Storming The Castle

Aaron and Holly sat bundled up on the front porch of his house.  There was snow everywhere, and it was ridiculously cold, but they were out there making a statement.

That statement might have been that neither of them was thinking clearly, but that was neither here, nor there.  All that mattered was that they were together for their Sunday morning ritual.

“Thanks for letting us meet here this morning,” Holly said as she sipped her coffee.  “I would have been very disappointed if we’d had to do this by video chat two weeks in a row.”

Aaron smiled.  “It’s as if Mother Nature is intent on keeping us apart.”

He took a long swig of his Snapple, and then put his feet up on the porch railing.short story, humor, Modern Philosopher“I saw the photos you posted yesterday of the mountain of snow piled at the end of your driveway,” she stated.  “Bet you have some wild theories about why the city snow plow guy continues to try to make your life a living hell.  Only in this case, hell is covered in snow and ice.”

Aaron gave a polite chuckle, but it was apparent his mind was someplace else.  Holly could sense that, hence her lobbing that softball about the snow plow driver at him.  That should have let to an instant angry rant, but it did not.

She did not like this.

“Before I go on a wild rant about how I feel like I’m trapped for all eternity on Hoth, I need to address the Tauntaun in the room.”

Holly raised an eyebrow.  “So many Empire Strikes Back references can’t be good…”

Aaron smiled.  “It’s awesome that you get that, which makes it even more important that we have this conversation.  We need to talk about the kiss, and by talk about it, I mean we need to pretend that it never happened.”

Holly opened her mouth to say something, but Aaron kept plowing forward.

“I don’t want to know if it meant anything, or if it was done strictly for shock value.  As far as I’m concerned, it has been edited out of the story line.  I’m not trying to avoid discussing its ramifications or run away from anything.  I don’t care what anyone else might think because all I’m worried about right now is self-preservation.”

He paused to take a drink of his Snapple, so Holly rushed to get in a comment.

“I didn’t think you were ignoring it or avoiding anything…”

“Or relationship is the most important one in my life,” he admitted.  “Knowing that you are there for me  keeps me grounded.  It’s why I haven’t become some wild haired hermit who never leaves the house, collects his urine in old Snapple jars, and screams at the neighborhood kids from behind thick, dirty curtains to get the hell off his lawn.”

Holly smiled, but remained silent.

“My walls are up for a reason.  I built them by choice, not because I felt compelled to do so because of the actions of anyone else.  They might appear to be there to keep people out, but I believe they are actually there to keep me from wandering outside of my comfort zone.  I’m one of those people who wanders and immediately gets lost and falls into the worst case scenario of what could happen.”

“You are my comfort zone, Holly,” he told her.  “Our friendship is my safe place.  If anything were ever to happen to it, I’d be lost with absolutely zero chance of being found.  So I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize what we have.  Even if that means ignoring certain feelings and not exploring where particular actions might lead.  For now at least, I need to keep those walls up.  I hope that doesn’t change your feelings about being my best friend.”

flash fiction, relationships, Modern PhilosopherHolly shook her head.  “If I was going to ditch you as a best friend, that would have happened years ago.  If you haven’t scared me away by now, you never will.”

Aaron smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

“I really didn’t want to have that conversation, but there have been these voices in my head pestering me to say something,” he confessed.

“You really need to stop listening to those voices,” she advised.  “The only person you need to listen to is me, and you’re not very good at that.”

She laughed.

“Note taken and ignored,” he replied with a sly grin.

“Now that you’ve gotten that off your chest, can you share your theories about why the city plow guy is determined to destroy you?” Holly asked as she flashed a beautiful smile that always ensured she got her way.

Not that she needed any tricks with Aaron.

“I hope you brought another coffee, because this rant is going to be long and contain many tangents.”

Holly giggled and settled in to enjoy the show.

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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7 Responses to Storming The Castle

  1. kristianw84 says:

    This was a wonderful surprise this morning! It’s not often I get to start my Sunday with Aaron and Holly! Don’t worry, I won’t get used to it. I’m well aware Sunday mornings are for sleeping in. 🙂

    “You’re my comfort zone, Holly.” 🥺😍 So many heart squeezes!

    I noticed he eluded to the fact that there might be certain feelings he’s ignoring but he is not ready to address them. I admire Aaron’s courage.

    • Austin says:

      I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d write my blog post early. I knew Aaron wanted to get this off to chest, so I figured the sooner the better…

  2. markbialczak says:

    I am so glad Aaron left that door open! What a fantastic front-porch move during Maine’s winter assault. Great Sunday morning treat, Austin.

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