Cyn: Welcome to my humble abode (I open and enter the door to my apartment and switch on the lights, with Erica behind me)
Erica: Cute, real cute! (closing the door behind me and giving the sitting room a quick glance. Simple but very unique furniture) You are one neat person! (I observe)
Cyn: Thanks…am a neat freak. Just to get that out there!
Erica: Well, am not one to judge so…get your freak on, girl!
Cyn: I could give you a tour if you’d like (I slip out of my heels and wear house slippers and give Erica a pair as she also slips out of her shoes. I walk towards the kitchen and put water in the kettle and switch it on. After all, we did come up to my place for a cup of hot chocolate, didn’t we?)
Erica: Yes, I’d love a tour
Cyn: First, as you can see, this is my kitchen…where I can cook up a delicious meal like in no time!
Erica: Oh, really? That sounds like an invite!
Cyn: No, Erica, that wasn’t. I was simply saying I can cook up a delicious meal…nothing more! (smiling)
Erica: Well, from where I stand I heard like it was an open invite to prove that you’re a good cook. What? You not as good a cook as you claim to be? Is that it? (asking her smiling)
Cyn: Nooo, that’s not it…it was just a statement. But if you really want me to cook you something one of these days, you just have to ask! (I respond with a chuckle)
Erica: OK. Yo, Ms. Santana. Word on the street is that you’s a great cook. So, how about you cook me up a good meal and then we can just kick it (talking with an accent and acting it out like a guy…and trying not to laugh at the same time)
Cyn: (Laughing uncontrollably) You are too much! Fine, you win…I’ll cook up something and invite you over!
Erica: Finally! Phew! (that was easy enough…I think!)
Cyn: Haha. So do you still want a tour?
Erica: Yes, please…after you! (signaling her to walk ahead of me. Am curious to see her bedroom…)
Cyn: OK. Right this way. Well, here’s my bedroom with the bathroom right over there
Erica: Nice. Firm! (as I sit on her bed and bounce a bit on it. I wonder which side of the bed she likes to sleep on. When will I get the chance to sleep over? I torture myself with curiosity)
Cyn: Ya, the mattress is actually of high density, very good to support…the…ahh…back of your body (what the f**k am I saying that for, why am I now nervous and why does my bedroom suddenly seem very small?)
Erica: Really? (Cyn is just standing there not even looking at me as am sitting on her bed. For some reason, I seem to be making her nervous and that amuses me. Maybe I do have a chance with her after all. But I promised not to push things…I know she will come around...my Mena charm always works.
Looking at her bed, I see a white, medium-sized huggy bear with an ‘I Love Rufus’ tag on it, partly covered by the bedcover. I wonder who gave that to her. Is she dating this bear-giving guy? Who the f**k is he? Come to think of it, we never really speak about her love-life. She usually avoids that topic whenever it comes up. I wonder why. Am already getting worked up thinking about some guy loving on my Cyn. I wanna know…but let me not force information out of her tonight coz I’ve also not been very honest with Cyn about my escapades, plus am having way too good of a time. And anyway, am the one with her now not this Rufus dude so let me not push it and have her hating me…and just enjoy my time with her. But we shall have a conversation of this and I will get answers.
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Fan Fiction: Erica Mena & Cyn Santana: HERstory
FanfictionLearning to love yourself is the greatest gift you can give yourself. People come into your life for a reason, for a season and some for a lifetime. Recognize which season you are in with each of them and know how to deal with them. If you love...