Searching for a Perfect Day

The Longest Day

Chapter 17: The Longest Day

The stare down atop her kitchen counter is kind of ridiculous. 

“You’re going,” Anna says between a mouthful of bagel, cream cheese, and smoked salmon. “Thanks for getting breakfast by the way.” 

“I’m not,” Elsa quips just as quickly, also taking a bite of her own breakfast bagel. “And you’re welcome.” 

The younger girl sighs, loud and petulant. She thinks she’s probably getting pretty annoying, but her sister only smiles, a combination of mirth and softness laced among those light blue eyes. 

“Why do you have to make this soooo difficult?” 

Elsa leans over, swipes the corner of her lips with that infuriatingly good looking smirk, and comes away with a little cream cheese. And Anna knows what’s going to happen, but she watches anyway, rapt eyes attuned to a thumb that suddenly going into the blonde’s full mouth, a pink tongue lashing out to swipe the cream off, and finally teeth scraping the top of the digit that turns white and then red from the scatter of blood cells. The redhead feels her own dance crazily upon her cheek. 

“Soooo difficult,” she manages to mutter, garnering a high laugh from her sister. 

“Is it so hard to understand that I want to stay here beside you forever and going back to LA is no longer in my prerogative?” the blonde asks, face straight and eyes serious, as if everything she’s said isn’t just the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to the redhead. 

Ugh, that blush is even redder now…

“It’s not hard to understand,” Anna says with a humph, willing for the excited thuds in her chest to recede. Damn Elsa and being amazing with words… “But seriously Elsa, it’s not like I’m going anywhere. Don’t you want to wipe Ben’s smug smile off of his face? Graduate with the honors rightfully yours? Reclaim that number one spot because you worked hard on it?” 

The taller girl shrugs, face deferring to her plate as she takes slow, careful bites of her bagel. Anna knows her well enough to see that little bit of hope dancing in those blue irises, and in mere seconds, sees her sister squash that same hope down the drain. She sighs loudly before Elsa can even say a word. 

“It’s not important to me anymore,” her sister says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. 

Anna takes another deliberately messy bite, feeling the cream cheese smear the corner of her mouth. “What can I do to make you go?” 

“Maybe try eating more gracefully for a start,” is the easy reply before Elsa’s body is coming across the counter again. 

The redhead intercepts her as planned, grabs both cheeks and leans so that their faces are only inches away. A blonde brow rises, eyes lowering distractedly at the spread hanging off of the corner of her lips and then back up to her eyes. 

“What if I say it’ll make me super happy?”