Tattered Blinds

Chapter Forty-One

Alex

I couldn't even begin to put my thoughts into words when it came to Emma, I was so happy that we were deciding to give out relationship a try. It's something I have wanted for a really long time. 

When we got to the store we walked in and started to get what we needed. It was funny because we were skipping through the isles hand in hand and giving each other pecks on the lips at random times. 

When we walked up to the register and there were a large group of people in front of us. I grabbed a few packs of gum off of the shelf. Emma smiled at me. "Gotta have fresh breath!" I smiled. We got up to the register and the girl started to ring up our stuff. Then she sighed. 

"Making a volcano?" She said. I looked at Emma and gave her an odd look. 

"Yeah, school project," I said shortly, not wanting to make too much conversation with her. 

"What class?" She asked. I wrinkled my brow, wondering why she even cared. 

"Science," Emma said looking at the look on my face, knowing that I didn't want to talk to her. 

"Oh, that was my favorite class when I was a wee little cricket like you two," She smiled at us, I swear she was about a second away from squishing our cheeks. I smirked, awkward. She started to bag our stuff. 

"Yeah, it's mine," Emma said. I looked at her and smiled. I grabbed her hand. The cashier looked at us and started to grin. 

"Aw!" She said jumping up and down. I gave her a confusing look instead of saying what. "Young love, that's so cute!" Emma smiled. 

"Thanks," Emma giggled. I grabbed the bags and handed the twenty dollar bill to the lady. She gave me three dollars in change back. 

"Thank you," I said to her and walked out the door. 

"Well that was awkward," Emma said to me. 

"Yeah, I bet she's like a thirty year old woman who is looking for someone to love," I laughed. 

"No doubt!" Emma giggled. I switched the bag from my left hang to my right so I could hold Emma's hand. We walked along the street talking about the most random stuff in the world, we were normally really random. 

When we got back to my house, which took about an hour because we were walking pretty slowly, enjoying ourselves. We walked in and the air conditioning felt so good, because it was at least in the nineties. "We're back mom," I called out. I walked into her room and gave her the change, it was clean by then. 

"Thank you, what do you want for dinner?" She asked me. I thought about it for a while. 

"Steak and potatoes?" I asked. She nodded her head. 

"Is Emma staying over for dinner?" She asked. 

"One sec," I said and walked back out into the kitchen where Emma was setting all of the stuff out on the counter. "Hey, Em are you staring over for dinner tonight?" I asked her. She shook her head. 

"I can't my mom is coming to pick me up before dinner, I'm sorry," She said. 

"It's okay," I said to her and walked back into my moms room. "No, Emma can't stay for dinner tonight, I told her. 

"Okay, well I'll have your dad pick some steak up on his way home,"  My mom said. I smiled and nodded my head. 

"Thanks," I walked back into the kitchen and all the stuff was laid out on the counter. 

"Okay, first we need to make the structure of the volcano, do you have wire?" Emma asked me. 

"Yeah, my dad has some in the shed in the back yard," I replied and we both walked into the backyard. I opened the shed door and it creaked open. I could see Emma cringe at all the spiders that were in there. "I'll go in first," I looked at her. I walked into a whole bunch of cobwebs and wanted to shake to get them off, but I needed to hold my touch-guy ground.  

We walked to the back of the shed and collected the wire to make the shape of the volcano, once we got it we walked back inside. "So do you want to make it small or on the bigger side?" Emma asked me. 

"Smaller," I said. "I don't want to be spending the whole day on it." 

"Good idea," Emma smiled. We started to mold the wire into a small volcano- like shape. When we were done we covered it in paper miche and let it dry. 

"The outside looks pretty good so far," I said. 

"Yeah, we have to paint it brown when we are done, do you want to ready the eruption?" Emma asked. I smiled at her big words and knowledge. "What?" She asked me. 

"You use big words," I playfully made fun of her. She started to giggle. 

"Do I need to break out the whipped cream again?" She smiled. I started to laugh. 

"That was fun," I said and turned towards the counter. "So how do we make this thing erupt?" 

"Well, we take a bottle, and put the water, detergent, food coloring, and vinegar into it. Then we put the volcano over the bottle and when you are ready for it to actually erupt, you sprinkle some baking soda into the bottle and there you go, one erupting volcano!" Emma explained to me. 

"That's not that hard..." I admitted. 

"Nope, not at all, you think it would be more complicated!" Emma smiled as I pulled her closer to me. "Thank you so much for all of your help." 

"Well you're welcome," She said staring into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and started to hug me. We stayed like that for a while before she backed up. "Shall we get to  painting that volcano?" She asked. 

"Good idea," I said. We both walked into the spare bedroom in the house. We dug through a lot of drawers that my mom filled with a bunch of crafting stuff. Ever since we got the house cleaned and our whole lives practically changes, she got into the habit of crafting a lot, so she had a lot of crafting stuff. 

"Got some," Emma pulled out a bottle of brown paint. 

"Sweet, now we need paint brushes," I said. We looked in a few more drawers and got two that we could use. We walked back out the the kitchen and started to paint making small talk. 

"Look," Emma said pointing at the side of the volcano that she was working on. I looked at what she was talking about and smiled. She painted E+T=<3 . She looked at me and smiled. I sat back in my chair and started to paint again. "Do you think this is going to work out?" Emma asked me. I looked up at her. 

"Of course I do," I said. 

"What makes you so sure?" She asked me. 

"Because Emma, If you have liked me as much as I have liked you, and as long as I have, you would know too. That everyday we will be happy together and always want to spend the day together. That we would have never ending conversations together and be right there in the middle of the night together for each other when one of us has nightmares. I know that it will work because I love you Emma, I've been wanting to say that for you don't know how many years now?" 

"I feel the same way," Emma smiled at me.