Mornings in Kosym are always beautiful, the girl mused, as she walked down the village road. Stopping at the top of a small hill, she gazed across the landscape, taking in the bright blue skies, the golden fields and the rustic little village just behind her, its inhabitants already on the move. Having just passed through the village market, the basket on her arm was filled to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables, including apples, a favorite treat of a friend of hers.
She was slightly short, with long dark hair and striking grey eyes, clad in a simple white blouse and knee-length skirt. She walked with a serene, content demeanor, obviously enjoying the summer to its fullest. Seeing a familiar home, she sped up into a steady jog.
“Speaking of which,” she continued, approaching the house of her childhood friend, “A certain somebody needs to get up and appreciate it.” Reaching the front door, she gave a solid knock.
The door opened, and she was greeted with a warm smile by a somewhat stout, yet still pretty woman, the mother of her friend and sole caretaker of their house. “Donna! How are you this fine morning?”
“I’m feeling great today,” The brunette answered, walking into the home and setting her basket down on the dining table, and producing a ripe red apple from the load of fruits and veggies. “Is Lucas still asleep?”
Lucas’s mother gave a knowing chuckle. “You know him as well as I do. Just like his father, that one.”
Donna sighed, exasperated at her friend’s behavior. “You’d think he’d be up before anyone else on his birthday, huh?” she asked with a laugh, ascending up the stairs to Lucas’s room.
“Lucas?” she asked, opening the door to her pal’s perpetually unkempt room. Looking in, she walked over to the bed, where a boy about her age was sprawled about his bed, stirring at her arrival.
“C’mon, buddy. Up and at ‘em!” she said with a giggle, tousling the boy’s spiky golden hair. Mumbling something incoherent, the other teen turned away from her, an irritated scowl slowly spreading across his face.
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that!” she pouted, which, to her credit elicited the classic response of: “Mrgblh. Go ‘way.” from the boy.
“Come on, Lucas, get up! It’s your 15th birthday, you should be excited! I even bought you some apples!” she said, as the boy slowly rose, rubbing his eyes.
“I am excited,” he grumbled, as sky blue eyes opened and gazed into steely gray. ‘Now wouldya let me sleep?” he asked, yawning, accepting her offered fruit and taking a bite, savoring the flavor.
Donna grinned, having just won their contest of wills. “Well, how do you plan on finishing that if you’re gonna go back to sleep?” she asked, laughing merrily.
“Aw, shuddup.” Lucas grumbled, rising from his bed and stretching. “Now would you at least let me get dressed?” he asked, taking off his white undershirt and placing it inside a drawer.
“Yeah,” she said, exiting the room and closing the door on her way out. She knew she could trust him not to climb back in bed. After all, as hard as it was to wake the guy up, it was even harder to get him to go to sleep.
Minutes later, a much more awake fifteen-year old descended the steps, wearing a red shirt, and navy blue trousers. As he stepping into his well-worn boots, he reached over to the coat rack, donning his light blue jacket.
“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing towards the door with his head. Donna nodded, opening the door and walking out.
“Lets.” She answered, starting off towards the town.