29 Trust 2 (1/2)

She wanted to end the discussion and comfort him but she steeled her heart because she wanted to know more, she needed to know more. She picked up the can of cold beer and gulped down the content.

”Slow down.” Carl said.

She picked up another can, wanting to drink it, he took it from her, drinking the content.

”You said you wanted to know about me, ask away.” His nervousness was long gone, his tensed shoulders had relaxed. He was so happy and so sad he wanted to cry. His emotions we're everywhere. 'She trusts me more than my own father.' He thought, lowering his eyes, he stared at the plate of chicken.

”I want to know everything about you but since I don't know what to ask, tell me.” She continued looking into his eyes. If there was one thing she knew, he was a very sincere person.

”My name is Carl Blackwood, I'm 21, my mom is late and I have a younger brother, his name is Ryan, he's my stepbrother actually. He's very good to me, you have a lot of similarities actually, bright, innocent eyes, beaming with curiosity. He loves to pester me too.” Carl said, chuckling, recalling times he found Ryan annoying for falling him around.

”I see you care about him too.”

”He's different.” He said simply.

”Actually, he got me my clothes, laptop and phone. He came to see me at the carwash the day I was kicked out.”

”Then, I'm thankful.” She said, smiling at him warmly.

”For?”

”He's on your side. So when is your birthday?”

”..14th of..May...” He said with his eyes lowered, waiting to be scolded by his parents.

She stared at him wide eyed.. ”You didn't think to tell me, because?”

”I didn't think it was important.” He said still looking down.

”Hey look at me, now I want to see your eyes.” She smirked. His eyes were still lowered, she put down the chicken she was holding, cleaned her hands with a napkin and immediately lifted his chin. She looked into his guilty eyes and asked, ”What kind of sister would I be if I don't even know your birthday?”

”Why would you think it isn't?” She questioned seriously.

”Ever since my mom died, I stopped celebrating it.. it's been so long I forgot.”

”Then we'll celebrate it together from now on.” She said, smiling at him.

”Tell me your dreams.” She said picking up another beer. He collected it and gulped it down. She glared at him. He began laughing, you're so cute. Hearing him, she became conscious of her self, she blushed.

”My dream..? nothing much, I guess to be able to live comfortably and happily with my family.”