Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 16

Album.

I've decided to make something nice for Mom and Dad when they come back. Maybe a portrait of us together, there aren't enough of those. Of course, I'd need a picture of them since they're not here, I doubt Josh'll sit still for my to draw him.

I've been looking through the selves for over an hour, trying to find-there it is!

I head over to the garage with my art pad in tow.

I flump down and start skimming though the pages.

"What's that?"

He's referring to the item I've brought along with me. "It's a photo album..."

I look up and see him tilt his head. I decide it'd be better to just show him.

"Look," I sat down next to him, the leather album resting open on my lap, "We put a bunch of picture in here..."

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, which makes things a thousand times more comfortable because now I won't have to stretch my arm over his in order to show him.

"That's when I was five," I pointed at the picture of a little me, I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt with a daisy on it, a light blue skirt, and little red boots. I had my hair in two ponytails, it was the first time I went to the park and I'm smiling, my tiny baby teeth showing. I remember pretending to be able to fly so my arms are open wide.

"You didn't have your glasses back then."

"Yeah, it's something I inherited later..." I flipped the page, "That's my birthday party, and this one is when I fell off my bike, my mom wanted to keep the image of me suffering for the first time."

On my next page turn I came across something I didn't expect.

Me and Josh happy together.

A smaller Josh was tickling a little me and we were on the floor laughing together. Josh didn't look any bit of evil and I was a bundle of joy. But Josh has been mean to me since...forever!

"You look like you're enjoying yourself."

"Yeah..." Talk about your twilight zone... "but I bet he's just torturing me."

"Why would you say that?"

"There's a point when your tickling someone when it no longer brings joy," I said a-matter-of-factly.

"So, even though you look fine, you're not?"

"Yep," I nod, "It's all a rouse."

"I see..." he eyed the picture and then looked skeptically at me, "And you're sure about this?"

I crossed my arms and turned to him, "You sound like you've never been tickled before."

"I have not."

"Oh, really..." I lifted my hands malevolently.

"What are you doing...?"

"I," I stalked closer toward him, " am gonna see if you have a tickle spot!"

He inched away, "You just said it was a form of torture."

"Not if you want to be tickled!"

"I don't want to be tickled."

"Oh, c'mon!" I huffed, "Don't tell me a mightywarrior Yautja is afraid of being tickled!"

Ohmyfreakinggod! Tell me I didn't just say that! I was about to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.