32. Violet
Chapter 32
Violet
“It’s been an insane four weeks.”
“You’re telling me! I’m so tired.” Olive shoves a handful of snacks into her mouth.
A girls’ night has been long overdue. A movie night is infinitely better. We’re watching White Chicks and lounging on my couch eating snacks. Loads of snacks. Funyuns, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate bunnies (since The Valley Harvest is selling them already in preparation for Easter), Cheetos, Doritos. Every unhealthy snack is on the table. I have no regrets. Tomorrow I might, but not tonight. “You could call this a girl dinner.”
“What’s a girl dinner?” I say in between bites of a chocolate bunny.
“Only a dinner made up of a bunch of random things that have no rhyme or reason to go together. Just a bunch of snacks that make a meal.”
“So what’s a boy dinner?”
“No clue, probably something boring.” We both shake with laughter.
I could have snacks every night instead of a regular meal. Snacks are the key to my heart and now I guess a girl dinner is too. “Do you ever feel bad for biting their little chocolate bunny heads off? I kind of feel guilty when eating them.”
“No.” Olive takes one massive bite into the bunny’s head, crunching on it with no care in the world. She holds up her headless chocolate bunny in the air like a trophy.
“I’m appalled. I feel threatened by your aggressive behavior towards the poor little bunnies.” I slide all of the bunnies back into their container and beeline it to the kitchen.
“No! Wait! Don’t leave with them! I need more chocolate,” Olive yells. I book it, running as fast as I can. She jumps, flying through the air and tackles me John Cena style. I hit the ground with a thud. She pins me to the carpet in her crushing grip. I flail underneath her grasp trying to get free with no avail. “Olive Watson, the winner of today's match!” She takes the chocolate out of my hands, opens the container and bites the head off another bunny.
“You monster!” I yell.
Yes, this is what I meant about not wanting to be on her bad side. I should have never tried to hide the bunnies.
“We’re missing the best part of the movie!” She rushes back over to the couch holding her container of bunnies.
“We’ve watched it a thousand times.” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Your point.”
“Point is if we miss a few minutes, I’m sure we can piece back what we missed from our memory, or you could just rewind it.”
Olive rewinds the movie so that we can have the full experience. We spend the next hour devouring snacks until we both are in a food coma.
“How are you and Dustin?” Olive breaks the silence.
“I’m really happy with him, but I’m so afraid he will run for the hills when he knows the truth,” I admit freely. Knowing she will have advice for me.
“You’re kidding right?”
“No?”
“That drunk driver hitting your parents’ car wasn’t your fault. You know it, I know it, Darcy knows it. He won’t leave you for something that you had nothing to do with. Trust me.”
“I do.” I know I’ve harped on this before, but she’s right. I need to learn to stop blaming myself for something that wasn’t my fault. I can’t help but feel like he might look at me differently, though.
“Good, then don’t worry about it, and tell him when the time feels right.”
“I really like him. It might even be more than like. Is it too soon for that? We’ve only known each other for over a month.”
“When you find the one there’s no time limit constraining you on how fast or slow you fall. It just happens without you even realizing it.”
“When did you become so wise?”
“After dealing with Chad for too long, I’ve learned a few things about Mr. not right.”