Different Type of Love

29

Cecilia

December 22, 1945

"Ay!" I shout, pulling at hard as I can.

"Harder!" Maeve shouts, as we pull this jammed door open.

"I can't!" I groan, still pulling. A second later, it swings open. I fall back and take Maeve with me.

We both shout.

We look at each other. We both bust out in laugher. 

"I'm so sorry!" I laugh, getting up and holding my hand out for her to grab. She's too busy laughing so I grab her hand myself and pull her up.

"Oh my." She chuckled, wiping the tear from her eyes. As we're about to walk in someone calls my name.

"Cecilia." I hear from afar. Both Maeve and I turn our head toward the voice. We see Easton walking up to us. I turn back and look at Maeve. I roll my eyes and place my hands on my neck, acting as if I'm choking myself to get away.

She giggled.

She walks inside and grab her purse she had left a couple of hours earlier.

"Cecilia, would you like to go to the dance together?" He asks, even so sweetly. I shoot a glance at Maeve. She walks out, not in a rush, she's never in a rush, and she rests and right hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I've already asked since we both had no one. We didn't want to go alone and I'm afraid you're too late now." Maeve frowns. He shoots a look at me and I sort of smile. I can tell the air is tense. He's never liked her, because well... I didn't like her. I swear all you have to do is get to know a person.

"I'm sorry." I mouth to him. He forces a smile and shrugs before walking away.

I grab her face and kiss her cheek. "Thank you." I smile. 

"Don't mention it." She laughs. 

Thats when I see someone walking toward us. A man. With a bright smile. Emilio! Maeve's husband. He brings his finger to his mouth and shush me. I smile and bring my eyes back to Maeve but she's already turning her head. I grab her face. 

"My lipstick!" I shout.

"Pardon me?" 

"Is it smudged?" I ask, trying to stall. Luckily, Emilio is right behind her. He grabs her waist. 

Soon I realized how big of a mistake this was.  

Maeve quickly kicks his shin and turns around to push him off. He yelp and grab his shin.

"Oh! Oh!" She shouts. I suck my teeth.

"Ouch." I laugh.

"I'm so sorry!" She grabs his shoulders.

"It's fine. That's completely my fault." He laughs through the pain.

She grabs his face and kissed his. "Why..." she kisses him again. "Are..." and again... "You...." and again. "Here?" She pulls his face and he drops his legs.

"Cecilia." He smiles, now standing up straight he grabs her waist and kissed her lips but she quickly kisses him before turning her head to me. 

"You called him?" She asks me with a smile.

"Claro que sí, amor." (Of course, love!) I grab her hands. "I know how deeply in love you too are." 

She smiles dearly and slowly turns around, he still holds her.

"Well. I have a surprised for you." She softly giggle, almost in a nervous matter.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I have a date for you." She softly chuckled.