Not Your Typical Country Girl Chapter Twelve
Harmony's POV
The next morning I was still exhausted from everything that happened last night. I got up to stretch my sore muscles. I knew that I was going to be sore when Midnight Moon threw me off. I looked down at my legs which were cut up from those thorns that Midnight Moon just had to go through. I looked over at the clock and it said it was eight in the morning. Man, I had slept in a little late. But, not to late or Abigail or someone else would have woken me up before now.
I threw on some jeans since my legs were scratched up. There was no need for Abigail and Bryce to know that Midnight Moon belong to some weird person! I quickly brushed my hair and braided it to the side. It was not very easy to tame my hair this morning.
I walked in the kitchen and no one was in there. I searched the cabinets till I found a bowl, spoon, a glass, and some cereal. I was starving; I don't really remember eating dinner last night. I guess I was to busy in my drawing world to eat anything. Speaking of my drawing book, what had happened to that thing? Did I leave it on the back of Clay's truck? Did those girls find it?! I started panicking as I could not remember what happened to it.
I ran outside to the back porch to see if it had been out there. Of course it wasn't there! So I ran around the house and to the front porch. I could not find it at all. This could be the worst thing I have ever done.
I went back to the kitchen and fixed me a bowl of cereal while I mentally retraced my steps.
"Looking for this," Tucker asked as he came in through the back door.
"Yes," I exclaimed with a mouth full of cereal, "where was it?!"
"It was in my truck," he replied laughing, "where you left it when you jumped out because your crazy horse was flipping out!"
"Oh, that's right," I said, "I remember now! Thank you, Tucker!"
"You're welcome; by the way you are really talented," he said, "your artwork is amazingly good!"
"Oh whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes, "it is not a talent!"
"You have a God given talent," he said.
I just sat there eating my cereal. These people and that God of theirs. I could not wrap my mind around it.
"I see you are wearing jeans today," he said snickering.
"You are too," I said as I looked at his jeans.
"Yeah, but I always were jeans," Tucker said in his southern accent, "I have a question about one of your drawings!"
"Sure ya do! Uh oh, which one," I asked a little scared.
These drawings are my feeling and I don't like for anyone to be stickin' there business in my feelins'.
"This one," he said as he flipped through pages, "why is she sittin' alone crying?!"
"She ain't cryin'," I said as I turned my back to him to wash my dishes.
"Are ya sure, Harmony," Tucker asked as he sat on the counter top where I was washing my dishes.
"You put too much thought into my drawings," I stated as I didn't make eye contact with him.
"Am I, Harmony," he asked.
"Yes, yes you are! Besides, you should not go pryin' in my business," I said as I finally looked at him.
"You're the one who gave me permission," he shrugged.
"I know I did," I said, "but, you Tucker, just don't need to know. Nobody needs to know!"
"Know what," he asked curiously, "why does nobody need to know?"
"Tucker, just let it go," I said softly.
I was too embarrassed to tell him what the picture really meant. Who cares about these stupid drawing? There are not special. Just something I picked up to keep me company but no one needed to know that too.
"But I want to know," he exclaimed as he was getting frustrated with me.
"You don't need to know! Alright, no one needs to know," I said, "this is my personal stuff; alright?!"
"Can you not tell anyone anything? Are you scared to have friend who knows your feelins'," Tucker asked.
"I am not answerin' you," I said as my southern accent slipped.
"Harmony, what are you so scared of," Tucker asked, "what's wrong with me wantin' to be your friend?!"
"It is just personal," I said as I walked out of the kitchen. I searched for the stairs so I could go to my room. But I could not find them anywhere.
"This stupid house is way too big," I exclaimed.
"Harmony," he said, "why is the girl crying?!"
"Because, she just is," I stated as I spun around to face him, "that is just how I drew her!"
"Is it you? She is sitting under a tree and there is Clay and I's trucks in this picture," he said.
"Fine Tucker, I will tell you so you will leave me alone," I said as I blinked tears away, "it is me! I don't fit in this country town! I am as sheltered as it gets. I don't have friends! I have never had a friend before. Okay, there you have it."
I turned around and jogged up the steps.
"Harmony, wait, please," Tucker's voice said as the bottom of the step.
I went to my room and locked the door. I laid on my bed and started crying.
I was miserable in this town. I was right, I did not fit in this town or with this family. At least my name did! Was I going to change just so everyone could like me and be my fake friend? Did I need to wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat just so people in this small town could accept me? If I stuck to my combat boots and black clothes, I could be alone forever with no friends except for Midnight Moon. Who is not really mine at all!
"Harmony," a voice asked as they knocked on the door, "are you okay?"
I think it was Tucker but with these southern accents, everyone almost sounded the same to me.
I silently crept off my bed and laid on the floor. I looked under the door and saw Tucker's boots.
"I told you what you wanted to know," I said as I dried my tears up.
"Harmony, I just want to be your friend," he said, "and I cannot really do that if you are on the other side of this door!"
"A friend," I mumbled to myself.
I unlocked the door and he came in my room. Tucker wrapped his arms around me. So I hugged him back and broke down crying.
Harmony's POV
The next morning I was still exhausted from everything that happened last night. I got up to stretch my sore muscles. I knew that I was going to be sore when Midnight Moon threw me off. I looked down at my legs which were cut up from those thorns that Midnight Moon just had to go through. I looked over at the clock and it said it was eight in the morning. Man, I had slept in a little late. But, not to late or Abigail or someone else would have woken me up before now.
I threw on some jeans since my legs were scratched up. There was no need for Abigail and Bryce to know that Midnight Moon belong to some weird person! I quickly brushed my hair and braided it to the side. It was not very easy to tame my hair this morning.
I walked in the kitchen and no one was in there. I searched the cabinets till I found a bowl, spoon, a glass, and some cereal. I was starving; I don't really remember eating dinner last night. I guess I was to busy in my drawing world to eat anything. Speaking of my drawing book, what had happened to that thing? Did I leave it on the back of Clay's truck? Did those girls find it?! I started panicking as I could not remember what happened to it.
I ran outside to the back porch to see if it had been out there. Of course it wasn't there! So I ran around the house and to the front porch. I could not find it at all. This could be the worst thing I have ever done.
I went back to the kitchen and fixed me a bowl of cereal while I mentally retraced my steps.
"Looking for this," Tucker asked as he came in through the back door.
"Yes," I exclaimed with a mouth full of cereal, "where was it?!"
"It was in my truck," he replied laughing, "where you left it when you jumped out because your crazy horse was flipping out!"
"Oh, that's right," I said, "I remember now! Thank you, Tucker!"
"You're welcome; by the way you are really talented," he said, "your artwork is amazingly good!"
"Oh whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes, "it is not a talent!"
"You have a God given talent," he said.
I just sat there eating my cereal. These people and that God of theirs. I could not wrap my mind around it.
"I see you are wearing jeans today," he said snickering.
"You are too," I said as I looked at his jeans.
"Yeah, but I always were jeans," Tucker said in his southern accent, "I have a question about one of your drawings!"
"Sure ya do! Uh oh, which one," I asked a little scared.
These drawings are my feeling and I don't like for anyone to be stickin' there business in my feelins'.
"This one," he said as he flipped through pages, "why is she sittin' alone crying?!"
"She ain't cryin'," I said as I turned my back to him to wash my dishes.
"Are ya sure, Harmony," Tucker asked as he sat on the counter top where I was washing my dishes.
"You put too much thought into my drawings," I stated as I didn't make eye contact with him.
"Am I, Harmony," he asked.
"Yes, yes you are! Besides, you should not go pryin' in my business," I said as I finally looked at him.
"You're the one who gave me permission," he shrugged.
"I know I did," I said, "but, you Tucker, just don't need to know. Nobody needs to know!"
"Know what," he asked curiously, "why does nobody need to know?"
"Tucker, just let it go," I said softly.
I was too embarrassed to tell him what the picture really meant. Who cares about these stupid drawing? There are not special. Just something I picked up to keep me company but no one needed to know that too.
"But I want to know," he exclaimed as he was getting frustrated with me.
"You don't need to know! Alright, no one needs to know," I said, "this is my personal stuff; alright?!"
"Can you not tell anyone anything? Are you scared to have friend who knows your feelins'," Tucker asked.
"I am not answerin' you," I said as my southern accent slipped.
"Harmony, what are you so scared of," Tucker asked, "what's wrong with me wantin' to be your friend?!"
"It is just personal," I said as I walked out of the kitchen. I searched for the stairs so I could go to my room. But I could not find them anywhere.
"This stupid house is way too big," I exclaimed.
"Harmony," he said, "why is the girl crying?!"
"Because, she just is," I stated as I spun around to face him, "that is just how I drew her!"
"Is it you? She is sitting under a tree and there is Clay and I's trucks in this picture," he said.
"Fine Tucker, I will tell you so you will leave me alone," I said as I blinked tears away, "it is me! I don't fit in this country town! I am as sheltered as it gets. I don't have friends! I have never had a friend before. Okay, there you have it."
I turned around and jogged up the steps.
"Harmony, wait, please," Tucker's voice said as the bottom of the step.
I went to my room and locked the door. I laid on my bed and started crying.
I was miserable in this town. I was right, I did not fit in this town or with this family. At least my name did! Was I going to change just so everyone could like me and be my fake friend? Did I need to wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat just so people in this small town could accept me? If I stuck to my combat boots and black clothes, I could be alone forever with no friends except for Midnight Moon. Who is not really mine at all!
"Harmony," a voice asked as they knocked on the door, "are you okay?"
I think it was Tucker but with these southern accents, everyone almost sounded the same to me.
I silently crept off my bed and laid on the floor. I looked under the door and saw Tucker's boots.
"I told you what you wanted to know," I said as I dried my tears up.
"Harmony, I just want to be your friend," he said, "and I cannot really do that if you are on the other side of this door!"
"A friend," I mumbled to myself.
I unlocked the door and he came in my room. Tucker wrapped his arms around me. So I hugged him back and broke down crying.