The soft padding of the carpet muffled Cloveās footsteps, Beau wasnāt familiar with the steps of the dance she was doing but watched her move anyway, watched her hair swish and sway, watched the hem of her nightgown, and most importantly watched her face to see the joy and bliss grace her features and blend into her movements. With a sudden shift, Clove turned to the bed that Beau was lounging on and Clove looked down at her girlfriend and smiled that smile reserved for Beau and Beau alone before seeming to float over to the cassette player and put on their song. As the beat hit Cloveās ears she watched Beau sit up and place her head into her palm with a soft smile playing on her lips, as the song played Clove couldnāt help but think about the lyrics and the moments attached to them.
āShe aināt got no moneyā
When Clove met Beau it was her first night in town, Beau worked at the restaurant Clove and her father went to as they had no food at their new house yet and Clove left a hefty tip, mostly because Beau was absolutely adorable to her, and when Beau found the tip she rushed outside to thank Clove profusely for the money and promised that she would make it up to her with brunch the next day and Clove being a hopeless romantic agreed.
āHer clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and freeā
When Beau showed up at Cloveās house the next day, Cloveās father gave her a look that screamed āwhat are you doing?ā but Clove just smiled, took Beau by the hand, and walked towards Beauās beat up pick up that she stammered out really belonged to her older brother, Ace. When Clove thinks back to it, sheās pretty sure that that Brunch was what solidified their fate as a couple. Beauās hair seemed to be everywhere by the time they got to the restaurant and she looked absolutely adorable in Cloveās eyes, Beau turned red as she saw herself in the side mirrors on the truck and cursed the fact she left her window down, Clove helped her get her hair under control before they walked in.
āOh, but love grows where my rosemary goes
And nobody knows like meā
On the way back Beau was singing along with the song on the radio, Clove didnāt know the song, not yet at least, but that song would soon be her whole world.
āShe talks kinda lazyā
The way that Beau talked was so foreign to Clove, she realized as she lay on Beauās bed listening to her talk about her day, the way the words were constructed and flowed together, the words that didnāt exist back home, it was all different but Clove figured it was for the best.
āAnd people say sheās crazy
And her lifeās a mysteryā
After the summer was over, Clove and Beau had to go back to school. For Clove this was terrifying, she had been one of the popular girls back home and it had taken her years of catty behavior and borderline sabotage of her peers to get there but now she just didnāt have the energy for whatever friend group Beau had was hers too. It seems Life had other plans however, because as soon as she was seen next to Beau at lunch these two girls dove in and scurried her off to their table no matter her protests and suddenly she was back in the food chain of high school, right where she didnāt want to be. While talking to the girls at the table she learned a lot about how the town worked, not because they were telling the truth but because she referenced it with what Beau had already told her, and more on what they thought of Beau. They thought she was this backward girl who didnāt know how to act in public, mostly because her family was extremely reclusive but as someone who met and had dinner with the Walker family Clove couldnāt disagree more.
āOh, but love grows where my rosemary goes.
And nobody knows like meā
Sitting on Beauās bed and singing along to the song that Beau loved so much, Clove started to think.
āThere's something about her hand holding mine
Itās a feeling that's fineā
Clove didnāt really know when the friendly hand-holding became girlfriend hand-holding but it happened and Clove didnāt think she was going to start complaining, not when Beau looked so pretty with that smile on her face, not when holding her hand felt so right and made her feel complete.
Sheās really gotta magical spell
And itās working so well, that I canāt get awayā
Even if she wanted to leave Clove didnāt think she could Beau was just too ingrained into her life that she would have to start over from the ground up if she left, not that she wanted to she was too happy the way she was to ever think of leaving the life she had now, Beau was magic that was all Clove could blame it on, she was magic and she cast a spell on her. Cast a spell that night they met at the restaurant, and neither looked back.
And I just gotta tell her, That I love her endlesslyā
Clove was in too deep now, she was whipped, well she knew that days ago when she decided Beau was a witch, but there was no turning back now. Clove decided she was going to tell Beau she loved her. She was going to tell her and not chicken out like she had the past three times the moment arises, she had to or she was going to self-combust and that wouldnāt be fun for anyone.
āBecause love grows where my rosemary goes
And nobody knows like meā
Now here they were singing together in Beauās bedroom, dancing together, in each other's arms as the song fades out with the last few lines Clove leaned forward and kissed her and thought āyeah I can do this for the rest of my lifeā.
Lyrics from Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse
