Pick and Mix

First Love

Her lips twist into a smile, her fingers pressing the petals softly. She bites down onto her bottem lip gentely, her eyes closing automatically as memories of her fly through her mind.

A soft pink blush touches her cheeks, bringing color to her light brown skin. She can't help it - it's just the way the memories of that very girl haunt her. Every time she thinks of her, a small blush comes upon her cheeks.

Yesterday, in the spur of the moment she was baking Lisa's favorite cookies and her parents watched her strangely. They had asked why their third daughter is blushing and smiling with the widest smile they've ever seen while doing something simple as baking. Then, they proceeded to ask why she's baking - didn't Sanya hate cooking?

Sanya herself didn't know how to explain why she's cooking. How could she possibly tell them that yesterday was the very first time someone had told her that she was beyond beautiful with her dark skin and large hooked nose, that someone had pointed out her so called flaws and claimed they were beautiful. How could she tell them that the girl she had hopelessly fallen in love with had given her a single red rose, a symbol of love and desire.

She wished she could explain her feelings. The way her heart melts like the butter whenever Lisa smiles. She really wishes her parents could see that Lisa was everything sweet in its purest form, that she excludes happiness.

Lisa has always been the girl who made sure no one was excluded from a group, the one who baked simple things like chocolate chip cookies for everyone, who wasn't intelligent or extremely beautiful but radiates sweetness and love. Whenever she spoke, she spoke of kindness and in the three years of knowing Lisa, Sanya has never heard a single bitter word from her mouth.

It seemed fitting that Lisa's favorite cookies were chocolate chip - they were simple, sweet, and gave her stomach a warm buzz for hours later. Sanya holds onto the tin of sweetness, her fingers wrapping around the sliver box as the heat warms her fingers.

She leans against the strong steady tree trunk, remembering her first encounter with Lisa. They were thirteen. It was the first day of school and Sanya was so afraid. She didn't understand how to make friends or how to be bold enough to talk up. Lisa took the seat beside her, offered her a single chocolate chip cookie and talked to her.

The cookie was slightly burnt on one side and sugary. It had filled her mouth with sweetness eventhough she couldn't stand chocolates. This time, she couldn't get enough of the cookie.

That was the first time Lisa introduced change into her life. Now, Lisa has taught her how to love. How to smile without care in the world, how the feeling of your heart thumping can be smoothing, how the very way Lisa's hand slips into Sanya's is enough to get rid of all the world's panick.

"Hey!"

Sanya looks up, her eyes widen and startled by the sudden noise. Lisa stands infront of her, her eyes scanning the tin. "I came late because my mum wanted me to bring you some cake," Lisa shyly says, something unlike Lisa who couldn't even shut up for a moment.

"Funny how you say that. I brought cookies for you," Sanya says, gesturing towards the box.

"You did?" Lisa's lips break out into a huge smile and Sanya hands over the tin. Lisa's fingers start to open the box and Sanya quickly puts her palm over it.

"You have to open it later," Sanya explains, unwanting Lisa to see the love letter besides the cookies.

"Why?" Lisa whines, causing Sanya to giggle slightly. "You never cook! I want to see these."

"You'll mock me."

"When do I not?" Lisa defends herself. "Your cookies can't be that bad!"

"There's more than cookies in that box," Sanya finally admits, her fingers wrapping themselves around her curly strands of black hair. "But don't look!"

"What, a love letter?" Lisa questions, raising a perfect eyebrow on her olive skin. Sanya turns into a tomato shade of red, her ears burning and she shakes her head no. Although it's only been three years since they've met, Lisa already knows Sanya's facial reactions.

With a giggle, she says, "you're such a dork." Lisa's hand slips besides Sanya's waist, bringing Sanya closer until she can kiss her forehead gentely.

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I haven't properly edited this but I hope you guys enjoyed this! How was it?

I'm going to try updating this book more often now. Hopefully, you'll see more of these types of chapters and a few humorous ones coming up in the future!

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- Maya.