Spring Thanksgiving
"Here, Orland…" I said, smiling at him silently. "What are the cookies for Aria?" He replied inquisitively. "Spring Thanksgiving." I said, laughing a bit. Aria/Orland. One-shot.
By Adaelie
Author's Note: I do not own Rune Factory 2. Natsume does. And I apologize for such a short story.
I had spent all night working on these cookies. Honestly, it had taken me fourteen tries to make them just right. I used my mom's recipe, of course. Cecilia was my mom; she was a great cook as far as I am concerned. She had told me about this holiday that they celebrated in Kardia, when all the girls would bake cookies for the boys they liked. She had done it for her childhood friend Nicholas, and my dad at one point. At the time, I hadn't wanted to celebrate it, since I didn't really love anyone. Even now, I'm not sure that I really love him.
Given, Jake had told him that he should never talk to me. I figured that it was because I knew that Jake used to love my mom, and hated my father for conceiving me and Aaron. I always wanted to apologize for it… Orland had a hatred of humans, though less severe than his father. I remember the days when I'd talk to him nonstop, and he'd tell me to just shut up. And I remember the day when I had gotten his request off the board and decided to talk to him. He admitted to a crush on me, and I found it to be horribly adorable. We pretended to get married… it was so fun.
I wasn't sure if those feelings were still set in cement. I mean, that was when we were five. Now, we're what? Sixteen, at least. That was eleven years ago that he told me that he liked me. I wasn't sure if he still did, or if he didn't. Either way, I made him cookies so he better eat them. I wrapped it all up in a nice clear bag, and tied it with ribbons. "Hey, Orland!" I called out, the half elf boy turning and looking at me. "What do you want, Aria…?" He said a bit breathlessly, in the nonchalant tone that he used with everyone. "Do you still like me?" I asked quickly, smiling happily. "U- Uh… u- um…" He stammered, his face bright red from embarrassment. He could put a tomato to shame with that face. "Y- You like cookies, right?" He glanced at me, obviously confused. He must have been wondering about how I could go from love to cookies.
He didn't answer. "Here," I said, smiling at him silently. "What are the cookies for, Aria?" He asked inquisitively. "Spring Thanksgiving." I said, laughing a bit. He took one out, staring at its heart shape. "Wha?" He said, staring at me. I stole a kiss from him, giggling as he turned red again. And I ran away, leaving him clueless in the dust. I guess some things will just never change.