can choose to leave it a mess or we can choose to wipe the mess away and begin with a fresh start.”
He remains quiet as he absorbs my response. “You know?” He finally speaks up. “For ten minutes, only ten minutes, I would love to climb inside your head and see how that little brain of yours works.”
“Little?”
He chuckles. “Well yeah, I’m much bigger than you are, and my head is too, so yeah. You have a little brain.” I smack his chest. “Not in knowledge, Jenna, in size.” He says rubbing his newly sore area. “Geez that hurt.”
I reach over and rub his chest. “Awe, I’m sorry Drew. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I guess I should have smacked that big head of yours instead.” I laugh.
“Okay, okay. I take it back. You don’t have a little brain.” He becomes more serious. “But in all honesty, I have no idea how you keep all that intellect inside you.”
“Maybe it’s my upbringing.” I sigh. “Or lack thereof?” I ask as an answer before leaning onto his shoulder and resting my head while he continues to drive in silence.
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“Are you sure you have the right address?” I ask about an hour later. We’ve been driving up and down the same street for nearly thirty minutes trying to find the place. The ocean is just a few hundred feet away at the very least, but with the lush trees surrounding the ginormous houses, it’s nearly invisible to see from the street.
“It’s got to be here somewhere.” Drew says looking at his phone and the numbers on the street. “It’s on the right somewhere.” We begin to drive slower as we read the numbers from each property. “Look! There it is.” He pulls into the drive. Once we stop at the larger than life wrought iron gate, we look directly at each other in disbelief. “Is this shit real?”
“I’ve only ever seen this in movies or read about it in books Drew. I mean, there are places back home where the entire neighborhood is gated off.” I answer as my eyes travel over from one side of the gate to the other.
“Guess that’s true. I just never thought I would be on the other side of it though.” He says as he rolls the window down to push the button on the intercom.
A deep voice comes through the speaker. “Munson Residence.” Drew looks at me and shrugs.
“Guess this is the right place.” He leans and pushes the button again. “Um, yeah. Drew Johnson with Jenna Muns…” He gets cut off as the gate immediately opens.
“Welcome Miss Munson. Mr. Johnson, please pull all the way through.” The voice commands. “There will be a driver to retrieve your vehicle when you make it to the house.”
“Uh. Okay.” Drew’s voice doesn’t sound as confident as it usually does. The gate opens and as he drives past, the gate immediately closes on us. He takes the trail up the property cautiously. The grounds are impeccable. Gorgeous shades of green all throughout the property, with the most beautiful array of flowers throughout. The drive is lined with every color tulip imaginable. It reminds me of when I was growing up. The property dividing our house and the neighbors was set up the exact same. Mom would say each color gave a new reason to smile. Depending on our mood of course.
Once we make it up to the house, or mansion depending on who you ask, a young man in a white short sleeved button up shirt and black slacks walks over to us. He takes my door and opens it. “Miss Munson.” He says as he offers his hand to help me out. I take it nervously and exit my car. “Mr. Johnson.” He nods at Drew who has let himself out of the car and makes his way to my side. “The names David.”
“The keys are in the ignition, David.” Drew says as he guides me up the stairs and to the door with his hand at the small of my back. “Oh, and don’t mess with the hat in the back seat. It’s priceless.” He says winking down at me as I try to hold in my giggle.
“No worries sir, I will have your baggage placed in your rooms and will