The Magic of Love

Natasha struggled to open the door, her arms filled with bags. “Evira!” she yelled, banging her foot against the door. “I know you’re there; you don’t leave the house!”

“I could if I wanted to,” Evira said through the open window. She was leaning against the window frame a mug of something hot in her hand. “Also, why do you have those bags and what are they for?”

“Halloween!” Natasha shouted, lifting her arms slightly to shake the bags.

“It’s the beginning of September,” Evira said, opening the door and grabbing some bags. “Why are you buying for Halloween?” She looked into the bags and saw pumpkins, everywhere.

“Because, I like it,” Natasha said, her voice low as she made her way further into the house, dragging her bags behind her. A tiny pumpkin rolled out of a hole in one of her bags.

“I know, but you have a problem.” Evira sighed, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall near the kitchen. “I mean, how many fake plastic pumpkins did you buy?’

“It’s not a problem if you don’t make it one.” Natasha huffed, puffing her cheeks out. “And I lost count.” She twisted her mouth to the side, shrugging.

“Oh, my god. I’m going to go make something to eat,” Evira said. “You want anything?”

“No, not right now,” Natasha was making happy squeaky noises as she took out her decorations. “I’ll have something later, thanks.”

“Okay, suit yourself.”

~*~

Evira looked up, knees pressed into her chest and an empty plate in front of her. Natasha was smiling, holding two tiny pumpkins in her hand. “Where would they go, babe?” she asked, resgined to a house full of orange smiling faces. She got up to get make herself another mug of coffee, heating the water up gpt Natasha's tea.

“In the corner,” Natasha said, slinking further into the room. “I think they are going to have a nice home here.” She placed them together, one light colored and the other dark with green specks.

“I just want to know, where the other decorations went, you know the ones from last year.” Evira leaned against the counter, stirring a spoon into her mug, green sparkles flowing from her fingers.

Natasha smiled over her shoulder, fixing the pumpkins in the corner. “Those are also out and placed in their perspective homes.”

“Oh, geez.” Evira sighed into her mug, the steam covering her face a little. “You go crazy when Halloween comes.” The tea kettle dinged and she turned to make the tea. She brought it the table, placing on top, the tea bag hanging from the outside of the mug.

“Of course.” Natasha sat down, crossing her legs over the chair, and curling her hands around the fresh mug of tea. “Listen, October is the month of spooky, we have make a big deal out of it." Natasha smiled around the mug, leaning back in the chair.

“What about September?” Evira asked, kicking afew stary pumpkins around. "We need to make a big deal of this month too."

“Start of the school,” Natasha grumbled. “Anyway, that’s beside the point.” She got up, spinning in the middle of the room. “Halloween is coming and it’s time for the decorations.” She bent down, grabbing a bag that was in the corner of the room. She dug inside, grabbing a handful of something before flinging them in the air.

Evira sighed, smoothing her shirt, dust falling in heaps on the floor and table, a few specks floating in her coffee. “Why are you flinging dirt around the kitchen?”

“The aesthetic!” Then Natasha drug the bag into the living room. “And because it gives our home a spookier feeling.”

“But why dirt?” Evira followed close behind, twirling her hands in the air to make the piles more presentable.

“I want our house to be a tombstone for Halloween,” Natasha answered, flinging more dirt into the air.

“Oh, my god.” Evira just slumped her shoulders, feeling the dirt pile on top of her head.

“It’s going to be fun!”

“I’m sure,” Evira said, smiling behind her mug, her eyes glowing green with contentment. She looked around the room, noting that the other pumpkins have found homes around every area not covered in dirt. She picked a tiny one up and walked towards the middle of the room. She placed it on top of the forming pile, digging a little hole for it. “Happy Halloween, babe.” She reached over to grab Natasha around her waist, dragging her in and dipping her until her hair was grazing the floor. “Let’s make this one special.”