Alawa began to list all the counties she’d visited with her grandmother-a LOT more than Garçon had ever set foot in. He stared at her with admiration and wanderlust in his dark eyes. Alawa described her grandmother as he best person ever, sweet, kind, a role model. A frown graced her smooth, pretty face as she continued to say her grandmother seemed to pick favorites amongst her and her siblings. Yet another thing Garçon could relate to. Garçon, despite his overconfident-at-times nature, would never call himself smarter or more talented than his siblings. Despite the fact that he more than excelled in all of his subjects, he’d never have the emotional intellect of his brother, who could calm any child and comfort anyone, or paint something so real it indeed did look real like his sister. They had so many talents Garçon couldn’t ever dream of possessing. Which he was okay with. He didn’t compare himself to his siblings, but they did. A large chunk of the family budget was poured into Garçon‘s studies. He was given tutors, extracurriculars, trips, supplies, everything he needed to be on top. His siblings got things too but not as many things…
He didn’t realize he now wore a frown on his chiseled face. He switched it to a more light smile before responding, “Wow. That’s incredible. I’d love to go to all of those places someday. That’s so cool.” He’d only been in three countries-if you counted France, his birth country. “I…can definitely understand that. I was a bit of a favorite child to my parents as well-can you blame them…” He grinned both jokingly and smugly at Alawa, waiting for her to giggle in her light, adorable way. She gasped, ”Never, senior!” she assured him with wide doe-like eyes. ”After all, I knew you first.” She smiled charmingly at him, and his heart skipped a teeny beat. She seemed to have opened up to him. He leaned in closer. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.” Winking, he continued… “I’d be happy to introduce you two in that case…”
The shared moment faded away when the backpack rustles seemingly by itself. In response, Alawa sacrificed to it another carrot. He couldn’t control himself, he craned his neck to try to look over her shoulder and into the cavern that was her book bag “I have got to know what that is.” He tried to return her puppy-dog eyes and succeeded. “Please. I’m no tattletale.”
@Kristi - alawa : Ayy sorry this is a teeny bit late…