“What’cha doin’?” a little voice behind me asked curiously as my little brother Michael popped up in front of me, causing me to jump back a bit.
I sighed and answered quietly, “A school project,” as I went back to trying to glue a piece of black piper cleaner onto a miniature doll.
“What kind of school project?” he asked.
“The big kid kind that you probably won’t understand,” I answered, not entirely focused on him. “Now, if you could possibly leave me alone for the next few minutes, that would be great,” I added, looking up at him briefly after successfully attaching the pipe cleaner.
“Okay, but what do I tell Nate?”
I cocked my brow. “What do you mean by what do you tell Nate?”
My brother sighed and answered, “Well, he’s at the door, and he said he had somethin’ impor’n’ to tell you. So, what do I tell him? That you can’t go to the door?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, you tell him that if he has something important to tell me, he can come upstairs to my room,” I answered, putting emphasis on something and important to help him remember all the sounds.
“Oh,” he answered with fake understanding, “okay,” he continued, running out of my room and down the stairs yelling, “Nate, she says just go to her room!”
I smiled, and continued trying to finish my project as the sound of Nate, and apparently Michael’s, footsteps approached my door.
“So, why do you like my sissy?” Michael asked, his voice sounding confused.
Nate chuckled but didn’t answer. “Hey babe,” he said instead, kissing the top of my head as he put his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder to kiss my cheek.
“Hey,” I responded, trying to shrug him off so I could finish the last bit of my project as Michael asked, “Sissy, why does Nate like you?”
“I don’t know,” I answered looking at Nate, who was still on my shoulder. “Why do you like me?” I asked with a smile, knowing he would have to answer.
Nate looked me in the eye and said matter-of-factly, “Because you’re smart, funny, and beautiful,” with a wink at the end.
I smiled as I felt heat rise in my cheeks and responded, “Yeah?” Nate nodded and I looked at Michael, knowing my cheeks were still red and said, “You got your answer now beat it shortstack.”
Michael gave me a pouty look before running out of my room angrily.
“So,” Nate said, walking over to my door and closing it. “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t play with Barbies anymore.”
“I don’t,” I answered as he pulled me up out of my desk chair, “this is for school.”
Nate nodded. “Sure,” he said with a smile.
“It is,” I answered, trying to sit back down. “Now what did you want to tell me that was so important you had to come over when you knew I’d be doing homework?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist when he pulled me back into his arms.
Nate shrugged. “Do we have to talk about that right now?” he asked, his lips finding their way to my neck.
I smiled and answered, “Well, I would prefer to yes, but if you want to mess around first, I’d like to finish my homework.”
Nate looked at me, a mischievous smile on his face. “Okay, I guess we can talk first,” he answered, pulling me over to my bed, pulling me onto his lap as he sat with his back against the headboard.
“Thank you,” I answered kissing his cheek in appreciation. “Now, again,” I continued, “what is so important that you had to interrupt my homework time?”
“Do you want to see something cool?” he asked, ignoring my question.
I looked at him confused. “What do you mean? Do I wanna see something cool?”
“Exactly that,” he answered. “Do you wanna see something cool?”
I shrugged. “Sure, I guess,” I answered. “But I still don’t know what you mean.”
“I need an actual answer Dallas,” he said, ignoring my question again. “Not an ‘I guess’. ‘Cause if you don’t want to see it, I won’t show you, mostly because I’m not technically supposed to show you anyway.”
I didn’t answer, but thought about it for a minute. “If you’re not supposed to show me, why are you offering?”
Nate smiled. “Because it’s cool.”
I thought again. “Okay then. Show me this cool thing,” I answered, a tad bit hesitant since Nate and I had different definitions for the word cool.
“You’re sure?” I nodded. “Okay then, close your eyes.”
Again I was hesitant, as Nate telling me to close my eyes often ended with me on my back with his lips pressed against mine. Not that I had a problem with that though.
“Okay, think of a color and a shape,” Nate said when my eyes were closed.
I mashed my brows in confusion, but did as he said, asking, “Why?”
“’Cause,” he answered, a smile obviously on his face as he sounded excited. “It’ll be cool, promise.”
I sighed and thought of the color red, Nate’s favorite, in the shape of a heart, my favorite.
Nate chuckled. “Trying to say something babe?” he asked curiously.
I opened my eyes and was about ready to respond with, “What are you talking about?” when I stopped and blinked a few times, not fully believing what I was seeing. “What the-?” I started.
“Magic,” Nate answered simply, giving me a look of happiness.
“But how? These are floating,” I answered, dumbstruck as to how my room was now full of tiny red hearts, mixed oddly enough with little green, pink, and blue ones. “And where did all the other colors come from? I only thought of red hearts.”
In answer, Nate lightly put his finger on the side of my head. “From up here,” he explained simply.