Planted Seedling: Day 2

Word Count: 12,019

Summary of Events:

Lark and her friend Haylee discussed Brandt and how Lark wasn't interested in him. Brandt and Brandon went into the selection for the baseball game and Brandon got picked, but Brandt didn't so he went to the candy booth and ended up talking with Haylee a bit — as well as getting Lark's number from her. Lark was making popsicles the next day and received a text from him, which she ignored, before getting texted by Haylee, with their discussion escalating into a phone conversation . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

""How are you supposed to care for anyone if you don't know them?" Haylee asked. "I know you're a deferential person, but I know you can dig your heels in and take charge too."

"So I'm supposed to just walk all over the poor guy?" Lark argued. "Do you realise how über feministic that sounds?"

"No," Haylee said. "Good grief Lark, if it's not one extreme it's the next with you!"

"Well then what do you mean?" Lark asked, feeling tears of frustration battering at the doors of her tear ducts.

"I mean that no, you shouldn't go forcing him to change for you like a dictator, but, also, you shouldn't exactly let him get away with it either," Haylee replied. "You can be such a good, caring person with kids, you have a perfect motherly personality — which is funny, being as you're the youngest in your family — use that. Care for him, and be nice to him, but don't let him get away with things that upset you. If he really likes you he'll respond."

"What if I don't really like him, though?" Lark asked, a little more quiet.

"Well, do you?" Haylee asked.

"No, I don't really like him," Lark replied.

"Why not?" Haylee asked. "He's cute."

"Don't judge a book by its cover," Lark replied.

"But that's how books are sold," Haylee said.

"Look, Haylee, I just feel like I should be more careful," Lark said. "I mean, he's a Remington."

"They're rich, so what?" Haylee asked. "He's down-to-earth."

"But still, not that many people really like the Remingtons around here, being as they always have the biggest and the best and they overload their trucks and go flying at mach one and all that stuff," Lark said. "Do I really want to be associated with those sorts of people? Goodness knows he's probably just as obsessed with money as his dad is."

"Aren't his grandparents listed as people who donated to something to do with the church?" Haylee asked. "And aren't there some Remingtons in the cemetery?"

"I think so, on both counts," Lark replied. "But the thing is, regardless of how good and Godly his family members might've been, his dad's already fallen from that example, and he probably has too."

"I'll admit he doesn't go to church, but he told me that he's not antichurch," Haylee said. "If he can be convinced church is worth going to he'll go. That's pretty much exactly what he told me."

"Then why don't you work with him?" Lark asked. "It's not like you have a boyfriend, and yet you're trying to marry me off."

"I'm still keeping up with Chandler," Haylee said. "In fact, he's planning on coming out for a visit on the August Long Weekend, because he's working at camp right now.""