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smiled. "You look great. I hardly recognized you.
I'm guessing summer's been good to you."
"Yes, thanks. This is my friend
Tink."
She and Tink nodded politely, each
sizing up the other. Elise's dad called her back over so they could
start their game. She smiled at me and left.
"I was right. She seems very
nice."
I nodded and took my turn. I didn't
want to talk about Elise or anyone else today. I only wanted to be
with Tink. Thankfully, she dropped the subject.
After two games, we called it quits.
"Okay, Tink, how did bowling rate?"
"I loved it, except for the rented
shoes," she shuddered.
"I thought maybe we could go eat lunch
at my house. Sound good? Then we'll drain the rest of that bucket
list of yours."
"As a matter of fact, that's on my
list. I want to make a meal without using magic," she said as we
drove to my house.
I gathered all the ingredients for her
and she made chicken salad sandwiches. They had a little too much
mayo, but other than that they tasted pretty good.
"This is a lot of work for a five
minute meal," she said as we started cleaning up. "I should have
made peanut butter and jelly. They look a lot easier."
"They are. I picked chicken
salad because I wanted to see you sweat for a change," I teased.
She grabbed a grape from a bowl my mom
had set out that morning, and threw it at me. It only took two
seconds before a full-fledged grape fight broke out, and thirty
minutes to clean all the grapes up afterwards.
"Next, Ms. Tink?" I asked, tossing the
last of the abused fruit in the trash.
She looked at me and scrunched her
face while mumbling something.
"I didn't catch that."
She sighed. "I said I want
to play a game of Laser Wars with you." Her face turned bright red.
I laughed. "Are you
serious?"
"Yes, and stop laughing."
"Okay, but if we're going
to play Laser Wars , we'll need Spongy Crèmes."
I grabbed a box and we raced up the
stairs. She unwrapped a Spongy while I set the game up. Within
seconds she ran out of my room and into the bathroom. I followed
her down the hall and stood in front of the open door as she spit
out the Spongy Crème into the toilet.
"Those are disgusting. I can't believe
you eat them." She scooped a handful of water from the faucet and
rinsed her mouth out.
"Spongy's are the food of the god's,"
I declared nobly.
"Sick, deranged god's
maybe." We went back to my room and I beat her soundly at Laser Wars . I couldn't
decide what was more enjoyable, watching her face as she tried to
shoot Simon Crawford, or her screaming at the game when it didn't
respond the way she thought it should.
"That was a letdown," she
teased.
"How can I make it up to you?" I hoped
she'd ask me to kiss her; surely kissing was on her bucket list.
But she didn't.
"Ride a bike. Do you have any?" she
asked, her pretty green eyes wide with excitement.
"I believe my sister's old bike is in
the shed, mine too probably. Let's go see."
Tink practically skipped to the back
yard. I found the bikes and hosed the dust off them. Tink mastered
the bike within minutes.
"I can't believe how fast you picked
up on balancing," I said as we rounded the corner and pedaled to
the bike path that ran along the Erie Canal.
"It's a lot like flying," she pointed
out. I hadn't thought of that.
We rode along the path, racing the
second half. My legs were stronger thanks to all the exercising
she'd put me through the past months, but I let her win. Squealing
with delight, she jumped off the bike, leaned it against a tree,
and did a victory dance around it.
I stood and watched her celebrate. My
heart about broke knowing that soon she'd be little again and gone.
And I wouldn't even remember her.
She glanced over and stopped her party
of one. Coming over next to me, she placed her hand on my
cheek.
"What's wrong, Pete?"
I don't know what came over me. I
don't know if it was the hot sun, or seeing her delight at winning
the bike race, or the fact that my heart ached, but I kissed her.
It felt awkward and
I'm guessing summer's been good to you."
"Yes, thanks. This is my friend
Tink."
She and Tink nodded politely, each
sizing up the other. Elise's dad called her back over so they could
start their game. She smiled at me and left.
"I was right. She seems very
nice."
I nodded and took my turn. I didn't
want to talk about Elise or anyone else today. I only wanted to be
with Tink. Thankfully, she dropped the subject.
After two games, we called it quits.
"Okay, Tink, how did bowling rate?"
"I loved it, except for the rented
shoes," she shuddered.
"I thought maybe we could go eat lunch
at my house. Sound good? Then we'll drain the rest of that bucket
list of yours."
"As a matter of fact, that's on my
list. I want to make a meal without using magic," she said as we
drove to my house.
I gathered all the ingredients for her
and she made chicken salad sandwiches. They had a little too much
mayo, but other than that they tasted pretty good.
"This is a lot of work for a five
minute meal," she said as we started cleaning up. "I should have
made peanut butter and jelly. They look a lot easier."
"They are. I picked chicken
salad because I wanted to see you sweat for a change," I teased.
She grabbed a grape from a bowl my mom
had set out that morning, and threw it at me. It only took two
seconds before a full-fledged grape fight broke out, and thirty
minutes to clean all the grapes up afterwards.
"Next, Ms. Tink?" I asked, tossing the
last of the abused fruit in the trash.
She looked at me and scrunched her
face while mumbling something.
"I didn't catch that."
She sighed. "I said I want
to play a game of Laser Wars with you." Her face turned bright red.
I laughed. "Are you
serious?"
"Yes, and stop laughing."
"Okay, but if we're going
to play Laser Wars , we'll need Spongy Crèmes."
I grabbed a box and we raced up the
stairs. She unwrapped a Spongy while I set the game up. Within
seconds she ran out of my room and into the bathroom. I followed
her down the hall and stood in front of the open door as she spit
out the Spongy Crème into the toilet.
"Those are disgusting. I can't believe
you eat them." She scooped a handful of water from the faucet and
rinsed her mouth out.
"Spongy's are the food of the god's,"
I declared nobly.
"Sick, deranged god's
maybe." We went back to my room and I beat her soundly at Laser Wars . I couldn't
decide what was more enjoyable, watching her face as she tried to
shoot Simon Crawford, or her screaming at the game when it didn't
respond the way she thought it should.
"That was a letdown," she
teased.
"How can I make it up to you?" I hoped
she'd ask me to kiss her; surely kissing was on her bucket list.
But she didn't.
"Ride a bike. Do you have any?" she
asked, her pretty green eyes wide with excitement.
"I believe my sister's old bike is in
the shed, mine too probably. Let's go see."
Tink practically skipped to the back
yard. I found the bikes and hosed the dust off them. Tink mastered
the bike within minutes.
"I can't believe how fast you picked
up on balancing," I said as we rounded the corner and pedaled to
the bike path that ran along the Erie Canal.
"It's a lot like flying," she pointed
out. I hadn't thought of that.
We rode along the path, racing the
second half. My legs were stronger thanks to all the exercising
she'd put me through the past months, but I let her win. Squealing
with delight, she jumped off the bike, leaned it against a tree,
and did a victory dance around it.
I stood and watched her celebrate. My
heart about broke knowing that soon she'd be little again and gone.
And I wouldn't even remember her.
She glanced over and stopped her party
of one. Coming over next to me, she placed her hand on my
cheek.
"What's wrong, Pete?"
I don't know what came over me. I
don't know if it was the hot sun, or seeing her delight at winning
the bike race, or the fact that my heart ached, but I kissed her.
It felt awkward and
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