22 July 2012
Me and the girls were swinging when Paul got up and laid on the grass.
"Hey!" I called out. "What are you doing?"
"Relaxing," he called back, closing his eyes.
I jumped off my swing and went over to him, laying down next to him.
Disgusted, he shuffled away from me, and I chuckled, expecting him to do that.
But I didn't care, because the warm sun was shining, a gentle breeze blowing, so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
And then felt tickling on my legs.
I shot up, where Paul was busy dropping grass on my legs.
"Um...what are you doing?" I asked, watching him.
"I'm gonna bury you in grass," he said. "It's gonna be fun. Carrie! Kristen! Come help!"
"Ummmm," I tried to get up, but he gave me a pleading look.
"Please?" he asked.
And I couldn't say no to him. I can never say no to my best friend.
So I lay down, letting a soft rain of grass settle over me.
They'd gotten my whole legs covered in about fifteen minutes.
"It tickles," I complained, as Paul began gently putting grass over my chest and arms.
"Deal with it," he grinned at me. I stuck out my tongue.
"Can we bury your head, too?" he asked after my arms and torso were completely covered.
"No!" I cried, and he put on his pleading look.
This time, though, I would not be fazed.
The Grass Girl (P2) • Opuss № I