November 2008

co on the pan. Were piling up all those round cakes on a plate located on the right of the hob. He had spent laying the ingredients did not calculate well and now had breakfast for the whole family, including neighbors.
- And if all this is not for me, who's the lucky girl? - He asked his grandmother raising eyebrows and making clear that he knew it would be for a girl.
- For Lena. - He said without turning. I did not want to see the face that his grandmother was making at that moment, I knew full well that it was expensive. - He has not slept too well. - Young took precedence over any comments giving small clarification. - More spiders? - No. - Nightmares? He stayed a few secondshe answered with a kiss. A long, sweet, and sincere kiss. A chattering Lena knees and parted. He still had his hands on the hips of the girl, to bring it back and repeat the kiss, instead she took a small step back, unsure, as if that was not what I planned, or the end he had thought.
- I have ... to go. - She said taking another step backwards.
- But ... Lena? - He said confused.
- Morning talk ... okay? - She took another step more, and going backwards, not seeing the light off and be guided only by starlight coming through the window. He did not realize that on the floor in the middle of the room was a shoe. He stumbled, but thankfully did not end in the ground, made un-style passes Neo in Matrix, but fell, somewhat important, since it falls just at that moment was a little humiliating. He turned, as if nothing had happened, left the room.
He would have liked stronger hold, and not separate, sitting nearby. Or grab her by the hand so as not to leave, pull it gently until it is as close as a kiss would be the only way to close the scene. Or at least, prevent rozase the floor with her ass because of his constant mess. But I knew I could not do any of that. He had already set the pace once, and now she did, and now had pressed the pause button. Trying to understand what is and should all these changes and their actions, peror then the only thing that came to mind were the words of his grandfather, "Son, never try to understand a woman, or you'll end road from the asylum."
Now the question that James had was whether to raise the breakfast room accompanied by some of the flowers of the garden, or wait for her to come down. But preferred the less people know of his gesture towards the girl, the better would be useless since he already knew his grandmother and brief all members of the house would also have proof of that. James
The question was immediately resolved to see her in the kitchen fully awake, dressed and ready, to Lena. Denim shorts, a white shirt with a little wheel, and a high ponytail. Must be of the few times James down to breakfast he saw something that was not the pajama night.
- I ... I'll see if your grandfather is still snoring .- said Maggie to leave young people alone. Before leaving the kitchen subtly turned and winked at her grandson. Lena
moved slowly in small steps closer to the table that was in the middle of the kitchen.
- And all this food? - She asked barely lift her head to look.
- I could not sleep, I made you breakfast.
- If I eat all this, I will die.
- As well, you better not eat it. Lena
sat quietly in one of those chairs around the table. He felt the cold wood in his bare legs. I really do not know what to do or say. Nightabove, half dream, half delirious confessed all to James. Well, no, I was wide awake, rather a lot. Output had fled by almost spectacular. Now I sat there playing with the ring on her middle finger, passing quickly from one finger to another, nervously. He was ahead of her, standing across the table, leaning against the kitchen counter, against the handles of the oven. Lena increasingly became more nervous, so I decided to drag the fork one of those cakes to his plate. He grabbed the silverware as if it were to carve a turkey, thanksgiving, and proceeded to the operation. He left a small piece and put it straight in the mouth. He stayed a few seconds savoring what had metidor mouth. He raised his head and looked at him, he was waiting, waiting for the verdict of the girl.
- Exquisite! - She said she almost without words, and with traces of migajitas cast on his shirt.
- And yet you have not missed anything. - He said he smiling. That was true, I was so nervous that he had come to the head that had to throw cream, or syrup, or maybe jam or something out of the window that James had prepared at the table.
Again silence filled the room, that was becoming more uncomfortable to eat an elephant in the kitchen. She would have liked to raise the issue of what had happened yesterday. Perhaps apologize, perhaps it was asking what was going through his mind, or just ... againkiss. James' head was filled with the same thoughts, but no one dared to take any step that would give the right signal to start talking about it.
- Will you be there still? - Asked the girl.
- missing me? Where would you go?
- breakfast with me. Will not you eat anything?
- I've played something while I prepared it.
- but really ... this is for me? You've done it ... for me? - He nodded, while Lena's cheeks turn a reddish color.
- Well, I'll leave that breakfast quietly. - Said he separated from the hob, and a wink. - Do not eat them all, do not want to burst like a balloon.
- And leave it all lostguts and pancakes? No thanks.
- Best ... that we would have to clean it.
- No, you'd have to clean it by yourself, I'd be out there in little bits.
- As well, best not to explode, to clean without help me lazy. - Said the boy before leaving the kitchen. Instantly a shiver ran through Lena, flooding later his face with a smile. That boy knew how to make her happy, and get a smile.
Since he had raised this morning was unable to stop thinking about the same subject last night. As he rose from bed, as he went to the shower, then half an hour choosing the clothes, some nice, normal, and casual, yet something that would make James glared at her,but not noticing that he had spent half an hour before the cabinet. Then down the stairs, had been thinking how to say hello, what to say, or what would be what he would do. But what was least expected was a full breakfast with juice, coffee, and pancakes ... now could only think of it, and at breakfast ... but every time I thought more in those little round cakes, spread with jam, some candy and caramel syrup on top. Looked at the clock above the sink was, it was still early and assumed that all four grandparents would be asleep, or at least would not drop to the kitchen in a while. Once he had finished his breakfast, got up quietly and left the dishes in the sink with intent to clean it up later.
is associatedMo to the window overlooking the small garden, the pool, and there he was. James was sitting on the curb of the pool, facing the house. His head was a bit low and the sun was in the neck, thus causing shadows still show better the way his neck. Lena took a deep breath, would have to control his impulses if he wanted to control the situation, and that the situation does not dominate it. He turned from the window, and relocated the clothes before leaving the garden with her partner.
walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, or at least making a gesture that had been saved, because those pants were not so material as to have pockets where cogiese the whole hand, so to feel a bit like a singerl of superiority.
- being so, prove it. - Challenged the boy, watching her. Lena at the time, it was a blank mind, yet he knew very well that what I had to do. S head turned slightly to see better, looked straight into his eyes, lost in her eyes, swimming in those eyes that had become brighter from the sun. A smile was like a reflex, and within a second, it all happened. She leaned closer to the boy, placing his left hand on the grass to do well the counterweight, and the other gently stroked the face of James, from the cheek to the neck, lacing his fingers with hair falling on his neck. The kid did exactly the same, while Lenamidnight dreams. James broke leaning to one side in the grass, leaving the two face up, looking at the clouds. His hands were clasped, while Lena could not stop dancing to her ring on her right hand, was too nervous
few minutes passed in silence and tranquility, during which Lena had been playing with the palm of the hand of James, from the tip of his index finger back and forth, drawing letters without meaning, and endless small circles.
- What do you see? - He asked breaking the silence, and mixing your voice with the songs of birds and the hiss of the ball to half an inflatable floating around in the pool.
That question did you come to a head later that room