James moved to the swing beside her but was slow to get on and get moving. Whatever floated his boat though. Sasha couldn't say if she had a real favorite season, they were all good in their own way. London hardly got warm, it was pretty much submerged in three seasons so whenever they got a glimpse of summer, it was terrific. James then asked about school subjects and she made a face. He liked her worst subject. She never knew how people liked that stuff, numbers were hard and to hew knowledge, they would only get harder. Still, she gave a nod when he mentioned that his father was also good at it and worked for the government.
That explained it.
Her brain wasn't wired like that though.
"I'm not very good at math, so I kinda hate it." She said. "You'll have to help me." She laughed a little. "I love English and Art, guess I'm into creative stuff and don't like Science and numbers." Sasha figured. She kept swinging but slowed down so she wasn't going too high or fast, if she was, it would make for annoying conversation. The girl looked back over at James, he seemed like the type who was into the things she couldn't begin to comprehend. In a sense, they were near polar opposites.
And still, they were able to talk about fun things like games and seasons.
Giving a bit of a shrug, she looked back up at the wide open sky. "What if you helped me in math and I help with someone you don't like." That way it worked out for them both. And Sasha was all about making sure everyone was happy, that things were fair among everyone. She had only heard her parents talk about the unrest overseas but to her it wasn't a big deal.
They were safe on their little island of sorts.
"I think when the new year starts, we could even walk to-" She was cut off by her parents calling them over. It seemed like they were being called over because things were wrapping up. She noticed the blue sky was now turning a bit more gray and foreboding. And they knew rain would be on its way soon enough. Sasha jumped off the swing and let out a sigh. "The sun couldn't last forever..." She shrugged and headed back with James.
She helped his family clean up and then waved to her own family before she went off to hop in the car with James and his brother who mentioned wanting to go out and see a movie before dinner. Sasha glanced out the window as they made the very short drive back into their gated neighborhood. For a moment, a bundle of nerves tangled themselves in her stomach. She had never been to a boy's house before. What would it be like?
They parked and she slowly got out, reminding herself to be polite and helpful. "Thank you for inviting me." She said as they gathered up the picnic things and headed inside. Down the street, she spotted her parents unpacking the car as well. Sasha just looked to James and followed him inside. She wasn't a little kid anymore, she could have different friends and not worry about it right? School hadn't started yet and she didn't have to worry about what others thought.
Why should she anyway?
"So what did you wanna do?" She asked James. "Any games we can play?"
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