Here's Part five, I'm sorry that this story is taking so long, thanks for all the good reviews, though!
-egbkid
As the cartoon ended, Max realized her stomach was growling. She saw Erin rubbing her tummy, but Logan was to absorbed in the television to notice.
"Are you hungry?" Max asked Erin, who looked at her and shyly nodded.
"Me too. Do you want to go find something to eat?" She shook her head, and then Logan spoke up.
"Her favourite cartoon is coming on next. Why don't we go get something to eat while she watches it?" This was the perfect time to get him alone to talk, so Max agreed. They went into the kitchen and started looking through cupboards; Max was amazed by the variety of food behind the doors.
"What's Erin's favourite show about?" she asked, looking in the freezer.
"Some silly girls transforming into super girls and trying to save their little world. It's kind of a past-present-future thing. It has talking cats to."
"Sounds strange." Max dug out some ice cream and held it up; Logan nodded and went to a cupboard to get some cones.
"It is, but she likes it. Most girls her age do, and she has just about every toy from the show. Then there's Sean, who thinks watching cartoons is a waste of time."
"Really. I've never really watched any cartoons before, but that show we just watched was pretty good. I didn't quite understand it though."
"You have to follow it every day, it's like a continuing story." Logan explained as he scooped some ice cream onto a cone.
"Cool. So, have you lived in Seattle long?"
"Just my whole life. In this same apartment, actually. We've never moved, and we probably never will, Dad loves it way up here, but I don't really."
"Why not?" Max asked, taking the first cone from Logan so he could scoop another.
"It's to high. I don't like heights very much. Have you lived her long?"
"I just moved here a while ago. I really like it here."
"Where did you live before?"
"Oh, actually, I moved around a lot. So why does Sean go to a private s school when you and Erin go to Public?"
"Well," Logan started, handing her another cone, "Sean actually begged to go to this big school in Ireland. One of his friends was sent there, and Sean couldn't handle the separation, so Mom and Dad sent him to. He really likes it, but he acts smart all the time. Erin thinks it's funny...Go ahead, ask."
"Ask what?"
"What's wrong with Erin. She had meningitis when she was a baby. Her legs were supposed to get better, and they did. She was two, and was sick for a long time. Finally, she was better, but wouldn't talk and couldn't walk. She learned how to walk again and was just like other kids her age by the time she was five, except for she still wouldn't talk. The doctors say she is capable, but she doesn't. About six months ago, she started falling a lot. Her legs weren't working right. Nobody can figure out why, but it's getting worse. About three weeks ago, she could support herself on crutches, now, as you saw when you first got here, she can barely move them. For some reason, she's just getting weaker. She's had every test, so much that now she is afraid to go to the doctor's, and no one knows what's wrong." Logan handed her the third cone that had been melting in his hand, then he quickly closed the container and stuffed it in the freezer, threw the spoon in the sink and grabbed two of the cones from Max. He led her back into the living room where he gave one of the cones to his sister then sat down beside her. Max sat down on the other side of her.
She licked the ice cream; it was green and tasted like mint, with chocolate chips through it. It had been so long since she had had ice cream, and she had never had this type. She noticed Logan pick up a napkin from the coffee table in front of them and help Erin wipe some of the dripping ice cream from her hands. 'He really cares for his sister.' She thought, 'but how come he never talks about her?'
To Be Continued...
-egbkid
As the cartoon ended, Max realized her stomach was growling. She saw Erin rubbing her tummy, but Logan was to absorbed in the television to notice.
"Are you hungry?" Max asked Erin, who looked at her and shyly nodded.
"Me too. Do you want to go find something to eat?" She shook her head, and then Logan spoke up.
"Her favourite cartoon is coming on next. Why don't we go get something to eat while she watches it?" This was the perfect time to get him alone to talk, so Max agreed. They went into the kitchen and started looking through cupboards; Max was amazed by the variety of food behind the doors.
"What's Erin's favourite show about?" she asked, looking in the freezer.
"Some silly girls transforming into super girls and trying to save their little world. It's kind of a past-present-future thing. It has talking cats to."
"Sounds strange." Max dug out some ice cream and held it up; Logan nodded and went to a cupboard to get some cones.
"It is, but she likes it. Most girls her age do, and she has just about every toy from the show. Then there's Sean, who thinks watching cartoons is a waste of time."
"Really. I've never really watched any cartoons before, but that show we just watched was pretty good. I didn't quite understand it though."
"You have to follow it every day, it's like a continuing story." Logan explained as he scooped some ice cream onto a cone.
"Cool. So, have you lived in Seattle long?"
"Just my whole life. In this same apartment, actually. We've never moved, and we probably never will, Dad loves it way up here, but I don't really."
"Why not?" Max asked, taking the first cone from Logan so he could scoop another.
"It's to high. I don't like heights very much. Have you lived her long?"
"I just moved here a while ago. I really like it here."
"Where did you live before?"
"Oh, actually, I moved around a lot. So why does Sean go to a private s school when you and Erin go to Public?"
"Well," Logan started, handing her another cone, "Sean actually begged to go to this big school in Ireland. One of his friends was sent there, and Sean couldn't handle the separation, so Mom and Dad sent him to. He really likes it, but he acts smart all the time. Erin thinks it's funny...Go ahead, ask."
"Ask what?"
"What's wrong with Erin. She had meningitis when she was a baby. Her legs were supposed to get better, and they did. She was two, and was sick for a long time. Finally, she was better, but wouldn't talk and couldn't walk. She learned how to walk again and was just like other kids her age by the time she was five, except for she still wouldn't talk. The doctors say she is capable, but she doesn't. About six months ago, she started falling a lot. Her legs weren't working right. Nobody can figure out why, but it's getting worse. About three weeks ago, she could support herself on crutches, now, as you saw when you first got here, she can barely move them. For some reason, she's just getting weaker. She's had every test, so much that now she is afraid to go to the doctor's, and no one knows what's wrong." Logan handed her the third cone that had been melting in his hand, then he quickly closed the container and stuffed it in the freezer, threw the spoon in the sink and grabbed two of the cones from Max. He led her back into the living room where he gave one of the cones to his sister then sat down beside her. Max sat down on the other side of her.
She licked the ice cream; it was green and tasted like mint, with chocolate chips through it. It had been so long since she had had ice cream, and she had never had this type. She noticed Logan pick up a napkin from the coffee table in front of them and help Erin wipe some of the dripping ice cream from her hands. 'He really cares for his sister.' She thought, 'but how come he never talks about her?'
To Be Continued...