the park bench

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mr and mrs. gibson were fairly simple people, if there was a problem, they'd look for the quickest and easiest way out and that was that. their simplicity was also a problem.

joanne and joseph gibson, their children, weren't as simple, well, they were actually just normal. ordinary. they were an ordinary family of blue eyed brunettes with terrible eyesight. an ordinary family with a two story house and a dog. an ordinary family with a life that was going to become a whiny soap opera.

"mother? father? say something. seriously, what's up?" joanne shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

mrs. gibson smiled reassuringly, though it didn't do that much reassuring. "jojo... we're, um, your father and i are-"

"we're getting a goddamn divorce." mr. gibson cut in, fast and blunt.

"what? you... what the fucking shit?!" joanne exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth and taking a deep breath.

mr. gibson frowned. "watch your language, young lady!"

his wife, well, soon-to-be former wife, nodded. "i know, this has all come up so suddenly and is a bit of a shock-"

"not really." a loud bark of laughter cut her off, she tilted her head and drew her eyebrows in. joseph leaned against the door frame, a cruel smile twisted on his face, distorting the normally good looking features he had.

"-but we are still going to act as your parents." mrs. gibson finished, a pointed glare directed at her son, her voice now firmer, "the same rules still apply and we've chosen to continue to live together as not to disrupt your lives too much."

joanne stayed frighteningly silent while joseph continued to glare hardly at the cream coloured walls of their house. "real parents don't have to act as parents, mother."

with that, the twins left the living room, leaving their parents sitting with grim expressions and a look of slight reprouachfulness from mr. gibson.