"I'm always right" he smirked.
I had the greatest urge to kiss his smug, upturned lips then, but with great willpower, I resisted, and continued to admire his beauty again.
An idea then popped into my head.
"Hugo, can I draw you?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
I felt my face burn.
"Of course. Your drawings are amazing."
He didn't look horrified. Thank God.
"Awesome" I said softly, as he went back to skimming rocks.
The next day, we celebrated mum's last day of unemployment. We began to play game after game of Twister. On the last game, it was only Hugo and I left on the mat, and we were twisted beyond belief. I had to move my hand to red, and on doing so, I knocked us both over.
Hugo toppled on top of me and he burst out laughing.
And it was the first time I had ever seen him laugh. His face lit up, and his laugh was high pitched and giggly.
I began to laugh at his laugh, and before long we were both in tears, and he kept his warm body on top of mine.
Everyone had already made fun of us, with the exception of Clodagh, and left to the kitchen before we stopped laughing.
We giggled and chuckled, our eyes locked.
"That was fun" I grinned, raising my eyebrows.
"Cake?" he asked.
"Try and stop me."
He scrambled off of me, and I grabbed his sleeve as we raced to get to the kitchen first.
We soon were able to stop racing so we could both grab a slice of cake, before sitting in the sitting room with everyone else, laughing at the enjoyable nonsense that is reality television.
When I was finished my cake, I brought out my plate to the sink.
I turned around to see that Clodagh had followed me.
"Hi" I smiled.
Her huge eyes flickered up to me.
She vigorously nodded. I smiled at her anxiousness.
"I won't bite, you know."
The edges of her lips tugged up.
"I know. I'm just not good with people."
"Me neither" I shrugged.
"But.. You get along really well with Hugo."
"I never talk to him much" she frowned. "He's really clever and cool... I'm kind of intimated by him."
"But he's your brother" I dumbly pointed out. As an only child, I always envied the thought of siblings having some wonderful relationship.
"He notices that, you know. He doesn't know why you seem to be scared of him."
"Yeah! Try talk to him about English related things.. Especially Romeo and Juliet.. He loves Romeo and Juliet."
This would a plan that would have to work. He loves English class. He's in a top honour class, is forever reading and writing and has read and re-read Romeo and Juliet a million times over, and has seen all the films.
"I guess I can try and do that."
"Good" I smiled, as we both walked back in to rejoin everybody else.
A few days later at the lake, Hugo mentioned Clodagh.
"She's taken a sudden interest in Shakespeare. It's fascinating. But also leads to very interesting conversations that cause her to be less of a rabbit in headlights. Whatever has gotten into, it's good."
I smiled to myself, swinging gently on my seat.
My work here was done.