*~*Eve's P.O.V.*~*
I saw Train's eyes glaze over as he watched Saya leave. I made a mental note to ask him about what he was feeling. I was curious and wanted to know what the beginning stages of love felt like. Train sat down next to me and stared into space. "Train?" I asked him.
"Yeah?" he asked, startled out of his reverie.
"Your relationship is deeper now, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Princess. It is."
"On a romantic level?" I asked. I had seen him peck Saya on the cheek. I decided not to mention it because then he would freak out.
"Yeah," he said, that quiet yet emotional voice coming into play again. I showed him the page on the meanings of kisses. The meaning of pecking on the cheek caught his eye.
"Huh," he muttered. Sven came in and he sat next to me. Train then got into the shower.
"Train definitely likes Saya," I said.
"Did they do anything?"
"He just pecked Saya's cheek, that's all."
Saya came back just then.
"That was short," Sven said.
"I only needed a few things," she said as she put the bag on the table and started to take the groceries out. The phone rang and I was about to make my hair transform into hands to grab it, but Saya beat me to it.
"Hello?" she asked. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number." She hung up on the person after saying goodbye.
"Who was that?" Sven asked.
"Some random weirdo looking for some Jacqueline Davidson woman," Saya explained.
"Oh," Sven said. Just then, the bathroom door opened and Train came out with a long-sleeved navy shirt on and his regular black pants.
Saya had come into the family room and she sat next to me. Train sat down a few minutes later.
Night soon fell, and Train wanted to go ice skating. We all changed and drove over to the nearest ice-skating rink, Chill Out. After renting our skates and heading out to the rink, Saya and Sven clung to the walls while Train and I skated out in the middle. Train skated over to Saya, took her hand, and led her out into the middle of the rink.
Train let her go slowly to let her gain confidence, then started to go faster. She kept up with him well until she stumbled. Train caught her and smiled, then helped her regain her balance and continued skating. The Proclaimer's I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) started playing.
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next you
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, Yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money, comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, (When I grow old) well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
After that song, we were all cold, so we left the rink and made some hot chocolate in the apartment. Train and Saya curled up next to each other and Sven and I sat a few inches apart. I wondered about many things, but I mostly wondered about Train and Saya.
I burned my tongue on the hot chocolate, but it went away in a few minutes. I just killed my taste buds. I'm sorry, taste buds. You served me well.
I sipped more of the hot chocolate, killing more taste buds with each sip. I got a mini marshmallow and dunked it in the hot chocolate. The combination was wonderful, so I put a handful of mini marshmallows in my cup and savored the taste.
"What's that you've got in your cup, Princess?" Train asked me.
"Mini marshmallows," I said.
"That sounds good," Saya said. She then went and took a few mini marshmallows and put them in her cup. Train did the same thing after her.
Sven probably felt like the odd one out, so I went and got a handful for him, then put some in his cup.
"Thanks, Eve," Sven said.
"Man, Princess! This is really good!"
"It sure is," Sven said after finishing his hot chocolate.
Just then, Lou Bega's Mambo Number Five came on. We started dancing to it. Train twirled and dipped Saya while Sven twirled and dipped me. Saya then twirled me while laughing.
I could see why Train had such strong feelings for her—not only was she beautiful, she was a kind person who was loveable, and I thought that he had chosen an exceptional person to fall for. Saya was notches above any other woman I'd seen, and I'd seen plenty of women try to flirt with Train. He had rebuked them all, and each time he did I got the vague feeling that his heart was holding out for that one special person, the one that would capture his heart and treat it well. That person was Saya.
Afterwards, I retired to the couch to read my book on how to comfort someone you liked.
The phone rang again, and Saya beat me to it once more.
"Hi," she said. "Mom?! Dad?! Is that you? I haven't seen you guys in so long! How are you?"
"She seems excited," Train said.
"Train?" I asked him.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning to me.
"Bye," Saya said before hanging up.
"That was fast," Train said.
"Yeah. They had to go," Saya said as she sat down next to Train.
"You look like you've got something to get off your chest."
"Yeah. Follow me." Train followed her to their bedroom. A few minutes later, I heard a choked sob.
"Is she okay?" Sven asked me.
"No," I said. Saya must've told Train something upsetting. I could imagine Train comforting her. He had a compassionate side when it came to women and children, but it was probably stronger because Saya was the one who he was dealing with.
"It's okay, Saya," I heard him say in a soothing voice. That was Train, trying to help in any way he could. I was glad for the change as a sweeper—the kindness that Saya had instilled in him was now coming back to her through him. What goes around, comes around, I thought, remembering the famous quote.
I continued reading my book. I planned on making Train read it after he was done comforting Saya.