Old Love Dies Hard (spinoff of life happens)

Chapter II - I'll Call You Captain America, I'll Call You Broccoli

The car ride is a long one and in all that time we sing together with almost every song on the radio and I am very surprised that our music taste is the same.

In the long ride I have much time to study his handsome features.

That's right I just called a guy handsome!

He has chestnut colored hair and a well built body.

Though he did not have that killer jawline that girls die for.
I mean nobody is perfect, right?

His eyelashes were thick and long.
That's not fair, why do guys have these perfect eyelashes?
Like yeah, girls, see me fanning these across my face and give you serious beauty goals.

Even though his features look like that of a bad boy, he's pretty sweet.

All in all he is very good looking.

Oh and he has an English accent!

God help me!

But there is this thing about him. Like there is something that only he knows.
Like he's an open book, yet a mystery.

"We're here" he announces as soon as we enter the place.

We do some stuff to which I don't pay much attention because I am too busy daydreaming about meeting all the Disney characters.

I jump in excitement when I meet Cinderella and Snow White and practically every other character and Mason just laughs at me.

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"Seems like your first time" he says when we are walking towards a ride and eating ice cream.

Give me ice cream every day and I will love you like I've never loved someone else!

I was also holding a balloon.

Mason laughed his head off when I jumped up excitedly and when he asked me what it was I said it was a balloon and I wanted to buy it.

"Duh" I say and roll my eyes at him and he laughs, revealing his perfect white teeth

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After that we were tired so we went to a restaurant and ordered some food.

We start talking about ourselves while waiting for our food.

"So I'm thinking I'll call you captain America" I say to Mason

"Why?" he asks and then shakes his head
"Right, my last name. I'm surprised nobody thought of that before. I really want people to call me captain America" he rubs his chin

"Well then you should be glad, because I'm here" I smile and he chuckles

"So what will you call me?" I ask because I want a new nickname.
I was tired of Amy.

"Depends. What do you like?" he shrugs

"Well...I love ice cream" There I go with universally known facts.

"It will sound like we're a couple"

"Yeah...I like broccoli" I say and his jaw drops for so long that I have to close his mouth with my hand.

"Gee, don't look so surprised" I say, a little embarrassed because I know that nobody likes broccoli but then again my parents didn't give birth to me to be like every other person who hates broccoli which, to me, is yummy.

"No it's just that it's not-"

"Normal" I say finishing his sentence

"Yeah" he laughs lightly

"Well my parents didn't give birth to me for me to be like every other person" I voice my thoughts.

"That's good thinking" he smiles, a genuine one not a playful one.

"I'll call you broccoli" he said

"Deal" I agree

"Deal" He says and we fist bump

"So why did you owe my aunt?" I ask him because I was the most curious person ever

He laughs a little. Don't do that Mason!

"I don't owe her, it's just that my sister and Usman go to the same school and the other day they learned the word 'owe' and decided that I owe your aunt when I picked Usman from school" he shrugs as if it was no big deal which it wasn't but I just wasn't used to being around kids.

I laugh too

"How old is your sister anyway?" I ask

"She's 7" he replies. And here I was, thinking that me and my sister win at the 'age gap challenge' which I invented a long time ago

"My sister is 10 years younger than me which makes her around 7 too" I add

"Around 7?" He asks because I'm sure he's wondering how I don't know my only sister's exact age

"Yeah I don't live with my parents" I say

"Oh" is all he says

I like that about him. That he doesn't question me or give me weird looks when I say stuff like this which doesn't make any sense.
He doesn't make me think about my complicated life.
I don't know how long I've waited for a person like him, a person who doesn't make me think about my life.

And then our food arrives.

He looks at me, raising one eyebrow and then I understand he was talking about what I ordered.

I ordered fettuccini Alfredo while he was expecting me to eat some leaves like him

"You're going to eat that?"

"I have a healthy appetite" I say a bit annoyed.

Something leads me to believe that he also thinks of me as a spoiled kid because of the way I've shouted at him before.
Can't deny that I wasn't one some time ago.

"Okayyy" he nods and then we start eating the food which tastes like heaven in my mouth.

"I know you think that I'm some spoiled rich kid but I'm not spoiled" I say but I don't understand why I am explaining myself to him because I never feel the need to explain myself to people before but I guess I kinda consider him my friend.
Yeah I don't really go that deep into understanding my feelings.

Yay, for the biggest joke of the century!

"I did think that but I don't anymore" he says though something tells me that's not true

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We are outside watching the fireworks now
"They're so beautiful" I say looking at the fireworks
"Yeah" he replies in a low voice.

Today has been a good day and I think I made a new friend today.

If aunt Hina doesn't get well soon then I'm thinking and hoping that this isn't the last time I visit some place with Mason and I really don't mind spending more time with him.