Zoie (if_i_believe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-18 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-22, harper, zoie |
When your eyes grow wide
Who: Harper and Zoie
Where: Sherry's Bakery
When: Around two
Zoie had promised her sister that she was not going to go out and do anything that would be too stressful. By her own personal definition. Which, as she had learned when she was maybe seven, was very different from Nora's. Nora's was more like their mother's in which Zoie was stressing herself too much when she got excited about anything and her heart fluttered just one beat too many. Zoie's definition was more when she could not stay standing or breathing got home or her hands shook so bad she could not get them to stop; that was too much. And that was what she had promised to avoid. Though she would give herself leniency because it was Harper she was going to see first and that particular friend had always been just a little excitable when they were kids. Letters and phonecalls and emails had reassured her that even though they had grown up, Harper was still that same excitable person she had always been. Which was good! Zoie would have hated to find her friend had changed too much. Scarlet Oak had changed enough in the time she had been gone. Some of the businesses were the same, but the trees had gotten bigger and other little things had changed that she could not help but notice as she followed the directions she had scribbled down to the bakery that she had been to more times than she could count when she was a child.
And even though she had been there countless times and she knew who was inside, the blonde still paused when she reached the door, rocking back on her heels with her hands resting in her back pockets. Harper was inside. She could see what she assumed to be her hair poking up over there in that corner. But was she going to be happy to see her? It was one thing to talk or text or email or write and another thing to suddenly be presented with a grown up version of the strange, sick little girl you had gone to elementary school with. Who grew up into a strange, sick woman. Nora would have told her to shush, that she was being ridiculous, but Nora was always on her side for these things. That was sort of one of the things that sisters were good for.
Open the door and go inside. Hands out of the pockets. Her fingers closed around the handle and after taking a deep breath, Zoie stepped in. The scents of a bakery wafted over her and almost instantly made her feel better. "Hello?" she called, voice a little higher than normal because of her nerves. She had thought that she had seen Harper, but suddenly she was not so sure. "Harper? Are you here?"