Awaiting Catherine

Chapter two: Ticking

I lay in my new room, astonished.  I had never lived in a particularly big house, but this... This would have for sure beaten any if i had.

42 acres of pure beauty. A small lake, man made, with a filter built into the rock cliff at the far end of it. My room over looked the trees and lake, a skyline meeting the dense foliage just inside my view. The window i now stood and looked through was the size of one whole wall. With the exception of the door in the middle of it, leading out onto a covered deck area, filled with a glass table and two outdoor lounge chairs. 

Inside my room was something out of a movie, or perhaps a magazine. My queen bed sat between a tall plain black head board and and short but slightly curled outward black foot board. I believed uncle had said it was called a sleigh bed. But no matter. The blankets on top were simple but clean and Chic. Dark purple sheets peeked from under a fluffy white quilt, and four White pillows sat on top. 

The bed sat in the middle of the room, on top of dark, dark brown wood floor boards. My tall, beautifully handcrafted dark dark purple wardrobe stood strong and proud in the corner of my room, with sparkly handles. I glanced over at my white shelf in the corner  racked with Cd's, a stereo, dozens of books and some perfectly random objects to pull the look together. above my bed and plain black desk was a large, hell, HUGE picture of my all time favourite singer. His eyes stared straight out of my window, his hair still, yet full of excited movement. He was standing on a stage, lights flashing behind him. And to make this affect more heavenly, was that it was all in black and white. His brown/ hazel eyes were the only colour in the photo. i loved Jay for getting it blown up this big for me. it completed my room, but it mine. which felt strange, because it was the most extravagant room i had every laid eyes on. Well, ever laid eyes on OUTSIDE Jay's house.

The sun was setting over the tree tops, and i went downstairs to eat dinner. Honestly, I've lived with Jay my whole life, and I've never once seen him cook. I've come home to a nicely prepared dinner on the table, but i have never WATCHED the processed. sometimes i was the one cooking. And i wouldn't mind it in the spacious stainless steel kitchen we now had.

Apparently Jay had owned this house for a long  time.

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Downstairs is where i noticed new voices filling the silent house. i peeked around the corner of a mocha coloured wall, seeing nothing but Jay in the kitchen, fiddling with what looked to be some sort of a deep pan. Walking quietly up behind him, i was able to catch a glimpse of beef broccoli stir-fry.

"That looks delicious, Jay. How did you know?" He turned around, obviously startled by my presence. I grinned when he gave me a questioning look.

" How did you know that i love stir-fry?"  Realization shot across his face.

" Your mom used to always make it for you. It was the only think i knew you would want to get comfy."  He spoke as he stirred with a long wooden spoon. i tried to meet his eyes, but he kept then averted. Did he think i would be mad? Did he think that it would hurt me? The thought made me respect him. My mom died so long ago that it didn't hurt me anymore to think about it. Of course it bothered me to think about what could have been, what SHOULD have been. But i can talk about her and what i remember, and not feel pain. Only admiration for the risk she took that had me living, breathing, standing here today.

" Thanks. you know, you should have your own kids one day. Settle down with a nice lady... Or guy, if that's what you're in to." i added the last part for courtesy. i knew he was interested in women. not that it even mattered to me. I'd love Jay like a big brother anyways.

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