"Remember that?" She said

its jumbled. grammar isn't my strong suit. sometimes i picture my brother and sister like this...kind of. sis, you may be more ridiculous and j you may actually say something different.   

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When she started she had such expectancy and joy!, “Do you remember the time we jumped on the trampoline so much the lemonade in our belly’s jostled and made us sick, and we could only collapse in grumbled laughter, and hold each other as the springs still gave way to out bodies? Remember that?”

He was across the table from her. He was very quiet. He certainly did not make eye contact. He kept his gaze down at the work in front of him. The corner of her mouth turned up with a laid back ease, still enjoying the memory.

“Remember the first time we walked around my neighborhood to look at Christmas lights? You brought me hot chocolate and a pack of candy canes because you knew I liked the taste of real peppermint better than the packaged stuff. You even found those ridiculous little marshmallows. Which you ate a lot more of. Throwing them up in the air, trying to impress me with how many you could catch in your mouth”

Still the top of his head was all she saw. These were beautiful moments in her life, lasting memories. And he penciled away. She cocked her head a little to the left and her smile became tense in the corners.

“I remember when you tried to write me that song on the piano. You were so bad,” She watched for a reaction “You plunked and laughed your way through it. Wildly throwing your hands in the air and then back down, your head cocked back for emphasis, banging out the chords. All of it to make me laugh because the notion that you would write me a real song might have been too much so soon. So you made references to our first dates and my trend of being fashionably late and how terrible I am at talking on the phone. Then you would throw in a line or two about my smile really being your favorite part because it implied so much. Or how much better I made you or something like that. You were such a dork then. Still are” She even tried a little shove here. Nothing.

Her intent was now aggressive, “Remember when you spilled your stupid coffee all over my mom the first time you met her. I don’t know why you were still holding it. But I know you couldn't blame it on nerves. They were always going to love you because I—” here she trailed off, “—so I know you weren’t nervous”

The man of course remained silent.

“Remember the argument you started last night? Remember how you were wrong and over thinking everything? Remember how awkward you felt because I didn't know what to say and I sat there waiting for you to make the realization finally. Remember how you are always the second one to know what’s going on and how I feel about you?”

She finally stopped. Now it was his turn. His head came up and his smile implied he had been holding something in and it was that last comment that truly got him. He sighed and looked at her holding her breath. He knew exactly how he felt about her.

“...Now you know how it feels” His smile was full. And wry. And playful. He had got her. Finally. Her mouth dropped open just a bit. She gasped inwards, bit her lower lip and slapped his arm with a scrunched nose and embarrassed cheeks. Her face was warm and she knew how she felt too.