"I'D like you to see you as I do. You are an ass-whole to choose a present and you are a girl!" Logan muttered giggling.
Logan and Mia decided the last Wednesday before the long weekend to go at the feria with some money they had earned by helping their parents with home labors or cleaning the front yard of the houses in the neighborhood. The kids had gone to sweep together the autumn leaves that had fallen during the previous weekend. They were also doing it to prove their parents they could be responsible whenever they need to and they were not just children goofing around on their free time.
They have always enjoyed spending time together although the past four years they have been feeling each other's presence almost every time they could. Morning walks to school, or at the backseat of Mrs Hodie's car who took them on chilly mornings since they were three years old. Lunch time at their houses or at school when for their mothers made it impossible to look after them because of their jobs. Biology, Maths and History classes. Afternoon walks coming back home, sometimes having picnic at Logan's for homework help Mia needed. Dinner nights when their parents had decided to share their last ultimatum recipes on cooking matters… or just to hang out, catch up on the other's lives. Even on weekends, riding bikes, going to the park, to the secret-meeting place…
"We are spending too much time together. I think I'm starting to hate you" She said as an answer and chuckled.
"Always being so mean yourself" He said motionless.
"You should get tired of me sometimes too, don't you?" She badly questioned.
"I'm now" Mia frowned "You started! But, hey, what are we looking for in here?" Logan asked walking by the first shelves at the park.
"You bought me a cool present, you should know"
"And you are meaning about-?" He inquired, without paying too much attention to what she was looking inside her jacket's sleeves. "You still have that thing?" He sounded surprised. "God, throw that thing away. It's a clear symbolism of my weird cute side" He confessed, awkwardly smiling.
"Come on, I like it!" She pointed at the bracelet with mini beads in her wrist.
"But you have the bear; please tell me you haven't brought it too…" He observed how Mia was reclining to take something outside her backpack, and he looked horrified.
"I was just kidding!" Mia said standing up, laughing out loud. "Take the bear to school, please Logan" For more that he wanted she didn't have it, he looked heartbroken.
Joking about each other and school friends they had in common, they made their way through the park's paths looking something for Granny Mitchell. The sun was falling, and lights were starting to be turned on in the streets. Mia kept talking until she realized the boy by his side had stopped few seconds ago at a craft since. Logan was cautiously exploring all the jewelry placed over the table under that tiny tent. Precious stones were the principal decorative that took his attention at every single necklace, bracelet, rings, earrings, colorful boxes…
"I like this bracelet, but I think I can't afford it…" Logan whispered closer Mia once she appeared next to him with interested eyes over the delicate shiny things.
"Even with my money we still can't pay for it. You have to think what else your grandma would use…" Mia said spitting each word and started walking again.
"Wait" Logan said grabbing her backpack fiercely to stay there. "Maybe we can buy one of the boxes… Whatcha think?"
"Choose one. One grandma would feel is just unique" Mia said looking at the ones Logan was holding in his hands.
"Hello guys, boxes are just ten dollars. And if you want to record a name on one, is just five dollars more" An old woman said standing up from her chair from the other side of the table. Both kids sighted each other and then raised their excited eyes.
"We take one" Logan said choosing between two of them. There was one creamy yellow with beautiful precious stones of all sizes and colours in the top, and its corners were all decorated with painted red flowers. When he opened the box, he found a lot of different tones of burgundy ribbons inside. There was nothing to explain. Those colors fitted perfectly for his grandmother. He was proud of finally reaching the final level of the desperate research gift game. "This one"
"Do you want it to be dedicated to somebody?" The woman said meanwhile she took the tiny box of his hands and waited for an answer.
"I'd like it and I know granny too, but I don't have any more money for, so I just take it like that" He answered looking for more money on his pockets, like if magic money suddenly would appear.
"Don't be stupid, Logie" Mia intervened. "Yes, we want the box to have an artistic 'L' in it" She took the ten dollars from Logan's hands and then extended five more dollars to the old woman.
"Thank you Mia" Logan said really meaning it.
"Don't. It's the least I can do if I'm going to… but I've just planned out another plan" Mia said with a futuristic look, grabbing the wrapped box with black and white dots now.
"You said 'plan' twice" Logan said smirking and leaving the box on her backpack when she turned back. "Thanks"
"Happy birthday to your grandma boy, you are such a sweet guy" The old lady said. She had been listening the conversation all the time, and she was emotional. "And Mia, if that's your name right, you are a good friend"
"Thanks, goodbye madam" Both kids said with their cheeks showing a pale red on them and continue walking.
"So…what were you going to tell me?" Logan asked counting the money turned because Mia was a lazy girl and she didn't want to or always counted more or less the money that had been given back.
"We are going to cook. A Cheese cake. At my place. Tomorrow afternoon" She said placing an arm over Logan's shoulders and touching his hair. "By the way, are you going to cut your hair someday? It doesn't look that great on you, you know…"
"Well, that's not what a girl told me at school the other day… so I think you will have to revise some of your statements" He excused himself.
"Just because one girl has told you that doesn't mean everyone likes it" Mia said with a jealousy tone. Who had the guts to tell him that the haircut he had now was nice? Was she jealous? Of what? Of Logan liking the compliment, or that someone really had struggled the way to tell him he was 'nice'? 'At least nobody told him he was pretty. Wait, I'm jealous? Of Logan? Mia, please. It's not like someone had told him he was in love with the person who first complimented him. Was it just one or…? Was he falling in love with somebody or…?' Mia troubled mind thought.
"DID you bring the ingredients I told you?" Mia inquired sitting at the table in the middle of her kitchen.
"I did, and brought Rocklets too!" Logan said excited. "But we are going to eat them being conscious. Too many calories"
"You and your medical cares" Mia said rolling her eyes.
"Not medical cares this time, is just for your own health. You are always eating candies, but now I'll control the quantity you are going to ingest from now on" He smirked.
"Mom approves" Mónica mumbled, cleaning the table.
"Not even cool. Now, put your butt over that chair and let's do this" Mia commanded.
"Yessir!" Logan answered throwing all the things over the big rounded table.
"Remember to leave everything clean after you have finished" Mia's mother reminded.
Logan opened the Rocklets big bag he had bought to share with Mia on his way to her home. Mia put some bowls and spoons over the table and brought a plate for Logan to put all the candies there. They started separating the flavors, the sugar, the flour… Stupid Logan, who had never cooked in his life, or just helped her mother but not in big things at cooking opened the flour bag and dropped all over the floor. Mia got really mad, and he could tell it by the look on her face that terrified him till death. She went to look for a broom, and Logan was happily playing with the poured flour on the floor with his hands. Mia yelled at him to stop it and leaned to his position under the table to keep all the disaster he made.
"Bad vibes, leave me alone, we are trying to cook in here!" Logan shouted and threw some of the flour over his left shoulder. Mia rubbed her eyes, and smiled a little bit over what Logan had said.
"Stupid stupid, you jackass, stop it, we have to clean all this or mom will not just kill me but also you!" Mia said shaking quickly the leftovers on a piece of paper to take it directly to the trash. She laughed when he kept on throwing flour over her and all their clothes were now white and gross at the touch. She copied him. She recollected flour from the floor and threw over him all what she could. Shaking under the table was making the things over it start to fall… and one of the eggs just crushed over Logan's head.
"Now your hair looks precious" Mia said smirking, and spreading all the egg yolk on his hair.
"Tell me about yours" Logan inquired taking one of them and crushing it on her head.
"Stop it!" She begged and pulled back Logan placing her hands over his chest.
"I'll if you take your dirty hands of my t-shirt in this moment" He said laughing and grabbing her wrists with both hands and placed them on her lap. She was now quiet, kneeling in front of Logan who was sitting with his legs as the form of a pretzel. Looking at him and containing his laugh, with one hand on her mouth, there she was analyzing Logan. But it was different this time. She had never seen him in that one way before. 'You can't fall in love with your best friend, you know that Mia' She thought. 'But I'm not in love with Logan, he is just cute' Mia didn't want to accept that every time she was with Logan, that made her happy and forget about everything around themselves. It was just the two of them ruling the world, with their own laws… She couldn't recognize that the boy, who was now licking his finger and muttering scrumptious words and making rare looks towards the disgusting taste of his hands had, made her feel butterflies… big butterflies desperately seeking for consume that lovely feeling on her stomach, chest, but firstly on her heart. 'These curious and intrepid animals in my belly'
24th March 2012, 18.43 PM:
My mobile is blowing with new inbox messages to look for my sister as a party, blablabla, I don't know. But I throw my headphones in my ears and let my imaginations blow. Queen still rocks out! Sorry for this chapter, I know is just pure filling. But hey, next chapter they will be on the open road. And I know you'll die.
I have to read so much things for school, and this Thursday I'm having and oral exam and I haven't started studying yet. The book is so sorrowful… the narrator's woman died and then all the shit happens.
Oh, and now that I'm here, I'll let you know that I'll start with a new fiction. Don't know how is going to be called, just now the plot… and it's exactly like this one… but Logan is an old man, on his porch, with an album, calling back some memories with his nephews. It'll be like a sequel, but still don't know. And nephews… oh God, my little cousins inspired me. Sometimes I feel like Monica Geller from F.R.I.E.N.D.S that she loved babies… well, I'm obsessed with them. At streets I'm like "AWWW, LOOK AT THAT PRECIOUSNESSSSSS!" and yeah, people look at me weird.
Actually I'm enjoying my new school classmates, because they are really united. The other day we sang together some songs at recess. Chino by La Mancha De Rolando was one. We all knew them, people around was also enjoying the moment. Thanks God is like this because, next year we are leaving, and it would be sad not having some good memories. {Yes, all about MEMORIES}
By the way, have you seen the Kogan photos at L.A surfing? Or Carlos wearing speedos with Samantha in Miami beach? And Kendall with Yuma? And Logan with the mysterious-girl-dilemma-photo-thing? God, so jealous people! We are only missing a shirtless photo of James now. Is all what I need to feel completely sexually frustrated per life.
I have a new Twitter account with my friends Jessica in which we will be posting some imagines and our stories. Follow us BTRStreet please :)
OKAY, GOODBYE, MAKE ME HAPPY BY REVIEWING, I'M MISSING YOU MY READERS FELLAS!
