Had an idea for a story on the way home from my grandma's house Christmas. Started working on a scene later that night and over the course of the next couple of days. Needs some work and the characters need names. Initial draft of a scene taking place sometime in the middle of the story. Characters will be referred to by letters until I come up with names. And yeah, I know it's not very good. This is a rough, rough draft.
The last remaining hours of daylight revealed a seemingly endless sea of corn. With the sun set, there was still corn. Miles of nothing but corn. Kansas, what a boring place. A couldn't imagine why anyone would want to live here.
The car maintained the speed it had been for the past few hours.
"I haven't seen any cars in awhile," C said.
"Yeah, it's pretty much nothing but corn everywhere," A said, his eyes not leaving the road.
It was the first time they had talked in what seemed like forever. The radio had been the only other sound. C was gazing out the window, not looking at anything particular.
"Pull over!" she said with sudden excitement, slapping his arm.
"What? What is it?" he asked, concerned, as he pulled to the side of the highway and began to slow down.
Before the car had come to a full stop, C flung the door open and dashed off into the corn field, giggling.
"Oh, what the hell?" A asked himself, getting out of the car.
Her voice called out from the dark corn field, "Over here, and hurry!"
A shook his head and followed the sounds of her giggling glee. While she was still ahead of him some distance, the joyous sounds suddenly stopped.
"C! Where'd you go?" he called out, walking deeper into the field. Even at six feet even, he felt short compared to these stalks. There was a rustling ahead of him a little ways. He paused and tried to listen for more.
Fat, short fingers came over his eyes. C's laughter gave it away. "Boo!"
A clawed at the fingers and turned around. She was wearing that devilish grin B used so often. Seeing it flooded A with nostalgia and a life he knew was left behind and past him. It must have showed on his face because that grin faded quickly from C's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He tried his best to give her a soothing smile. It didn't work.
With the same pouty face her sister used on him so much, she mumbled, "It's her, isn't it?" A was silent and she took it as confirmation. "Am I that terrible? Can you not see me for me? Will you always think of her when you see me? Is it really too much to ask you to forget about what happened between you too? Or at the very least, pretend you've forgot?" Exasperated and with tears in her eyes, she turned back towards the highway.
A knew this was it. If he didn't do something now, he'd spend the rest of his life regretting this moment. She had played her hand and now it was his turn. He grabbed her hand and tugged her close, stared deeply into those gray eyes and kissed her with a fervency that startled him. At first, she resisted, but she caved in to it. After what seemed like forever, he pulled her back, looked at the way the stars of the night sky reflected in her eyes and whispered those three little words. "I love you."
Time seemed to stand still. C was shocked, but that faded fast and a look of ecstasy sprang up across her face. "It's about time," she whispered in a barely audible voice.
They stood together for a few more minutes, seemingly forgetting that they were in a corn field in the middle of Nowheresville, Kansas.
"We better get going," A eventually muttered. "We've still got a ways to go before we make it to Wichita."
Hand in hand, they walked back. The rest of their drive that night was in total silence. After that initial blinding rush of emotions, A's head was flooded with thoughts. He looked over at her and noticed that she had her head leaning on the window, apparently asleep. What's going to happen next? How will B handle this? Could the two of them really make it work? Why did it feel so wrong to have these feelings for his ex's younger sister? A didn't have any answers for these questions that were running in his head. The only thing he knew for certain was that the next step wasn't going to be easy, no matter what it was.
