The happiness that she felt when it had anything to do with Ayden, couldn't be compared to anything. There's this feeling that a person has when he or she feels loved and the universe is nothing but supportive of the person. That was Ingrid's current situation. She missed her brother too, and the universe compensated his absence with Ayden's lovely charisma that washed her away like a turtle's hatchling into the wild ocean, only that this ocean of life was kind enough to her. She bit her lip in the process as she lost herself in her wild thoughts. Ayden was here, and she wasn't going to undergo all the hardships on her own.
"Hey, isn't that enough zoning now?" Freya pulled her away from her fantasy land, pen in her hand as she busily scribbled thins down. Ingrid rolled over and lay on her chest and looked at her. The weather was just too friendly today.
"You don't know how deep I'm in love with this guy. Some guys would have literally walked away from the pregnancy. Ayden's just different."
"If he was older than you he would behave more like the jerky guys we all know that exist out there." She said as she continued to draw.
"What do you mean? Ayden is not like other guys. He's charming and sweet and loving and understanding." Her cheeks became redder.
Freya sighed. "You're older and that makes you be in control of your relationship. He's younger and he can't help himself but follow the rules."
"This relationship is based on trust. Not rules." Ingrid sounded as if she was hurt.
Freya shrugged. "I don't know but from my point of view, any eleventh-grade boy dating a girl older and in a higher grade than her... to me that seems like luck. Beautiful luck!"
"Oh please Freya, you're just being jealous." Ingrid muttered.
"Me? Jealous?" She snarled.
"Yes?" Ingrid answered. "I mean isn't it too obvious?"
"Jealous? Of what?" Freya shrieked.
"That you don't have a relationship... with me," Ingrid muttered.
Freya shrugged silently and kept drawing. Ingrid crawled to where she was. Freya hid what she was drawing instantly when she noticed her approaching. Her plaited hanging rows swayed against her face, and her lilac eyes dazzled when they met Ingrid's. She pressed the book against herself further and tried to deny Ingrid from accessing it.
"Come on let me see," Ingrid told her, nudging her playfully. "What is it?"
"No, you know I hate it when people see my drawings when I'm not through with them," Freya answered her shaking her head in the process. She bit her lip.
"Freya, please. I wanna see."
"No!" She pressed it more firmly against her body. Ingrid raised her brows and looked at her filling her cheeks with air. Her frown looked funny. Freya shook her head once again. "You won't tempt me with that look on your face, Ingrid." Ingrid snarled and looked around. No one was near them. She turned to Freya again and smirked. She dug in so fast at her and kissed her. Freya froze as her eyes remained open to the sudden invasion. She felt her mouth against Ingrid's as they convoluted against each other consensually. She let her guard down immediately and Ingrid snatched the book away from her and she retracted from her lips. They exchanged some long gazes after she had pulled away.
"Did so!" Ingrid told her sarcastically and bit her lip. She looked at the book below. "Oh my god, Freyaaaaaa!" She gasped. She turned back to her and shook her head, mouth still agape. Freya only managed a shrug as she was still lost in the earlier kiss. "You didn't draw this!" She said, still shell shocked. In the page, Freya had drawn Ingrid to the best she could, and her herself beside her, and they were dressed in what appeared to be wedding veils on their hair.
"How is it?" Freya finally managed to talk.
"It's awesome," Ingrid said. Freya was a really good artist. "I mean the drawing. Not the message you're trying to put across."
"I'm glad you loved one of the two." Freya said as she chuckled.
"But Freya, I told you to stop thinking about me, like this." Ingrid shrugged at her, still grazing her eyes at the page.
"I know..." Freya cried out. "But Ingrid I'm trying. I am really trying." She scoffed. "I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with the situation if I cannot stay away from you. You're making this difficult for me."
"Me?" Ingrid asked, with her eyebrows drawn closer. "How?"
"The way you are... and everything... I dunno? You've just kissed me. That's all too confusing to me you know."
"I've kissed you because you made me to," Ingrid answered her, "now I guess the debt is paid."
"What debt?" Freya asked. Her lilac eyes shimmered harmoniously with the way her sleek eyebrows had been drawn closer.
"For helping me with the yesterday thing," Ingrid answered her.
"I told you I didn't want you to pay me back for that."
"I know you wanted that kiss. Stop sounding so innocent Freya." Ingrid sounded angry.
Freya rolled her eyes in return. "You don't get to do that! Okay?" She snarled back at Ingrid and caught her arm tightly. "Look at me!" She was almost shouting at her. "I'm a girl with feelings just like you, Ingrid. You don't get to play with my feelings like that!"
"Why does it even matter?" Ingrid asked her, struggling to get Freya's choking hand away from her arm. "Freya you're hurting me."
"Why does it even matter?" Freya snarled, tears tempting to come out. "Ingrid, you don't get to play with my feelings like that, okay?" She finally shed a tear. Ingrid instantly realized that she was being serious. "I don't want you to kiss me as a payment. I don't want you to kiss me so that you can make me feel good and leave my mind lost in wild thoughts about you. I don't want you to kiss me so that you can play with my mind!" She snuffed and wiped off her tear with her thumb and pushed away from the hanging plaited row. "I want you to kiss me because you mean it because you like me or anything." She told her in a hefty voice.
Ingrid mumbled softly at her, "Freya I told you that we can never..."
"So stop giving me second thoughts then!" Freya snapped. She took the book back hastily. "Leave me to be with my own wild thoughts! At least they are not hurting!" She stood as if to go. Ingrid stood up immediately Freya was on her feet. Freya started walking away but Ingrid grabbed her hand incognito and pulled her close to her. She embraced her in a sudden quick hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ingrid told her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Freya relaxed when she had her locked in her arms. "We're sisters and we're not supposed to be angry at each other." She brushed Freya's ponytail from her back. "I'll never repeat it again." Freya was breathing hard.
"It's okay," Freya told her, calming her way into her embrace. She chuckled. "I didn't know you cared this much."
"Can we just remain quiet and hug each other for a while?" Ingrid joked. Freya nodded and continued to hug her even more. They breathed in, allowing themselves to relax. After a minute or so, they were pulled away by a girl behind them. They both turned around to see Madison looking at them with a table tennis bat in her hand.
"Um, Freya, care for a match?" Madison asked, feeling so pumped for some more action. Freya looked at Ingrid as if she was trying to communicate something with her.
"It's okay." Ingrid assured her. "Go have fun." She smirked.
"Will you be alright here, all on your own?" Freya asked. The field before them looked pretty clear. There were some girls taking laps around the basketball court to their farthest left, probably warming themselves for a training session. Ingrid skimmed and she couldn't find anything interesting to hold her back. Ayden had gone off to the karate class and she had no one important to talk to.
"You know what?" Ingrid told them. "Let's go. I wanna see who'll beat who today." They chuckled playfully. "I'm right behind you two."
She walked back to her phone that was lying on the grass a few meters from them. When she stood up after finally picking it up, she noticed Madison and Freya walking together, with Freya's arm wrapped around Madison's waist and she had leaned on Madison's shoulder too. She smiled at the scenery before her. And then her eyes stared at the belly below. She placed her hand once again and smiled. She walked slowly towards them, hands still locked on her belly. Her warm smile slowly turned into a cork tight frown and her eyes started to sting. She whimpered a bit and wiped the tears at the edge of her eyes that had no chance to get farther down her cheeks.
"Stop crying." She told herself once more. "You know this is the right thing to do..."