Having You Is Enough
sakura mae su: I know you thought I've died right? I'm sorry for the very long update I was concentrating on my studies so to make it up here's chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Conversations Leading to a Thought
The next morning when Aya went up in her classroom three persons were the first thing she saw and of course that was Shinobu, Maya and Misaki. Obviously they didn't forgot the whole Lyserg thing so they kept asking questions all at the same time that made Aya a little annoyed.
"Guys one at a time!" Everyone shut their mouths.
"Ok Maya first." Maya who was so exited, in every word that she said there wasn't a time that she never squealed in between sentences.
"So what did he look like?"
"Is he muscular like I said?" Misaki asked trying not to scream from all the tension going through her body.
"Is he handsome what?"
"Well." Aya started hoping not to say anything that would make her friends think that she like Lyserg.
"He's ok."
"Ok that's all c'mon Aya we know there's more that." Misaki said not buying the whole it's- ok thing.
"Well he is handsome, muscular well just a little." Everyone screamed all of them were very exited and proud of Aya. Though Aya was not as exited as her friends were.
"You got to tell us the details."
"Well he tried to invite me to walk in the neighborhood; he wanted to show me something like that."
"So what did you say?"
"I said no."
"But why this is a good opportunity for you to be alone him."
"I didn't want to because I don't want to start a conversation with him."
"But why it's obvious that he likes you."
"Oh c'mon how would you know that he likes me?"
"Duh when a boy tries to ask you out for a walk alone it means he wanted to be close to you and know you better." Maya said matter of fact.
When it comes to love Maya is a professional she knows every step that a guy would make.
"When you meet him again and asks you out for something say yes ok."
"Look I'm not interested in him so even if he asks me out again probably not anymore I'll always say no."
Finally the bell rang. When Maya and Misaki were leaving Aya whispered something in their ears.
"Look I'll try to introduce you to Lyserg would that be enough for you guys.
Both of them nodded and returned to their respective classrooms. Even I try to hide it will always come out.
The next morning when Aya arrived in the kitchen for breakfast, only her father was awake. "Good morning." she said.
He nodded and blinked in acknowledgement. She sat down across from him at the small kitchen table. He pointed the box of Rice Krispies at her. She happened to love Rice Krispies. Her mother had left out bowls and spoons. Her father handed her the milk.
They chewed. She looked at him, and he looked into his bowl. Was he annoyed because she was there? Did he like to eat breakfast alone?
He poured himself another bowl of cereal. Her father was kind of wiry, bur he clearly had a good appetite. It was funny. As she looked at her father, she recognized some of her own features. Features she didn't notice. The nose for instance. Almost eveybody else in the family had the famous Sakishiro nose- her aunt and Effie had one. The big, prominent nose gave character to all who wore it. Of course, her mother had a different nose- A Patmose nose- but even that was sufficiently distinctive.
Aya's nose was small. delicate, characterless. She'd always wondered where she'd gotten it, but now she saw it right in the middle of her father's face. Did that meant that she had the true Sakishiro nose? Since she was small she'd secretly wished she had the big family nose. Now that she saw where she got hers, she liked it a little better. She maded herself stop looking at her father. She was no doubt making him uncomfortable. She should say something. It was probably very awkward for her to sit here and not be saying something.
She's not very close to her father maybe bacause he spend time working and can only be seen in Sunday's when he's not busy and during the night. Even how long he's in the house he never seemed to notice Aya. Did he hate her? Did she do something wrong that would make him ignore her?
When Aya was a child he'd always spend time with her even when he's busy but now everything was different. When she find time to sit right across with him in the table she'd always had a hard time speaking with him.
"Um...dad?" she finally broke the silence.
"Im going to make a painting this morning." she said.
She gestured like she was painting.
She thought to have this day for herself and just herself sure her friends was good company but she never got to paint in a long time.
He snap out of his cereal reverie. She know that feeling so well. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.
"I was thinking I'd paint down the hill at the park."
Her father considered and nodded. She could tell he wanted to get back to his contemplation of the cereal box. Was he tires of her? Was she annoying him?
"Okay, well, I'll see you later. Have a good day father, bye."
She walked upstairs and packed up her painting things with the oddest feeling that she was Ling and she'd just eaten breakfast with herself. She put on black pants with a wrinkly linnen shirt. She slung her backpack, containing her pallete, her foldable easel, and her panels, over her shoulder.
Just as she reached the stairs, Lyserg arrived at the front door, delivering a platter of freshly baked pastries from his grandmother. Her mother hugged him and kissed him and thanked him.
Her mother spotted Aya and got that look in her eye. Quickly she invited Lyserg inside.
Aya wished Ling were awake. She made for the door.
"Aya, sit down. Have a pastry." Her mother ordered.
"I'm going painting. I need to get started before the sun gets too high and the shadows disappear." Aya claimed. It was technically true, because she was starting a new painting today; which meant the shadows could be any which way.
Lyserg migrated toward the front door himself. "I have to get to work, I'm late already."
Her mother happilly settled for the idea that at least the two would have to walked together outside. Her mother winked at Aya as she followed Lyserg out the door.
"He's a nice boy." she stage-whispered to Aya. It was her mother's constant refrain.
"You love to paint." Lyserg observed once out in the sunshine.
"I do." Aya said. "Especially here." She wasn't sure why she offered that last gratuitous bit.
"I know it's beautiful here." Lyserg said thoughtfully, looking out over the glittering water. "But I can hardlly see it. Theses are the only veiws I know."
Aya felt the desire for a real conversation coming on. She was interested in what he said. Then she thought of her mother, probably watching them through the wimdow.
"Which way are you walking?" Aya asked. It was a slightly mean trick she was setting up.
Lyserg looked at her sideways, clearly trying to gauge what the best answer would be. Honestly prevailed, "Downhiil. To the forge."
Easy enough. "I'm heading uphill. I'm going to paint the interior today." She began drifting away from him, up hill the hill.
He was obviously unhappy. Did he discern that she'd set him up? Most boys weren't that sensitive to rejection or that was she'd think.
"Okay." he said. "Have a good day."
"You too." she said breezily.
It was kind of a shame in way, walking uphill, because she'd woken today with a real lust to paint the boathouse down the hill.
That's it yup... stay tuned for the next chapter okay!!!!
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