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The Lego House


“Bravo! That was amazing!”

Mrs. Zee led the room in clapping her hands for Judah and I as we finished performing our last scene. She fished out a tissue paper from her purse and wiped the side of her eyes.

“I just love how natural you two are. Such a great chemistry, wouldn’t you all agree?” she said again, turning to Hallee and the audience.

“Yes. It almost feels as if it’s real and not acting,” Hallee shot me a suspicious look, but even through the suspicion I could see her tearing up a little.

“Great practice everyone! We are right on schedule for the performance on Christmas eve. Remember, there’s no rehearsals this week because it’s thanksgiving. We’ll pick up where we left off the following week,” Mrs. Zee announced to everyone in the auditorium, dismissing today’s theater club practice.

“Great job you two, keep it up. I can see an Oscar in your near future,” Mrs. Zee winked to Judah and I as she made her way past us.

“I guess skipping school for all that extra practice paid off, huh?” Hallee nudged my arm playfully and I just swatted her elbow.

“What did you say Hallee? You’re excited for thanksgiving?” I said loudly, hoping to drown Hallee’s previous remark so Mrs. Zee wouldn’t hear us.

“Ha-ha,” she rolled her eyes at me. “So, will your dad be back for thanksgivings this year?” she said again.

“No, he’s still in deployment. He’ll be back by Christmas though, hopefully,” I replied.

“My dad’s not gonna make it back this year either,” Hallee sighed. Same as mine, her dad was also in the Navy and was currently being deployed.

“Chicks with daddy issues,” Judah muttered to Gabe, who was standing right behind us. Hallee and I glared at him and he just smiled innocently.

“What about you? Any plans for thanksgivings?” Gabe said to Judah.

“Nah, my mom had to work double shift at the diner,” Judah replied.

“What? But it’s thanksgiving?” Gabe protested and Judah just shrugged.

The image of Judah sitting alone in his house came to mind, and that didn’t sit well with me.

“Hey, do you wanna come to my house for thanksgivings?” I said to Judah, and I noticed Gabe and Hallee exchanging glances at each other.

“My mom made the greatest pies. I made okay stuffing. And you’ve met my brother, Kai. My Uncle Peter and my cousin Ryder’s gonna be there too,”

“Will y’all have those rice balls there too?”

“I guess that could be arranged,”

“Cool, count me in,” he grinned brightly before heading for the door.

Hallee shot me an uneasy look but I just ignored her. She was eyeing me as if I had some underlying motives for inviting Judah. Pulling me to the side, she whispered to me, “so, did you end up making up with Blake?”

“No. Not yet. He’s been calling and I’ve been ignoring him,”

“Do you even want to make up with Blake?”

“Of course I do! But I want him to take actions. Not just calling me and saying sorry and all that. I need prove that he actually cares for me,”

“Right. And in the meantime, you and Judah are...”

“Are nothing! You know our deal, we’re just... eating cake,”

Hallee took a deep breath and sighed.

“What?” I snorted.

“Taya, listen to me. In Romeo and Juliet, there’s a comic figure and his name is Mercutio. Turns out, Mercutio is more than just a comic and he was such an interesting character that Shakespeare removes him in Act III because he threatens to overpower Romeo’s character in personality and importance,” she rambled on suddenly.

“So? Why are you telling me all that?” I asked, giving her a puzzled look.

“I’m just saying, be careful,” she said simply and walked away, leaving me to own thoughts.

What on earth does that even mean?


Something must have gone wrong in my brain.

I hadn’t been using, hadn’t been drinking, hadn’t been fighting—that much. Things that used to get me pumped didn’t have an effect on me anymore. It was like I woke up one day, and I just didn’t feel like doing all that shit anymore.


For the first time in a long time, I was starting to feel different. For the first time in my life, I actually felt alive.

And the reason behind all that might just be...

“Judah!” Blondie beamed at me as soon as she opened her front door.

“Come on in!” she grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me right in.

I could smell the delicious scent of warm home-cooked meals as soon as I entered the house. They had thanksgiving decorations hanging up, some old music playing on the stereo, cooking noises coming from the kitchen, and the sound video games coming from the living room. The house felt so alive.

“This is my Uncle Peter,” Blondie gestured to the middle-aged man walking by us. “Uncle Peter, this is my friend, Judah,”

The man had a polo shirt on and khakis, and I could just picture him going on sailing trips on a yacht or playing golf for a hobby.

“Sir,” I gave my hand out to him.

“You can just call me Peter,” he spoke warmly, taking my hand.

“And that’s my mom,” Blondie excitedly pulled me towards the kitchen, where a beautiful lady with dark hair was busy manning the oven.

“Mrs. Williams,” I held out my hand to her.

“Alana. You must be Judah, Taya’s told me so much about you,” she said, taking my hand.

She did? What did she say about me?

“Mom!” Blondie hissed. “Let’s go over here,” she peeled me away from her mother’s eyes hastily.

Her mom was a beauty and Blondie definitely had her looks.

I was then brought to the living room, where Kai and another dude were playing video game on the couch. The other dude had this sleeve of tattoos running down his arms. Once he noticed me coming in, his eyes cold eyes darted to Blondie’s hand on my arm.

“You’ve met my brother Kai, and that’s Ryder, my cousin,”

There was something seriously intimidating about the way this Ryder dude was looking at me, I almost wanted to call him ‘Sir’.

“Hey,” I said instead.

“’Sup?” Kai gave me a short nod before returning back to his game.

“Who the fuck is this?” Tattooed-guy spoke.

“This is my friend, Judah, he’s joining us for Thanksgiving,” Blondie beamed. “Be nice to him!”

“Friend? Really?” he scoffed.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and he probably could tell that Taya and I were just bullshiting him.

“Yes Ry, I can be friends with a guy, and it’s totally fine,” Blondie interjected.

Ryder looked at her and back to me. Finally, he let out a low chuckle and shook his head as he said, “There’s no way you two are just friends,”

“But we totally are, though. Tell him, Judah!” Blondie said defensively.

“We do have some sort of an arrangement; we’re friends that kiss each other, but it’s strictly for educational purposes. We’re doing it for this Christmas’ theater production,” I blurted and Blondie’s jaw fell to the floor.

“But, I can see how you’d get wary,” I nodded my head at Ryder and turned to Blondie, “I’m a special case, okay Blondie? This won’t happen with any other guy. There’s no way that other guys in my shoes would be willing to just be your friend,” Blondie’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

I turned my head to Ryder and mouthed, “I keep telling her that,”

Ryder didn’t immediately warm up to me, but I could sense that he was loosening up a little.

“Alright, he can stay for dinner,” Ryder muttered as he turned his head back to the game. “At least he’s fucking honest,”

“Whatever, you two are dumb!” Blondie rolled her eyes as if she didn’t care, but I could tell that she did. And she was relieved to see Ryder’s reaction.

“Let’s go see the rest of the house,” she ordered, pulling me away from the living room.

Blondie continued giving me a tour around her house. There were a lot of family pictures and photos of her dad in his Navy uniform on the walls, everywhere. I suppose they must’ve missed the man a lot around here.

“And this is my room,” Blondie gestured to the room at the end of the halls.

I pushed the door open and walked right in. Blondie followed behind me.

“Cute,” I noted. “Very virgin-like,”

She smacked my arm playfully and I laughed. I noted how her cheeks flared up and it made me wonder if she was, in fact, a virgin.

Blondie’s room was just your typical girly room. She had lavender-colored wallpaper on there, fairy lights all around, and a whole collage of pictures on the wall. I noticed that in her older pictures, her hair wasn’t blonde.

“Nice pigtails. So, that’s your natural hair color, huh?” I commented at a picture of her with Kai and Ryder. She was maybe around ten years old, and they were sitting at the beach, laughing to the camera.

“I’m sorry about Ryder. Just ignore him, he’s just being... himself,” she breathed as she rolled her eyes dramatically. “I promise the rest of my family are normal people,”

“Nah, it’s cool. I kinda like your cousin. Actually, I like your entire family,” I smiled and she gave me a puzzled look.

“I must admit, it felt real nice. Feeling like you’re part of something. Feeling like you belong somewhere. To be honest, I’m kinda jealous,”

I didn’t know why I suddenly said all those things to her. Maybe because I never really had a family of my own. I never had a wall full of pictures, or a thanksgiving dinner to go to.

Blondie was staring at me deeply with those chocolate brown eyes. When I opened up to people before, all I got was either a judging look or a pitiful look. That look she gave me was neither.

It was as if she said that she understood. And that she cared.

Kiss her.

Before I could stop myself, my hand had reached out to her face, pulling her close to mine. It was a split second decision, and I just had to take that chance.

I was holding onto her like she was my lifeline. I didn’t want to let go and I didn’t want to stop. She kissed me back, hot and feverishly. I slipped my tongue in her as we closed the distance between our bodies. Somehow we just melted into one another, with my hand holding her back and her hand gripping onto my chest.

Blondie and I had kissed many, many times already. And yes, I had gotten hard before—but that was only a man’s natural reaction to physical touch. But lately, I was starting to feel a different kind of reaction to her touch.

There was something about the way she kissed me, something about the way she looked into my eyes—I couldn’t explain it. All I knew was...

I wanted her. I needed her. More than the air I breathe.

I tightened my grip around her, pressing her even closer to me. She writhed underneath my touch, but she didn’t stop kissing me back. Instead her hands gripped my chest even stronger.

I pulled away slightly from her lips and my mouth landed on her neck. She gasped and her breath hitched at the contact. I brushed her hair aside and breathed her in, before sucking on the soft skin below her neck. She smelled so fucking divine.

My hands began to trail her lean figure—from her back, down to her waist, and to her thighs. My finger was holding onto the hem of her dress, slowly lifting them up from her knees, when—

“Taya! The turkey’s ready!” we heard her mom’s sudden yell coming from downstairs and we pulled away instantly.

Both of us were panting as were all out of breath. She took a few deep breaths to gain her composure back, and so did I.

“I, um, needa check on the turkey,”

“I-uh, gonna go out for a smoke,”

We said it almost at the same time. She smiled sheepishly and I gave her a quick awkward kiss on the cheek before we walked out of the room.

What the hell was that? That was definitely not just kissing.

Trying to shove away any weird thoughts on what just happened, I made my way over to the backyard as Blondie went to help her mom in the kitchen. I leaned my body against the tall tree as I grabbed a fresh new cigarette from my jacket pocket. Through the big glass window, I could see the entire dining area from over here.

I took a long drag of my cigarette and felt the smoke filled with lungs as I watched Blondie laugh away to something Kai and Ryder had said. Her mom walked in and placed the giant turkey on the table. Peter followed soon after with the carving knifes. It felt like I was watching some kind of a family TV show. It was truly a sight to see.

For the longest time, I just stood there and stared. I could feel my cigarette burning to its end on my hand, but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel like taking the last drag either.

My chest felt full somehow. And no, it wasn’t because of the smoke.

Damn Blondie, what the fuck did you do to me?

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