The Anatomy of a Complicated Love

The Anatomy of a Complicated Reunion

Ash:
"As you may know, Olivia and I are no longer together. I need you to get me information on what Olivia is doing. If you fail to complete the task, you will be shunned from the group. Plummeting your popularity." I walked back and forth in front of them. All of them almost exactly like the rest. Hair gelled, worn out jackets, clean leather boots, and a cigarette box in there pockets.

"I want the information by tomorrow's meeting at 6:00 sharp." We may look like burnouts, but we were punctual.

"Meeting over." I demanded. I watched as the boys muttered to themselves while looking back at me as though I was crazy. I rolled my eyes and walked back up to my room, shutting the door behind me.

I remember watching Olivia during the party when she ran into my room. She was shivering, her blonde hair soaking wet and her eyes filled with anger. I loved it, I never knew someone could be so angry.

But that seemed such a long time ago, and the truth was that it was a long time ago. I hadn't seen Olivia in weeks. I wanted to give her some space after the whole dinner thing. She seemed so out of her element. She was sensual instead of innocent. She made you want to touch her. I don't even know what happened.

"Son! Can you come down here! We need to talk about something." Confusion cradled my brain as I heard my father's voice. He hasn't been home in weeks, he left me with the cleaning lady while he took off to the Bahamas with a 20 something girl he meet in a bar.

I opened my door and ran downstairs to be faced with my Dad. He looked the same, only tanner. For 50, he still had his good looks. His jaw was still sharp, his eyes still icey. His hair was peppered with gray hair, giving him an aura of sophistication that all the young girls around the world to flock to him.

"Father, you're tan." I commented as I sat down on the couch that was across from him. "Thank you." he said sarcastically.

"What do you want?" I launched.

"I found her."

"I hate this guessing game Father, can't we just get to the point. Am I in trouble or something? Do I need to pack my bags? I would enjoy boarding-"

"Your mother." he cut me off, he stopped pacing and cleared his throat. "I found your mother."