Night Time Talks with Luna

The Mistake

So I was working on a math test and I'm almost done I still have the second to last question to do. To fine the circumference of a circle with the radius of 23yd. 

I had some Russian tea earlier and I drank it all so I wanted more, so I headed upstairs with out finishing the second to last question. My sister was trying to start a new netflix show and while I was holding my empty tea cup and staring at the TV screen I promptly stated "I'm on the second to last episode- wait I didn't mean episode-" My sister cut me off. And yes, I did mean 'question' to bring up the fact that the test I was expected to finish, sucked.

"Is it good?" she asks staring at me. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't talking about the show so my face morphed into an expression that she took as a yes. 

"You like it don't you?" She asked, now randomly teasing me about a show I knew nothing about. 

"You like it! I see that smile on your face!" She laughed and I was now thinking about giving up. At this point she was fully immersed in the thought of me knowing everything about this show and even though I didn't, I knew I couldn't back out now. My face was showing all emotions except for understanding. I decided that I would steer the conversation away from that as swiftly as possible and ended actually telling her what I wanted to tell her. Not the truth of the situation though.

She started the show already and I didn't argue but she did follow me to the kitchen. I ended up convincing myself that I was hungry, even though I was not. My sister cooked some bacon in the microwave and I made a sandwich. I got all the key elements to an ordinary sandwich and even got the toaster out. I toasted the bread for lass than 30 seconds before realizing I didn't want toasted bread. I took it out and assembled to entire sandwich before realizing how much I have a distaste for sandwiches. I don't have an issue with them I just don't like them as much...

I cut it in half and knew I didn't want it so I told her and asked if she wanted it. She agreed to taste a bit and if she liked it she could have the half I gave her.

I walked to the living room where she sat with a finished plate of bacon. I gave the half as promised and she tried it. 

"Do ya like it?" I asked eager to give it away.

"Yeah, sure." She said and I shoved the other half in her direction. She didn't even know I intended to give her the whole sandwich. 

She then told me, "Thats such a womanly thing of you to do," She paused while I went to the kitchen to get my tea. "like make a sandwich for no reason and ask if someone wanted it." 

We laughed together while we got into a conversation about the state of Oregon and past stories of living there.

(Thinking back to that one time a friends (possibly drunk) father blamed me for hitting a pebble and falling off my bike... he screamed at because I had flip flops on and I was going to go "Crying to my mommy")