#momsbrak

" DO YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF? ” Frank asked all but CURIOUS after he took a sip of the lemonade that Sonia had brought him. One that she usually brought him after he took care of her family’s yard. But, he had never thought to ask really. Just thanked her and smiled, maybe asked how she was. It wasn’t usually anything MORE THAN THAT really. He tried at first, but as his parents would often mutter ‘rzucać grochem o ścianę’, it hardly worked, he was kinda ignored. But, the two didn’t really KNOW EACH OTHER that well, just of each other from church. He couldn’t blame her for being quiet. Frank had only landed the little job because his father had overheard her parents discussing that they needed some help - and, well, you grab the chance when it’s in your face apparently.

FRANK TILTED HIS HEAD, looked at Sonia with a smile. Soft and lazy. Fingers ran through her hair slowly, lightly. It was SOOTHING for Frank in some kinda way, settled him just that little bit. Not that he really had anything to worry about, not in the GRAND SCHEME of things. Perhaps maybe in a minor sense, more so when facing feelings that he had. Feelings that were easier to write down in POETIC VERSES, in UNDELIVERED LETTERS and all that bullshit. But, actually saying it was hard. The words just repeating in his head as he held her close. He had been thinking about it for WEEKS, figuring out how to confess it.

“ Yeah... Yeah, I LOVE YOU. Sonia Mary Peterson, I fuckin’ love you. ”