𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 stop talking. Even when James said they were playing the quiet game, she would never stop. James was going crazy because of it. It was like her mind was a train that never stopped moving, and she said whatever she thought.

"Hey, James?" Cecelia asked for probably the millionth time. James closed his eyes for just a moment, trying to make his head feel the slightest bit better.

"We're playing the quiet game, remember?" The ache in James's head from her nonstop talking just kept getting worse and worse. He felt like it could explode at any given moment.

Cecelia let out a whine as she rested back into her seat, wanting him to listen to her.
"But it's serious." Cecelia further told him, her eyes wide and pleading for him to give her the conversation she needed. James nodded his head, knowing that it was another dumb question.

"I'm sure it is." He sarcastically said and Cecelia pouted as she looked at the road. Cecelia turned up the radio, making James surprised to not hear a string of curses. "Are you buckled?" He questioned, Cecelia nodded her head. She didn't like seatbelts, she thought they were itchy and annoying, and very stupid. She brought her knees to her chest and put her head on her knees.

She decided she would just ask the question finally. She didn't care if James would get annoyed or not. "Are we going to get a house?" Cecelia asked him curiously. James shrugged his shoulders as he got onto the highway.

"We'll see, doll. We're taking baby steps." James told her, like he usually would, as she looked out the window.

James knew that he couldn't make promises. That he would never be able to do that because he couldn't keep his word on them. Anything they did anymore was risky and unpredictable. He didn't know what would happen, or how it would happen.

That's why he never gave a definite answer. It was always We'll see, baby steps, or stuff that never gave a for sure answer. He didn't want to make empty promises or empty statements because it wouldn't end well. Nothing ever would in their situation...

"How's your head?" He asked and Cecelia shrugged her shoulders.

"It's alright." Cecelia replied, her stitches weren't ripped, and she didn't have a headache or anything. So she assumed she was just fine.

James only nodded his head, not wanting to further the conversation with her because he wanted silence. The radio was fine, he could listen to that. But non Cecelia's nonstop questions and constant talking.

He was fine with her talking, and he understood why she did it so much. But he needed silence, a little bit of relief so he could think and drive.

They were getting out of North Caroline and getting into South Carolina. James didn't know if it was the best plan, but, they needed somewhere to rest for a few days. So, that meant being there for a little while until he figured out what to do next.

Cecelia sighed, looking out the window. In North Carolina, there were a few beaches. James never really let her go on them because of the people there, but, she'd found them to be fascinating. She liked the waves, and now the sand looked. She liked how the sun reflected in the ocean water and how the waves were always crashing in. It seemed nice there.

She also found out that people had houses on the beach, and she'd made up her mind that she wanted a beach house one day.

"I wish we could get a big house on the beach." Cecelia told James, who silently listened to her. He nodded his head as she explained it to him. "And it could be light blue, and it can have a white roof." She explained, thinking of a house that she once saw on one of those beaches. "And we could go to the beach, every single day." Cecelia told him, a small smile growing onto her face.

The thought of it excited her, being able to be at the beach, her new favorite spot with her new favorite person. Going into the water and being in the waves. Playing in the sand and everything. It excited her to a point where she was practically bouncing up and down in her seat with a big smile on her face.

"Every day?" He questioned in a joking manner Cecelia nodded her head.

When Cecelia was excited like this, it often made James forget that he had a headache, and that he needed quiet. When he heard about her dreams and aspirations it also upset him, because he knew that he couldn't give her that life that she wanted...

"Every single day and we're going to listen to the radio." Cecelia told him, not knowing the James listened to the radio to hear if anyone was saying stuff about them, not from the music. But, he often said that he enjoyed the music just for her so she wouldn't worry. Even though in reality he didn't like the music nowadays very much.

"I'm gonna make friends, but you're gonna be my best friend, so don't worry." James counted how many of those things wouldn't happen in his head. So far, the only thing that was gonna happen was listening to the radio. But, he didn't wanna brush her bubble, not when she was smiling like this. "I'm gonna go to school, and I'm going to read and write." That's all she wanted. She wanted a stable life. A life that James was never going to be able to give her. One that would only exist in her dreams.

"I like that plan, doll." He told her, not furthering to say anything else.

James sighed, he gripped the wheel a bit tighter as he drove. He glanced at her for just a moment before sighing. "Why don't you write this all down, yeah?" That was a good way for her to get all of her thoughts down. Writing it.

He was trying to think of ways. He told her to make a list in her head. That didn't work. He told her to think about it and tell him before bed, that also didn't work. Cecelia couldn't wait to tell him these things.

So, he got the idea. He taught her how to spell a couple things, how to read and write a bit. Maybe she could write it down. Make her writing skills better, spelling skills better, and get her thoughts out of her brain that went a million miles per hour.

Yeah...

Good plan.

"Why don't I just say it to you?" She questioned, sitting crisscrossed. James sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

"I've got a headache." He stated blankly, which was him practically just asking for Cecelia to mock and make fun of him.

She mocked him, making him send a glare her way. "Just write it down. Say dear diary-" Cecelia cut him off, thinking that sounded stupid.

"Why the fuck would I say Dear Diary?" James let out a sigh before correcting himself.

"Then since you wanna tell me those things, say Dear James." Cecelia's eyebrows furrowed together as she turned toward him as much as her seatbelt would let her. James's eyes stayed on the road, but he sensed that she was looking over at him.

"But why do I gotta say that?" She asked. "Like what does Dear mean? Like the animal?" James laughed at her question, shaking his head no.

"It's who you address it to. So when you write, you address it to someone. Think of this as writing to me." She slumped back in her seat.

"Why would I write to you when I could just talk to you." James grip on the wheel tightened. He sped up a little bit on the highway, slightly annoyed at her persistence.

"Because, I have a headache, and I need a break to drive." She scowled at him, grabbing the notebook he'd given her as well as the pen.

"You always have a headache." She murmured beneath her breath. James glanced at her for a moment before whispering something.

"I wonder why."

Deer James

James is being a ashole he told me i can not ask any more kwestions becuz he has a hedac im also mad becuz he got me a book but i cant reed so it was useles but we didnt by it so it is ok we stole it from the stor

James and me r on a rodetrip to sowth carolina we escaped from hydra a few days ago after saving captin america from the water i also fell in the water and i got wet then we went to the store and took stuff becuz we r on the run

i wonder if sowth carolina has a beech Bucky told me abot 1 a long tim ago he sad ther was dig big waves i had to scribble out dig becuz i spelt it with the b backword i dont no how peepl can rite becuz i think it is hard

i think that James is reely a good person and he is just trying to help both of us to sumtimes he is just a litl srikt but i no why he is strikt becuz he is just trying to protect both of us

i luv Jams James but he doesnt no that but now i think i want to pis him of for fun

frum

Cecelia