Powerless

Story Time

Lucia's P.O.V
As Samara recounted her tales I started playing with my knives. I had no interest in the stories of adventures I'd never go on. I sighed loudly and Cole sent me a nasty glare. He was actually interested. Course he was, it's Samara. I sigh again and fling a knife at a spot on the wall spray painted with a yellow smiley face. Cole glares at me again, and this time takes my knife away. I pout, but take out another one from the sheaf in my boot. Now Cole sighs loudly and I snicker. All this time Samara is laughing at us. Cole turns back to her, half smiling. She continued her story. I become immensely  bored and wander into the kitchen for a tiny snack.

Cole's P.O.V
I watch Lucia as she saunters to the kitchen and sigh heavily, closing my eyes. I love her like a sister, but she can really get on my nerves sometimes. Samara giggles quietly and I lightly punch her in the shoulder.

"Ow!" she said with a fake pout.

I chuckle, and she continues on with her story. I can't really pay attention though because everytime I try to make eye contact with her, those stunning jade eyes of her's capture me and I freeze. She glances at me with a worried look on her face.

"...Cole?" She says hesitantly.

I blink a few times. "Huh? What?"

She laughs and I nervously smile.

"Wha-what's so funny? Ha ha." I ask.

"You were staring at me again. It's cute." She slides closer to me on the couch. "And really endearing."

I gaze lovingly into her eyes. She blushes and smiles a bit. I put my hand on her face and lean in.

"COLE! WE'RE OUT OF WHIPPED CREAM!" Lucia yells from the kitchen.

Samara whips her head around, promptly hitting me in the face with her hair. I lurch back my hand and rub my face.

"Ow! That hurt, Kitten, what the hell!" I whine.

She giggles, then hugs me.

"I'm sowwy, I wuve you!" She coos.

I can feel my blush spreading across my cheeks.  Lucia huffs from the kitchen doorway.

"Whatever. I'm going to the store to get more whipped cream." She says annoyed. 

Samara laughs at her and waves her off. I hear the door shut and Lucia's boots clicking on the asphalt. Samara gets off the couch and stretches.

"I'm gonna go to sleep. I've had a long trip." She yawns. "Is my room still furnished?"

I nod and reach for the remote.

"It's nice to have her back" I think.