The last person he looks at

   I smile as my friends’ laughter reached my ears.  Doing chores or making meals was never not fun when I could at least hear people talking and laughing.  This moment was no exception.  I finish putting the chicken in the oven, then turn to make the salad.  
   While waiting for the meat to finish baking, I scoot closer to the high counter everyone was leaning against, looking at pictures and videos that the oldest son of the family was showing them.
   “Here, let me move over a little.”
   “Oh thanks,” I say, giving the tall, light brown haired boy a quick smile.  Even now, though, my shoulder was gently touching his.  
   Big deal, my brain whispers to me.
   I clear my throat, trying to push the thoughts away.  Since yesterday, visiting this family and having this certain friend over too, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him.  The way he made sure I had a blanket when I commented about being chilled while watching ‘The Dark Knight Rises’.  The way he asked how my Mama was feeling.  The way he whispered to me during the movie even after everyone else said ‘no commentary’.  The way he asked to take a picture with me on the group’s walk on the beach.  Small things like that had made him distracting to me.  But any further notions were ridiculous, so I just prayed that these random crazy thoughts would just stop already.
   Dinner was soon ready.  I wondered if he would sit next to me, but, with a small pang of sadness, I notice he sits in the chair two spaces down from me.
   “Can we make cookies after dinner?” little Lucy asks me.
   “Oh sure!  Chocolate chip?”
   She nods eagerly.  I smile.
   Finishing dinner quickly (though I had second servings of chicken...), I clean the kitchen a little and then set to making cookies with Lucy.  While I had been making dinner, the rest of the teenagers had been sitting at the counter, but now, they all migrate to the back schoolroom, their voices and laughter out of reach to my ears.
   I can still have fun baking with a nine year old, I reprimand myself.  You don’t need your peers nearby.
   Or him.
   “Need any help?”
   I look up, slightly startled by his voice.  A voice that had randomly become a favorite over the last couple days.  It had such a deep, soothing tone.  “Oh hi.  Uh, no, I think we’re fine.”
   “This butter is hard,” Lucy says, as she makes a face trying to smash the butter and mix it with the brown sugar.
   “Here, I can help,” he says, moving around the counter and coming to stand next to me.
   “Where’s everyone else?” I asked, even though I knew the answer already.
   “They’re watching some videos, I think.”
   “You can go be with them.  Lucy and I can do this...really.”  I add the last word as he makes a move to mix the cookie dough.
   “We have a hand mixer,” Lucy pipes up.  “But I think one of the twister things is broken.”
   “Twister things?” I smiled at her.  “Let me see it.” 
   She jumps down from her perch on a tall stool and goes to find the hand mixer.  Bringing it back promptly, with both ‘twister things’ in hand, she hands it to him to figure out how to make it work.
   “I don’t think this’ll be usable with just one, uh, twister thing.” He smiles at Lucy.
   “We can just use a fork,” I suggest, getting one out of the drawer.
   “Well I can try the hand mixer with just one.”  He proceeds to plug it in and then stands behind me, one of his arms around my right shoulder.  I didn’t realize what he was going to do until he turned it on the low setting.
   I quickly stepped away from the counter with a small gasp.  “What are you doing?  Using me as a shield?”
   “Yup, from the cookie dough.” He laughs.
   I smile.  “Whatever.  Here just use the fork.”  I hold it out to him.  
   Lucy is still giggling.
   Through a series of mixing, smashing and pounding the ingredients together (the unsoftened butter wasn’t helping much), we finally get a presentable looking amount of cookie dough ready to be placed on baking sheets.  Laughter wasn’t made scarce in the small kitchen.  Every time he laughed, I laughed.  Whenever he smiled, I couldn’t keep a smile off my face either.
   “Okay, here, everyone can have a little bit of dough,” I say as I pinch some off and distribute it to him, Lucy, and another boy from the family who had decided to ‘help’ with the cooking making.
   “I like cookie dough more than the actual baked cookies,” he says.
   “Me too!  I’d eat the whole bowl instead of baking all of it.”
   He nods, a mischievous grin on his face.
   “No,” I say, reading his mind.  “Sorry, but we’re baking these.”
   “Well, I have to get going actually, so you all enjoy the baked cookies without me.”
   He leaves the kitchen to go get his coat and a little part of me feels that twinge of sadness again.  I was going home tomorrow, so this was the last time I’d be seeing him for...at least, another couple months.
   I try to get my mind off of that fact by busying myself with getting the cookie dough ready on the baking sheets.  He comes back to the kitchen, after saying goodbye to everyone else.
   “Goodbye,” he tells me, and I move closer to give him a hug.  He smells good.
   “ ‘Bye,” I say.  “Drive safe.”
   “Okay, thanks,” he smiles as he walks to the door.  “It was good seeing you again.”  
   “Yeah, same here,” I nod, then turn away, pretending to be cleaning whatever I could find.  I didn’t want to see him leave.
   Some more family members had drifted into the kitchen and living room area and I listen to their conversation as I clean the cookie mess.  A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the door.  He pokes his head in.
   “What’s up?” someone asks him.
   “I forgot something - in the back room, I think.”
   I give him a small insignificant smile as he walks by.  He returns a second later, with nothing in his hand I see. 
   “What’d you forget?” I ask.
   “Oh I guess I didn’t!” he smiles, opening the door.
   This time my eyes didn’t leave his face.
   “ ‘Bye,” he says, closing the door slowly.

   I was the last person he looks at.


  1. awwww! this is so sweet! true? xx

  2. I was 'awww-ing' the whole way through :)
    Soooo sweet! Love this post, thanks for sharing ;)
    If this actually happened, I'm thinking of you! :) I know what you're feeling :(

    *big hug*

  3. Awesome! I love it. Did this really happen?

  4. :) i can vaguely relate with this. whenever it's time to say goodbye, it's usually when he's leaving too. i'm his last goodbye & the last face. ;) xoxo, sweet raquel.

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  6. This is beautiful! I'm not exactly sure if this is real, or part of one of your novels, but either way it was beautiful, and I couldn't stop reading!! :)

  7. I love how well you have described the feelings I've also felt before. So sweetly written, Raquel dear. :)

  8. This is so freakin cute! I'm smiling as I read this :)

  9. This is the sweetest thing!

  10. Okay this was really cute! But were you talking about yourself, or is this part of a story you're writing?? :)


  11. I love this!! You're such a good writer!!

  12. Wow. I usually hate reading mushy stuff like this, but you had me on the edge of my seat! Is this real, or what?? Good writing!!

  13. Love this, Raquel! I was gushing all the way through it. ;) So sweet. AND I'm gonna ask too--is this real, or fiction? ;) Lovely writing, darling, and I simply love this story. Too sweet.


  14. Whoa! Did that really happen? Too sweet, like everyone else, I was 'awwwww, sweet!' all the way through! =)

  15. Aww!! Adorable!! <3


  16. Oh my gosh. I loved this. Read it like four times. Now I will be nosey. Is this real? :)

  17. I teared up. This happened to me once. I miss that person. He's so different now....