The Warriors

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

The next morning I try really hard not to criticize his outfit, which concludes of loose jeans, a T Shirt that says SECURITY on it, and a baseball cap.  I just cannot believe how anyone can go out in public like that, and not worry about what people are thinking about them.  Lisa seems unperturbed at his clothing, but then she seems to be ignoring him, texting Alexander all day.  "Are you ready yet?" he asks in annoyance, while I try to pick something out.  I narrow my eyes at him, "Not all of us are complete slobs Talon," and go back to finding something to wear.

                I pick out a pink sun dress that has ruffles as the body of the skirt, and is spaghetti strapped.  I pair that with some gold gladiator sandals, gold feather earrings, and a lapis colored ring.  My tote bag is white with a gold zipper.  I put my hair into a loose braid, letting some of my hair escape, and frame my face, then put on some lip gloss, get my Ray Bans, and say, "Now, I'm ready," and head out the door without waiting for them.

                We got home Monday night, but we didn't have to go to school Tuesday because my father's funeral was being held that day.  When the plane landed, I was anxious, half to get off the plane, but the other half was to see Larry again.  I hadn't been this long without seeing him for a while. I was the second to last person getting off the plane, so Lisa was already with Larry, while I was waiting for Talon to get some things.  He was taking his sweet old time, getting his carry on out from the top compartments where you store them.  "Could you hurry up," I say, tapping my foot, annoyed.  He smirks at my tapping foot, and seems to take even longer.

                When I finally got off the plane, Larry was waiting by the tunnel, leading out.  A huge smile broke over his face when he saw me.  I quickly walked to him, and threw my arms around his neck.  He picked me up, laughing.  "I missed you beastie," he says, ruffling my hair.  Rolling my eyes, I punch him in the arm, and introduce Talon.  Larry's whole body changes as his eyes rest on Talon's dress, and looks.  I can see him holding back comments about his clothes.  "Hello," Talon says to Larry, who is still staring at him. "Hi," he says, taking Talon's hand.  When Talon goes on in front of us, walking beside Lisa, Larry says, "Is he some country bumpkin?" I giggle, as Larry says the thoughts I had been thinking the whole flight.  "We are going to have to change this little problem, if he's going to marry you," Larry whispers, as Talon looks back at us.  "He said he hates wearing suits," I sigh, wondering how a guy can hate wearing suits.   "Your father picked him out for you?" he asks, looking at Talon's baseball cap and jeans.  "I hope not, maybe they only had head shots of the men that he chose from," I murmur.  "Can you walk a little faster?" Talon says, stopping.  "No," I say, and ignore his eye rolling.  "You are going to have so much fun, married to him," Larry teases. "Shut up," I scowl, pushing him with my hip.

                I wake to someone pounding on my bedroom doors.  "What the hell?" Larry growls, pulling the pillow over his head, trying to block out the noise. "Don't bother, I've got it," I murmur sarcastically, though it is lost because he is already back to snoring.  I check my alarm, and it's eight in the morning, the funeral isn't till twelve.  I pull on my silk robe, to cover my underwear and bra.  Talon is standing outside of my door, pacing in the foyer, before the fire place.  "What is it?" I ask, closing the doors behind me.  He's wearing basketball shorts and a Adidas T Shirt. 

                "There's something your father wanted me to tell you, after we had met," he says, stopping his pacing, and looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Well spit it out," I say, yawning and sitting down on one of the couches.  "I'm your half brother," he declares.  For a few minutes I say nothing, letting this sink in. 

                He sits down beside me silently.  "Your dad is my dad also. He got my mother pregnant right before he met your mother, and had barely found out about me a couple of years after your mother kill-" he starts saying, but I cut him off when he brings my mother up.  "Don't you dare lie to me," I say, "MY father would not have an illegimate child without telling me."  "The reason he engaged us, was so that I would meet you.  He thought you would fall in love with someone else, before he died, and if you did fall in love with someone else, then we wouldn't have to get married," he states.  I take all of this information in silently.  It could be possible that I have a older brother, that my father didn't tell me about, but how was I to know this man wasn't just saying that so he wouldn't have to marry me?