Rumspring Girl

Rumspring Girl

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

John doesn't want any part of the bigger world. He's seen it and knows the terrible things that come when you leave the simple life. Leaving his narrow, safe world to keep his sister safe, he finds a girl that might just be worth the risk.

Summary

John doesn't want any part of the bigger world. He's seen it and knows the terrible things that come when you leave the simple life. Leaving his narrow, safe world to keep his sister safe, he finds a girl that might just be worth the risk.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Rumspring Girl

Author Chapter Note

One year, one girl, one life changed.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 12, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 12, 2015

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"You want to be like that girl? Wearing a dress so short that everyone can see your blue underwear when the wind blows?" John teased his sister, unaware of how his voice carried, or that the girl he had decided to point out for an example had moved from the pastries at the end of the cart to the counter. 

"Actually, those are my shorts. My pink panties are just too cute to share with the world," Audrey answered. 

John swallowed and he couldn't help, but to stare surprised into her hazel green eyes, before looking down in shame. Speaking ill of someone was a terrible thing. One should especially not speak so disparagingly about someone behind their back.

His sister, by association, was shamed and looked down at wooden floor boards of the cart.

"So I'd really like to stay through this awkwardness, but my quite hypoglycemic friend just confessed to skipping breakfast so," Audrey left the five on the table and swiftly turned and strode off. She did not really care about change right now. She had seen what it was like when Claire did not eat and Audrey was suprised that Claire had not passed out yet.

She found Claire engaged in enthusiastic conversation with a woman who handcrafted her own jewlry. In two seconds, she went from examining a purple bracelet to staring at the treat in Audrey's hands, eyes growing twice their size. "Is that a giant cinnamon bun?" Clair gasped. She grabbed it and took a big, delicious bite. "Mmm. Want some?" 

Audrey shook her head. "Too much sugar."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Riley," Claire said to the jewler. "I've got cinnamon sugar all over my hands. I'll have to come back for your jewlery."

Mrs. Riley's lips were in a stern line. "You need to take better care of your blood sugar levels, young lady. You know this."

Sheepishly, Claire agreed, "Yes, ma'am." 

As they walked through the other arts and crafts presented by local artists, Claire said, "Isn't it weird that the Amish sell such sugary foods."

"Good for you though," Audrey answered as her eyes glanced at the glass products Mr. Peterson made himself. Pretty. 

"Aren't they like, not supposed to have fun or comfort though?" Claire said. 

"I don't think that's necessarily it. Besides, if you lacked modern comforts, wouldn't you make the most sugary and buttery foods?" Audrey pointed out.

"As much as my mom lets me," Claire said and Audrey bit back her laugh. Claire's mom had such a rigid diet plan, worried about her daughters health condition. If only Claire held herself to the same standard, then Audrey wouldn't do so much scrambling to get her a snack before something terrible happened. 

A tap on Audrey's shoulder made her turn around. She turned, surprised to see John behind her. "Your change," he said, holding it out to her. 

"Thank you," Audrey said, staring up at his eyes. 

"I'm sorry," John said. "About those things I said. They don't apply to you, I just went about a stupid way of trying to get a point across to my sister."

"It's okay," Audrey answered. "But thank you for saying that."

They stared at each other for a second, Claire wondering if she could poke at tension, but it broke with awkward goodbyes. 

"Okay, um," Audrey made a gesture that she wasn't sure was a half-salute or a half-wave and John simply nodded. Claire snaked her arm around Audrey's hand said, "And I thought this cinnabun was tasty."

Audrey laughed at the absurdity of her statement. He was Amish! They were lucky if he had all of his teeth. 

"I'm serious," Claire insisted. "Take away his overalls, put in some nice jeans, or don't. It would be a pretty tough to decide if I wanted a lick of that or this cinnamon bun." 

"I think that would put you into diabetic shock," Audrey replied when she was finally done laughing at Claire's antic. 

Though his stern upbringing made him freeze in shock as he attempted to walk away. Beside himself, he ended up giving a small chuckle and making his way back.


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