A Magical Time

Chapter 10

Rochata Milagro

 

            I looked at Raven; her hazel eyes appeared golden at that moment. I started to feel as if I had made a huge mistake in letting her know my true feelings.

            “Love?” she asked, “I don’t even think I…know the feeling.”

            I looked at her, and confusion was twisting her face. I walked up to her and lifted her chin, so I could see her eye to eye. Her eyes looked filled to the brim with confusion, and they seemed to glisten in the light. I noticed the wet streaks on the side of her cheeks. The poor girl, I really wanted to help her, but I didn’t know how. Then, something came to mind.

            “Well how many times have you given me hugs?” I asked calmly.

            “A lot of times… Too many to count…”She said.

            I looked down at her, but her eyes were still watering. She almost seemed like she didn’t know what to think.

            “Do you know what drove you to do that?” I said trying to read her thoughts through her eyes.

            “Well it’s because I care about you,” she said with the first bit of confidence for a while.

            “And what usually drives care? I personally believe it’s some form of love.” I smiled at her, hoping she would see where I was coming from.

            I held her close when she started to cry, and her down on her bed for support. She looked up at me, and next thing I notice she had jumped up, embraced me, and wouldn’t let go. Jean was slamming against the door again when he heard Raven’s cries.

            “Rochata! If you’re hurting her I’m going to kill you!” I heard him call through the door.

            The door knob began to click, and Jean’s voice came through more clearly now. Raven’s anger boiled over at that moment and she used her magic to slam the door shut again.

            “Jean I warned you!” She yelled.

            A barrier went up at every door and window that could be used as an entrance way, and she turned to me with a smile. The tears that had once filled her eyes, have, now, completely vanished from her face.

            “Thank you, I—“ She was cut off.

            “Raven, Rochata, Jean, Luke! Come on, it’s steak!” called Ed.

            I looked at Raven, and she looked very happy now. Even happier than the day we met at the age of 14. We were now 17 years old, and I never knew she was so sad until just recently.

            “Oh, Rochata,” she said suddenly.

            “What is it?” I questioned.

            “You might want to change your shirt. It’s kind of… wet…” she giggled softly.

            I looked down at my shirt, and noticed that it was soaking wet with Raven’s tears. She pulled a shirt out of her closet and handed it to me.

            “This was my father’s,” she said, “you can have it.”

            I looked at it for a moment. I didn’t even wait for her to leave the room, I just switched the shirts right then and there. I trusted her to not make fun of me or anything. When I got my head through the collar, I looked at her, and her face was burning red.

            “I knew it! You may not know what love feels like, but you still feel it even though you don’t know it!” I said in an excited voice.

            We went down the steps into the kitchen, and I looked at Ed and nodded; letting him know she knows. Raven looked over at Ed and smiled.

            “So what do you call dinner at brunch?” she asked.

            “Good question, one I don’t have the answer too,” he replied.

            “Hey Raven, is Rochata wearing dad’s old shirt?” Luke questioned.

            “He needed a shirt…” she replied defensively.

            “What happened to the one he was wearing?” Jean pursued.

            “Guys how about you drop that subject all together,” Ed interfered.

            The boys looked at each other, but didn’t press on with the matter. Raven finished eating all of her food in a hurry and stood up from her seat.

            “May I be excused?” she asked politely.

            She didn’t give anyone the chance to answer, and left the room. I looked around at everybody, feeling rather uncomfortable. Ed noticed my discomfort almost immediately, and nodded at me, giving me permission to leave. I got up and left the kitchen behind me, along with all of the discomfort.