Artemis was carrying popcorn. I had drinks in my hand. No alcohol, You never knew with Bats. Megan made other stuff flow to the TV while she carried the precious pies. The guys looked up. They were sitting like I remember, Connor was sitting against the sofá and the chair, legs spread on the floor. Kaldur was sitting on a chair (). Robin and Wally were sitting each at the other side of the couch. They had moved the chair against the couch. Wally hanged over the couch, grinning like a big happy idiot. “So you came Arty.” She just smiled back, jumped over the couch, letting herself land seguinte to him. “Mine popcorn.” I winked at Wally. He winked back, while he went to sit again but this time different. His hand went around Artemis waist pulling her closer. “I also want some.” Robin opened his mouth to say something mean. But for this one time Kaldur thought quick throwing the DVD to him. To prevent him for saying anything. “Robin. you choose, so you put it on.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Robin. This was my chance. I moved closer to Megan, before whispering. “You should be a performer. You‘re good.” Her eyes pierce straight in to mine. “Aren’t we all performers?” I stared back. “Just don’t betray me. Or them.” Her eyes that looked so cold, became soft. “Never.” That wasn’t an act nor a lie. “Apple-pie. He let you take also a bite of.” She tilt her head a little bit, she probably didn’t understood how I knew that. I put the drinks on the table. Megan smiled at me giving me the chocolate pie. She flowed or jumped, straight between Connor’s legs. She sat down, leaning against him while holding the pie up. I decided to change my view, sitting down on the couch. “Hey! That is my place!” My eyes found his shades. Disappointment washed through me. Still wearing shades. “You may sit here. IF. I may lean against you.” I send mais than twenty curses to that shade. His mock smile greeted them. “That is fine with me.” Or eyes/shade stayed locked.
Connor POV:
“Are we going to watch or what?” Connor took another bite of the pie. Deliciousness filled his mouth. Megan had since she started cooking burned most of her comida she prepared. Or they taste, like Robin said, Shit. But the first time she made torta de maçã it was perfect. It tasted abnormally good. Her back that was leaning against me, was warm. She had laid her head on my shoulder. Every mover I made. Every piece of pie that disappeared in my mouth. She saw that. Her brown warm eyes, that were filled with joy, had something else in it. In one of my conversations I had with Rachel, we were discussing love. She said that you can see amor everywhere. But if you want to make sure it isn’t fake love, then you should look in someone eyes. I remember that I asked why. She answered that one simple. Ones a great person said, “That the eyes are the windows to the soul.”.
“Does it taste good?” A gentle whisper, breaks through my memories. Megan looked at the TV. I could clearly see the blush on her face. I leaned my head to her ear. “I amor you.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Robin. This was my chance. I moved closer to Megan, before whispering. “You should be a performer. You‘re good.” Her eyes pierce straight in to mine. “Aren’t we all performers?” I stared back. “Just don’t betray me. Or them.” Her eyes that looked so cold, became soft. “Never.” That wasn’t an act nor a lie. “Apple-pie. He let you take also a bite of.” She tilt her head a little bit, she probably didn’t understood how I knew that. I put the drinks on the table. Megan smiled at me giving me the chocolate pie. She flowed or jumped, straight between Connor’s legs. She sat down, leaning against him while holding the pie up. I decided to change my view, sitting down on the couch. “Hey! That is my place!” My eyes found his shades. Disappointment washed through me. Still wearing shades. “You may sit here. IF. I may lean against you.” I send mais than twenty curses to that shade. His mock smile greeted them. “That is fine with me.” Or eyes/shade stayed locked.
Connor POV:
“Are we going to watch or what?” Connor took another bite of the pie. Deliciousness filled his mouth. Megan had since she started cooking burned most of her comida she prepared. Or they taste, like Robin said, Shit. But the first time she made torta de maçã it was perfect. It tasted abnormally good. Her back that was leaning against me, was warm. She had laid her head on my shoulder. Every mover I made. Every piece of pie that disappeared in my mouth. She saw that. Her brown warm eyes, that were filled with joy, had something else in it. In one of my conversations I had with Rachel, we were discussing love. She said that you can see amor everywhere. But if you want to make sure it isn’t fake love, then you should look in someone eyes. I remember that I asked why. She answered that one simple. Ones a great person said, “That the eyes are the windows to the soul.”.
“Does it taste good?” A gentle whisper, breaks through my memories. Megan looked at the TV. I could clearly see the blush on her face. I leaned my head to her ear. “I amor you.”