“I thought you were different, Carson.”

“It’s a legitimate question.”

“I had high hopes for you.”

“Well that was your first mistake,” I said. “And how do you think I feel? I was expecting a house with a normal fence. I guess I should have known better, it is your house after all.”

“Hey, now,” Kellen said, grinning. “Don’t knock the fence. It’s a community landmark.”

“Take a right and keep going straight until you pass the blue fence.”

“Exactly,” he said.

I shook my head and glanced down just as a bright blue butterfly landed on my hand.

“Hey, look,” I said, tilting my hand.

“Yeah, we get those a lot.”

“That’s because they see your fence and think it’s a flock of their brothers.”

“Very funny,” he said. “They’re attracted to the flowers my mom plants.”

Sure enough, the butterfly fluttered off my hand and flew towards a cluster of purple flowers. I walked farther along the fence and saw that there were flower gardens everywhere, different colored butterflies decorating the petals like ornaments. It was one of the most peaceful things I’d ever seen.

“So,” I said, walking back over to Kellen. “What’s the plan?”

Kellen pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled and placed my hands on his chest.

“Well,” he said. “I thought you could come meet my mom.”

“What?”

I wasn’t smiling anymore.

Kellen looked a little worried. He should’ve been.

“I just thought – ” he started.

“I can’t meet your mom,” I said a little hysterically, backing away. “Look at me.”

I glanced down, indicating my highly torn up jeans and my t-shirt, which had just as many rips as well as a lovely skull plastered across the front. I didn’t know why I was freaking out so much or why I suddenly cared if someone disapproved of the number of rips in my clothes, but I did.

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