We Intertwine [4/30]
Chapter 4: She's Happier
A/N: Nomnomnom
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Somehow I have the tv on and we're watching Pokemon. Is it strange that I find it cute that Brittany is in love with it? Honestly I'm not, usually, one for cute monsters and 10 year old kids with a dream of being the best, but sitting here, Brittany in my lap, me stroking her hair, her making soft noises of excitement, somehow has me feeling...relaxed.
She's like a 5 year old with the way the show is making her react and with the questions that follow.
"Isn't that Pikachu heavy? I don't think I'd be able to hold a mouse that big on my back for too long of a time," she babbles on, me nodding, her focusing her gaze on the glowing box.
It's late in the afternoon and everyone else is minding their own business. She continues asking about the style of drawing and why one of the characters aren't opening their eyes.
I'll admit, I used to watch this show...and they're showing one of the older episodes right now. But it got tiring, most tv shows got tiring. There just wasn't enough drama for me. And the creators of pokemon were obviously running out of ideas.
And isn't Pikachu like, level one trillion by now? I don't like that there's almost no logic in these shows. Actually, maybe I should turn off the TV. I don't want poor Brittany's mind to go even more rotten.
I reach for the remote and I swear I hear the blonde girl snarl. I decide to retract my actions and sigh into the couch. She snuggles her head in my lap and I feel a tingle go up my spine.
Will everyday be like this?
It's dinner time and my parents want to go out to celebrate Brittany joining our family. I have to help her get dressed and i feel unbelievably giddy. It's been a long time since I've touched my barbies and bringing Brittany to my closet made me feel nostalgic.
"Pick out whatever you want Brittany," I suggest, crossing my arms and waiting outside of my walk in closet.
"Uh," she mumbles, poking her head outside of the door, "I don't know..."
"Just pick what you think looks the prettiest," I respond, giving her a soft smile, trying to hold in my impatience. I was actually kind of hungry.
She simply stares at me, and her lost look grows soft and turns into a smile and she points in my direction. I turn around to see if maybe there was an outfit hanging on my mirror, but instead I'm looking into my own reflection. And I'm as red as a tomato.
After 10 minutes of me being embarrassed and Brittany asking me if something was wrong, we picked out a simple white blouse with a purple tank top inside and jeans. The girl was a little meatier than I was, especially in the leg area so it almost looked like skinny jeans on her. She looked great when she was fixed up. I put on a navy blue sweater and black skinny jeans and we walked downstairs to see my parents and Nanna talking amongst themselves.
The second I heard my name I stopped in my tracks and literally had to hold Brittany back and cover her mouth.
"You think so too?" my mother says, excitement coating her voice.
"What are you two talking about?" as usual my father is lost from a girls' conversation.
"Come on Jose, can't you see how much happier she is?" Nanna breaks off. Hmm?
"It's barely been a day, how could I notice anything?"
"Honey, honestly, are you blind? Those two are already tied to the hip! I think it's cute." Does she really?
"I think it's a little creepy," great Nanna, great to have support from you.
"Well San is smiling more, I guess you can qualify that as a good thing and a creepy thing," my father replies. He sure likes to sit on fences.
"Well, then we made a good decision accepting Santana's outrageous request," my mother comments, a smile stretching across her face.
I love it when they care about me so much like this.
I let go of Brittany's mouth and she looks at me, "Your hands smell like vanilla," she comments, looking excited. I nod at her and walk gracefully down the stairs pretending I didn't hear anything.
"So," my mother begins, "Where do you want to go brittany?"
I wonder if the blonde one even knows any places to eat, but hey, she is about my age. She must have wandered around a lot. Actually, I should probably ask her about it sometime.
We all stare at her in anticipation, I really hope it's someplace good.
"McDonald's!"
A/N: Nomnomnom
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Somehow I have the tv on and we're watching Pokemon. Is it strange that I find it cute that Brittany is in love with it? Honestly I'm not, usually, one for cute monsters and 10 year old kids with a dream of being the best, but sitting here, Brittany in my lap, me stroking her hair, her making soft noises of excitement, somehow has me feeling...relaxed.
She's like a 5 year old with the way the show is making her react and with the questions that follow.
"Isn't that Pikachu heavy? I don't think I'd be able to hold a mouse that big on my back for too long of a time," she babbles on, me nodding, her focusing her gaze on the glowing box.
It's late in the afternoon and everyone else is minding their own business. She continues asking about the style of drawing and why one of the characters aren't opening their eyes.
I'll admit, I used to watch this show...and they're showing one of the older episodes right now. But it got tiring, most tv shows got tiring. There just wasn't enough drama for me. And the creators of pokemon were obviously running out of ideas.
And isn't Pikachu like, level one trillion by now? I don't like that there's almost no logic in these shows. Actually, maybe I should turn off the TV. I don't want poor Brittany's mind to go even more rotten.
I reach for the remote and I swear I hear the blonde girl snarl. I decide to retract my actions and sigh into the couch. She snuggles her head in my lap and I feel a tingle go up my spine.
Will everyday be like this?
It's dinner time and my parents want to go out to celebrate Brittany joining our family. I have to help her get dressed and i feel unbelievably giddy. It's been a long time since I've touched my barbies and bringing Brittany to my closet made me feel nostalgic.
"Pick out whatever you want Brittany," I suggest, crossing my arms and waiting outside of my walk in closet.
"Uh," she mumbles, poking her head outside of the door, "I don't know..."
"Just pick what you think looks the prettiest," I respond, giving her a soft smile, trying to hold in my impatience. I was actually kind of hungry.
She simply stares at me, and her lost look grows soft and turns into a smile and she points in my direction. I turn around to see if maybe there was an outfit hanging on my mirror, but instead I'm looking into my own reflection. And I'm as red as a tomato.
After 10 minutes of me being embarrassed and Brittany asking me if something was wrong, we picked out a simple white blouse with a purple tank top inside and jeans. The girl was a little meatier than I was, especially in the leg area so it almost looked like skinny jeans on her. She looked great when she was fixed up. I put on a navy blue sweater and black skinny jeans and we walked downstairs to see my parents and Nanna talking amongst themselves.
The second I heard my name I stopped in my tracks and literally had to hold Brittany back and cover her mouth.
"You think so too?" my mother says, excitement coating her voice.
"What are you two talking about?" as usual my father is lost from a girls' conversation.
"Come on Jose, can't you see how much happier she is?" Nanna breaks off. Hmm?
"It's barely been a day, how could I notice anything?"
"Honey, honestly, are you blind? Those two are already tied to the hip! I think it's cute." Does she really?
"I think it's a little creepy," great Nanna, great to have support from you.
"Well San is smiling more, I guess you can qualify that as a good thing and a creepy thing," my father replies. He sure likes to sit on fences.
"Well, then we made a good decision accepting Santana's outrageous request," my mother comments, a smile stretching across her face.
I love it when they care about me so much like this.
I let go of Brittany's mouth and she looks at me, "Your hands smell like vanilla," she comments, looking excited. I nod at her and walk gracefully down the stairs pretending I didn't hear anything.
"So," my mother begins, "Where do you want to go brittany?"
I wonder if the blonde one even knows any places to eat, but hey, she is about my age. She must have wandered around a lot. Actually, I should probably ask her about it sometime.
We all stare at her in anticipation, I really hope it's someplace good.
"McDonald's!"