A/N:
Due to popular demand a new installment in the Little-Sara-Series, as I am calling it from now on in my mind! Just so you know:)
Addie117 all the happiness in here is for you, I have given you way Way WAY too little of that lately. It feels so good to write something happier again, thank you for being you and helping me so very much in learing to be me. Ever thine, You-know-who:) How have I never ended a message to you like that before? :) P.S: I know, writing yesterday did wonders for my mental health. Who could have known!
What is Love?
2: Tell Me
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"Nooohohho."
"Tell me tell me tell me tell me!"
Sara's mom enters the living room finding Sara and her teenage cousin on the carpet wrestling over a piece of puzzle.
"Mooom, he won't tell me what's on the puzzle piece he is hiding. How am I supposed to know where the other pieces go if I don't know what's on his? Not fair!"
"Sara," her mom says softly, "You don't need all the pieces at all times to keep puzzling. And you," she says with a pointed look at the boy in the Dalton Blazer, "a little less teasing maybe? Just a little, please? She will be all hyper again otherwise after you leave tonight after dinner, and you won't be the one up all night with her, will you now?"
"No. I mean, sorry, Aunt Michelle."
"It's fine, just a little less … excitement in puzzling, please?"
The boy nods with a grateful smile, "Promise."
"So what is on that piece now?" A small annoyed, wound-up voice interrupts them.
Michelle ends up leaving the kids, now a little calmer it seems, to their game of sorts a second later, turns to walk back into the kitchen to finish the slightly more opulent dinner for tonight, still her voice carries clear to the kids' ears as she reminds Sara, "Just don't forget, Sara, who is coming over for dinner and a chat tonight. Your dad is out picking them all up as we speak."
Her head snaps up from where she had just tried to make another puzzle piece fit, come what may, in one of the many completely wrong places. Her grin is wide as she completely forgets about the puzzle before her, getting to her feet, jumping up and down a little with a tiny squeal, not even caring that she knocks back out of place some previously already perfectly set pieces of carton puzzle.
The boy beside her looks on with a skeptical and curious frown.
"Are they bringing candy?"
"Sara," her mom calls again from the kitchen, "just because you met them in a candy isle does not mean they carry it with them everywhere."
"They might," she calls back with a hopeful swing to her voice.
"Who's coming?" the boy beside her asks eyes wide with curiosity.
"No one."
"Who?"
"No one."
"Who, Sara?"
"No one."
"Aunt Michelle, Sara won't tell me who is coming for dinner tonight," the boy in blue and red asks, voice raised, into the general direction of the kitchen.
A moment later his aunt is back.
"Seriously, you two, do you want me to burn dinner tonight? Roast chicken isn't that easy, I'll have you know," she says looking between the two, with a clearly only mock outraged face which both kids know to read just fine.
Sara conviction plastered in bright invisible letters all over her face says, "I can do it."
"You can?" her mom asks with now an open smile.
"Sure," Sara continues, nodding, "You take some grass from the kitchen and stuff it into a pan and some of it into the chicken's belly and then you just set it on fire."
"You set it on fire," her mom repeats slowly, in utter wonder, her mouth slightly hanging open for a second. She is just in time with moving her hand over her mouth to hide her huge grin, spreading all over her features rapidly. Her eyes crinkling give it all away though to the boy still next to Sara and the slightly more than half finished puzzle on the carpet.
"If that is how you've been cooking all this time, Aunt Michelle, count me out for dinner, like ever again."
She shakes her head in amusement as Sara turns her attention back to the puzzle, and looking at the boy mouths, "I swear, I haven't."
"So who is coming for dinner?" he tries again, hoping Sara is distracted enough.
She isn't, "No one, and you can't have them. They are my friends."
"Who?" he asks with another grin, knowing his cousin well enough to know she is too enraged now to any longer hold back.
"Kurt and Blaine."
The boy is too distracted already to even register his aunt's call as she walks away of "Don't forget they are bringing friends."
"Yes. More friends for me," Sara, voice stern, tries to point out to the boy no longer listening.
All that can be heard from the boy as Michelle turns on the radio in the kitchen - and Sara starts singing all the wrong words along under her breath while continuing on her mission to finish the perfect puzzle, which in her humble opinion only the boy next to her being so distracting is preventing her from – all that can be heard from him is an incredulous, tiny "… what?"
A/N: I give you a little hint: Only two people in here are OCs of mine;)
And shout out to icheeseflip13 and MmMystery for writing the very reviews that had me return to this particular story of mine today of all days. Thank you!