Synesthesia

Origami and French Food

Caleb

School was coming up in two weeks. Ana was getting ready, I was getting ready, and Sam was getting ready. 

She had written me thousands of poems and little tidbits of writings, all of them were beautiful, but some were funny, and others serious.

"Even though

I'm going to miss you

More than a child misses it's blanket

And even though you might move on

I won't

I won't forget

Our small infinity."

After I read that, I walked in and prompltly told her that our infinity wasn't over, and it was not going to be small, according to our agreement of not- Agustusing. 

~

"Hey Bonnie," I say. Bonnie's wearing her Disney Princess pijamas, and looks adorable with her messy little mass of hair piled up on top of her head. She doesn't adknowledge my presence. I look over at Ana, who's eating cereal.

"Hey Ana," I say, smiling. 

"Hey," she responds, her blue eyes twinkling.

She looks like a wreck, though, her hair is a frizzy mound, and her eyes are all tiny and squinty from lack of sleep.

"God, Ana, you look like a train hit you."

"Thanks."

"Yup."

"I thought boyfriends were supposed to be all nice and tell their girlfriends they were pretty."

"Well..."

"Do I really look that bad?" I don't respond. She scowls, and crosses her arms.

"You're his girlfriend?" Bonnie asks Ana quietly, her eyes wide and full of worry. Ana pauses, glancing up at me; I nod at her.

"Yeah," Ana says, Bonnie smiles.

"That means you're gonna be like my sister!"

"What?"

"When you get married, we'll be sisters!" Ana glances up at me again, blushing.

"Um, Bonnie-," she starts.

"Never, ever, ever say never," I say firmly, looking at Ana. She blushes a deeper shade of scarlett, if that's possible, and looks at the ground. I smile.

Bonnie skips away to her room, leaving us alone. 

"Is your mom working?" she asks. I shift in my position.

"Yeah," I say. Ana takes another bite of cereal.

"Let's do something today."

"Like what?"

"Like... let's go on a date when your mom gets back."

"A real one?"

"Yeah. Like just us, and dinner. At nighttime. You know, a date."

"I'm not an idiot, Ana Heather Wood."

"Sometimes you sure act like one," she smirks at me. I scowl.

"Okay. I'll even spend my own money on this occasion, that's how much this means to me."

"Caleb, has anyone ever told you that you are a fabulous flirter?"