Cold Blooded

28. 💞

Flashback
Let's get it !

Mateo threw the tree bark into the fire place, along with Ayleo throwing twigs. They're mother was able to run away to Fort Mose as well, and she made it nearly a year later than the boys.

"Hi." A girl walked into where they lived, with a smile. She had long thick hair and fair skin. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and Mateo already came to conclusion that she's Indian. Ayleo nodded politely. "Uhh hi."

"Is your mother here?" She asked, looking around the room.

Mateo nodded. "She's sleeping." He said lowly. His eyes didn't leave her face and it's features. He admired on how she had beautiful skin and light brown eyes, nearly hazel. Her soft thick hair fell down to her lower back, it moving freely while she moved as well. She wore a bright pink dress, that was as well as casual. The dress had beautiful designs and stitches on it, elaborating its vibrant colors.

"What's your name?" She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts suddenly. He looked around and seen Ayleo not in sight. "Mateo." He said lowly, grabbing the broom.

Ashanti tiredly walked into the room, and smiled sweetly at the girl. "Hi."

She waved. "Hi, I wanted to say that my family is making lots of food tonight. They do it every year after planting. Do you want some?"

She nodded. "Yes thank you."

She smiled. "Okay, I'm asking everyone here since it's alot of food."

"Okay. Thanks."

She had gotten up, and walked out. Her dress flowed as she walked, her black hair bouncing with each step she took.

"Pretty." Ashanti said, proceeding to walk away. "Pretty girl."

Mateo thought she was beautiful. He'd never really had much of an attraction to a girl. He continued  remnicing her face, smile and attire.

"Teo get water." Ashanti said, handing him a large wooden bucket.

He sighed. The stream was at least a mile away. He looked over at Ayleo who was working himself, so he had no choice but to obey.

He walked out, passin by houses and huts with smells so good that even had birds huddled on the roofs. Many races and ethnicities walked by, carrying crops in bags of cloth, water, and more. He continued to walk until he eventually arrived at the stream. He dumped the bucket inside, as he heard footsteps roaming up behind him. He looked back to see her.

She bent down next to him, dumping her bucket into the water. "We meet again."

Mateo nodded. "I never got your name."

"Naja." She smiled friendily.

He had picked the bucket up from the water. "What is your family makin'?"

"I know it is a must for potatoes. But I'm not sure otherwise."

She pulled her bucket from the water.  "How old are you?"

"I'm about to be fifteen." He paused, standing up right. "You?"

"I turned fifteen not too long ago."

"Okay."