"Le'gante, with an apostrophe in between e and g. Can you guess why?" he asked me again. He always chose words I had trouble pronouncing, so that by the end of about a year, I said those words like a native.
"Uhmm…I think this is…Portuguese?" He shook his head. "Spanish."
"Legante? It reminds me of elegante…which I do believe means elegant…or smart?"
"You make do the family name proud," Mike said, and started to unpack his things in his new room.
Ah, crap. I forgot…he always took the master bedroom if I did not get there first.
I ran as fast as I could to the room, but by the time I got there, Mike had already put away his last shirt.
"Beat you," he told me with a smirk, before leaving outside. He needed to feed, and upon thinking about it, so did I.
After re-reading what I wrote after what is above, I decided: I don't like it.
I should have never written something like that. I put myself to sleep.
I guess I got overly excited about writing about Luke.
Temporary hiatus until I come up with something...or if you come up with something, share. It would be much appreciated.