The big day has finally come and I got kicked out. I mean it.
Let’s start from the beginning, because I’m just so ir…un… um, impatient. That’s it. So…
Today, Clint had his special meeting with his biological father. Of course, I went with him to his house. I didn’t expect his reaction when he saw me with his son though.
“Hey, aren’t you the kid who ran after him during that sick talk that never should have taken place? No one invited you so you may leave.” I’ve heard before that I tend to be overly honest and a bit mean at times, but this man had it coming honestly.
“No old man who my mom had an affair with will tell me what to do! It’s about my sister, bigot so let me in, will you?” He gritted his teeth and sent me an angry look.
“Watch your tongue,” he said. “I knew one of your family members who talked too much. Didn’t end well for him. Would tell you to ask him, but fortunately he rot in prison. Serves him well.” Something about his expression changed and for a moment there, I thought his eyes were bluer and I felt coldness touching my body. Damn synesthesia is making it hard to live. Then I could almost hear aggressive tones in my ears as I was ready for a riposte. Clint was not ready though. He sent me an angry look and for a moment the green I associated with him was a bit darker.
“I think it’d better if you left, Ron. Likely, father has some personal matter to talk to me about. We’ll talk later.” And just like that they closed the door in front of my face. Seems that I will have to deal with this annoying man later. Oh well. I can really relate to the writing on my hoodie. That’s why I love all my hoodies so much.
I wondered what I should do during all this time, but then I decided to facetime Shari.
“Oh hi! How are you doing?” I asked, smiling as I saw her. I could instantly recognize her pretty green bedroom and it brought back a wave of memories.
“I didn’t think you’d miss me so soon,” she said. “Where’s Clint?”
“You wouldn’t believe it, he’s talking to that guy you know… Uncle Frank’s father.”
“God no. Not him! It’s hard to be worse than my father but he’s getting close. I mean, anyone who hurts uncle Frank must be out of their head.” I smiled again. That was my Shari, always so passionate. And always… drawing. I instantly noticed the pencil in her hand and I imagined the other must have been firmly wrapped around the phone. A little too close to her face but I didn’t mind.
“Hey, are you drawing?”
“Yeah, I am. Want me to show you?” She said enthusiastically and moved the drawing to the camera.
“See it well? It’s kind of just for fun.” I didn’t see it very clearly, but I got enough from it to making me frown.
“Shari, who’s that guy?”
“You know, if you keep being jealous even when you see my drawings, I don’t really see how we can continue to be friends,” she instantly snapped. Ouch. By then I felt super warm and the red started doing funny stuff with Shari’s face on my phone. Damn synesthesia again.
“No. Don’t talk to me. I’m getting sick of it Ron. And if you’re interested, there’s no one new in my life. I would tell you, we’re friends after all,” she said, stressing the word again. Then she hang up without letting me form a proper explanation. Resigned, I let my head drop on to the sofa.
Why is she doing this to me? I love her. And she loves me too, I know it. Even though the drawing was pretty simple, I instantly recognized myself and her on it. I mean, maybe it’s my mind telling me things but it can’t be. What for would she kiss my cheek? Is it reserved for friends only? I don’t think I can be friends with her. No, I definitely can’t. Most of my dreams are Shari-based and this warm red keeps following me everywhere I go. Bright red that I associate with the sweetest girl on this planet. She was dressed in red when I last saw her and she knows I love when she does that. It must have been intentional, that’s how I see it. I know she loves green, she wears it almost every day. But that day she wore red. For me.
My thoughts were interrupted by Clinton who suddenly stormed into the flat. I forced myself to forget about Sharicka for a moment. There was also my sister to be concerned about.
“How’d it go?” I asked him. After further analysis, I came to the conclusion that he didn’t act quite like himself. Maybe I know nothing about analysis, but I sure as hell know a lot about Clint.
“Well, it seems he’s totally against Dad F. How could anyone be against him? Also, he believes I’ve been exposed to bad influence or whatever he called it.” Huh, it really makes you think that such people exist.
“Nonsense,” I said, slightly frowning at his words as I was worried he might have taken to them bad. Still it seemed as there was something different bothering him. “And? What about Becca?”
He seemed visibly shaken at the mention of her name. Seems will be a long way before he gets over her. Either I looked into it too much or he hesitated for too long, strolling around the room. Then he finally sat on the armchair.
“Um… he didn’t know.” then his voice broke as he said, “Guess we really are on a wild goose chase.” I felt sorry for him yet something about this all felt so… off.
“So it seems. Hey Clint, you sure there’s nothing more? You act weird?” I asked, studying my best friend again. He seemed super uneasy. Maybe a similar level to the day he found that Becca was his sister.
“Yes, it’s okay. I’m just disappointed is all.” He won’t tell me, will he? I commented on it with a sigh and then proceeded to tell all the things that a good friend (and/or brother) says.
“Don’t be. We can go to town soon. After all, we’re in a big metropolis now.” But it didn’t work.
“Yeah, a big metropolis where Dad F got hurt.” I know that both his dads warned him of Bridgeport. They had some very bad memories of this city. Memories of the time when I wasn’t even born and Clint was too little to remember. Even though we saw pics, heard stories…. It’s hard to imagine Uncle Frank without the significant, slight gray line along his face.
“What’s up, you never cared about their warnings? Or so I thought.” He took a moment to answer, as if he wasn’t sure whether to tell me or not. Maybe we aren’t so much of friends as I used to think we were. Huh, interesting, really.
“Something about this city rubs me the wrong way,” he confessed. “I hope we will get the hell out of it as soon as we can. I’d love if it were with Becca, but heaven knows how we manage to get to her.” Again, something about him seemed off. I suspected it might have been connected to the talk he’d just had, so I tried again.
“And you know where to look, at least?”
“No, I don’t. I told you already,” he said, suddenly getting angry at me. “Why don’t you tell me more about Shari and how perfect your own relationship is?” That earned him a laugh from him. How little he knew, it’s sad really.
“Perfect, indeed. It’s non-existent, bro.”
“Uh-huh. Sure looked non-existent when I saw you two getting all lovey-dovey in front of my car. You really are taking this for granted Ron.”
“God, you have no idea what you’re talking about. Shari just disconnected from FaceTime because she panicked that I wanted a relationship.” At this sentence he seemed to have chilled out a bit and he put hands on his head as if he gave up in general. Sometimes I think that’s bad that no one but me and Shari (and maybe a bunch of kids from our school, but not the whole story) know about his feelings for Becca. Maybe a talk with his dad’s could help?
“Really? Why are we so messed up?” Why are you so messed up Clint? Seriously, you could well tell me what’s bothering you ‘stead of playing stupid games. But I said something different.
“You miss her?”
“Becca? We all do. But I in a bit different way. What do you do when you’re in love with your sister?” Which seemed a bit like someone out of an ancient tragedy would say it.
“Maybe ask Google? No but seriously, this is insane.”
“You’re telling me this? Uh… It could’ve been anyone!” Literally. That’s what I keep telling myself.
“Same with Shari. Would have been easier if the hormones hadn’t gotten in the way.” Maybe I should start blaming everything on the hormones but it’s just so easy to do so…
“Definitely. What if I fell in love with you in another reality?” In with the jokes again. I almost forgot that he was acting weird just a few minutes back.
“I can’t imagine it.”
“Me neither, honestly. Hey, why don’t we go out ‘stead of talking about the sorrows we have?” Sure, may be if your drunk you could tell me all about your troubles…
“Oh, we could.”
“Where do you want to…”
“There is this one place.”
At that moment my thoughts were still running wildly after the conversation I’d had with Shari, and I somehow managed to forget about Clint’s weird behavior from when he got back home. I was hoping we could chill out for a while and just enjoy are selves, maybe then I could somehow forget… Even the quote from my hoodie stopped making me smile when I had another argument with Shari… I still wasn’t able to imagine it and it was hard supporting my best friend in his struggle to get over Becca when I couldn’t get over her. He was wright, we were messed up. And I had no idea what kinda place he had in mind when he said those words…
Note: Banana Ron for a good start! And a bunch of more silly mistakes here and there… Enjoying your distractions? I mean, I’m not making fun of anyone, it’s just a bit funny to me that I purposefully make mistakes or build sentences in a weird way instead of doing the opposite. Oh well.
Anyway, this chapter’s title was made up on the spot and it refers to the quote on his hoodie. I mean… it wasn’t planned or anything, but he actually argued with three people in this single post, so it seemed fitting.
And the stupid facetime stuff took me so long to do. I got inspired by simnights (she’s doing it way better, not being a dummy face and making her own poses just to realize I totally placed the phone too close to the face :P) and you should definitely check out her story. A joy both to read and to look at! And also here is the template I made use of, though it took me a while to figure out how it worked, because I’m stupid. 😛 And that cute little drawing is obviously not mine, because I can’t draw. Colored version is here. I mean, it really does look a hell lot like Ron and Shari, so I just had to paste it there with my lack of photo-editing abilities.
So what I would like to ramble about is that it’s my birthday next week on Friday and you know that it’s traditionally bonus time. If I stuck closer to the schedule, I would probably post something about Becca, but since Ron’s story has only just started, it probably won’t be a story bonus. What I was thinking about was either my story and pop culture references (such as me drawing inspiration from the songs and YouTube and explaining it all in a post) or maybe I could write short paragraphs from each of the heirs’ perspective and you’d try to guess whose they are? The latter could get either too easy or too hard, though. Maybe you have some ideas on what I could do? Is there anything you’d like to see in particular? And as always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed.