Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Hannah was confused. Hannah was really, really confused, and she'd told him once that his being around just made everything more confusing. When it had been just her here, then she'd been able to be Hannah and just Hannah, and even when the others came it was still okay, and she could still be Hannah, but he made it hard and hard and harder. And it was like she was back there, way, way back there, where she'd been Amy for years and hadn't known she wasn't Amy at all.
She watched as he lit the cigarette, and she inhaled, and he moved. She knew the crossed arms were protective, defensive, something combining the two, and she pressed her palms to the end of the counter and leaned forward until she could see his face better. A cascade of damp-dark hair tumbled over her shoulder, and she leaned against his shoulder with her own when he glanced over at her. "I remember," and she didn't correct him. She just shook her head and laughed a little. "I was 13, and I thought he was really, really romantic. He played the guitar, and he recited poems all the time. Remember?" She did. It was like a lifetime ago, but she did remember. "I remember driving you really crazy by writing in my diary while you were trying to sleep," and she did remember. She remembered the blanket over her head and scribble, scribble, scribble.