Book of Random Thoughts

Canadians and Eh (Short Story)

Dika was busy working at her desk in her room. She glanced up at Matthew who was staying with her for a while. His house was under repairs. How it had gotten to be in such bad shape that he needed to stay with her, he wouldn't say, but she didn't really care. 

She noticed that he looked a little sad, so she walked over to him, pushing his head up with her finger. 

"You alright Mattie?" she asked. 

"I'm fine," he mumbled, telling her that something was bothering him. But instead of pushing him to tell her, she wanted to make him smile. 

"Well that's good, eh?" she asked, making him blink. 

"Did you just say eh?" the Canadian asked. 

"I did," Dika smiled at him. "Doesn't everyone say eh in Canada?" 

"No," he answered. "I don't even say it." 

"That is a lie right there," the Alaskan laughed. "You say eh a lot. Almost everyday you say it at least once." 

"Do not!" 

"Yes, yes you do." 

"Well when do I say it, eh?" Matthew asked. Once he noticed what he had just said, he covered his mouth, making his girlfriend. 

"You just did. But I like it when you say eh. It makes you sound so cute!" 

With that Matthew blushed, pulling Dika down onto his lap. He hugged her tightly like he would with Kuma, smiling happily. 

"My Alaskan, eh?" 

"You're Alaskan." 

"You're Canadian, eh?" 

"My Canadian." 

The two smiled at each other. Dika knew she could make him smile. She knew Canadians liked cold, maple, and saying eh more than anything else in the world. Well and maybe hokey. They really loved playing hokey too.