Tranquillity

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖨𝖷

                               •𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐢•

THE TENSION ON THE table during breakfast is like a thick mist or fog clouding perception. Silence fills the room with only sounds of metal spoons click clacking. It had been two days since we last talked. We are both hotheads hence neither of us could initiate the very needed conversation. This has landed us in this predicament. He has dark circles under his eyes and I want to ask what's up with him but I have keep this up because I am not losing.

"Okay, what did you do this time Donell?" mom asks finally breaking the silence. Great, it is time we address the elephant in the room. Donell scoffs and rolls his eyes dropping his spoon harshly on the table.

"Why do you conclude it's me mother?"

"You are the mischievous one of the two of you. I wonder what would have happened had you two been twins," dad says backing up my mom.

"I didn't do anything," he says. Liar. I scoff loudly. He looks at me, first eye contact in a while, challenging me to challenge him. Too bad I will not.

"This is pathetic! If she wants to act like a little spoilt brat, I am not going to beg her ass. So fuck this! I'm done with this." He shoots up his chair, grabs his keys and leaves through the front door. In minutes, car wheels screech indicating his departure. There goes my ride.

Our parents are left stunned and confused at the sudden outburst.

"Do not worry love, he is just hurting," my mom comforts me putting her hand over mine. She squeezes it firmly.

"He is hurting? What about me mama?"

"You deal with one kid, then the other acts up. Ty your kids want me to age faster than I should." She face palms. Drama Queen. I see where Don gets it.

"Lea, my love let them figure it out. They are grown up now." Dad comforts his wife kissing her head. Gross, who knows when last mom washed her hair?

"The Cartiers are coming for dinner, so be punctual okay baby?" My mom says sternly. She hates my tardiness which I evidently get from dad but she loves the man regardless. That is double standards if you ask me.

I nod. Great, three excruciating hours of sitting next to the conciented Jason and witnessing the interaction between the two families all night. The said conceited Jason, never fails to piss me off. He gets on my nerves.

Hermès presses the horn of her car outside. I kiss my parents bye and go out to her. She shoots me a big grin. Talk about bipolar disorder, now she is in a good mood. She is even playing happy by Pharrell.

"What's the occasion?" I ask as I slide in the passenger seat.

"Nothing, can't I just be happy to see my darling best friend?"

"Yeah right, something is definitely up."

"You are right, sorry for the way I acted on Friday. I just had a lot on my mind."

"Mm, but aren't best friends for such moments?"

"Yes, but I would like to keep this to myself for now."

"Whatever you say." I mutter.

"Are we cool?" she asks uncertain of my response.

"Yes we are."

"Great." She beams and hugs me squeezing me like I am one of her teddies.

"Yeah yeah, can you drive?"

She rolls her eyes and pulls out of the driveway. "So about, Mr Ruchford. You ready to see the hottest man alive?" she squeals.

"You are weird, and there are many hot men out there like Rome Flynn, classic Michael B Jordan, Algee Smith, Diggy Simmons and Trevor Jackson"