Studio 22 | Mary-Kate Olsen

Chapter Forty-Six

MARY-KATE'S POV

May 23rd 2023 - New York city - The Sinclair Brownstone

Watching Blue revert back to old behaviours was killing me. We had a huge blow up over it a few days ago and I didn't want to keep bringing it up but she had stopped putting herself first yet again and was completely babying her brother. I get it he's in a fragile state but he didn't deserve her love, time or care. Having to hold your girlfriend whilst she sobbed over her brother telling her she wasn't enough for him makes you turn cold to the person who made her cry.

Currently we were at her parents house, a lot of her family had gathered here, her Uncle was home from his tour and they were celebrating him completing his final tour. Her Mami had been cooking all day, I helped a little but she did a majority of it. Blue was preoccupied with Sage. They had spent most of their day in the garden, Sage sitting bugging out desperate for Blue to get distracted long enough so he could sneak off. I could tell he needed a hit but Blue was too vigilant. Her nursing her brother left me alone. It wasn't so bad, I had met a few members of her family when we went to her nanny's house so I sat with her grandparents for a while before Isobel invited me to join her in the kitchen. I watched Blue from the window, Isobel was talking but I wasn't listening, I was trying to lip read the argument between the twins at the bottom of the garden.

"I don't know why she keeps going back to him," Amos said standing beside me. "She loves him." "I love him too but there's only so much love can help you forgive." He wasn't wrong, but he also knew how stubborn his daughter was. She doesn't give up easily. I watch her as she starts to shrink into herself. "Excuse me," I say softly, swiftly slipping past her parents to go get her out of that situation. She was getting uncomfortable, falling in on herself to protect herself. I didn't like that. I didn't like that she felt she had to do that. That she had learnt to do that.

"Hey, baby," I greeted sitting beside her on the bench. "Hey," She smiled at me. One thing Blue was good at was not pushing me out of the picture, even when she was focused on Sage. She wouldn't tell me to go away or ignore me. "You okay?" She asked. I nodded. "Your Nanny brought us some of that wine you both were talking about when we went over." Her eyes grew softer. "She's the sweetest," She gushed, lighting up a little. "I'm going home." "Sage, please." She reached for his arm but he snatched it away. "Leave me alone," He said through gritted teeth to avoid causing a scene. I rested my hand on her lap. She looked away from Sage who was ignoring every attempt to interact with him as he pushed through the garden. "You tried, you can't force him to stay in a place he doesn't want to." She looked so defeated, I wished I could take her out of this situation, save her from any further heartbreak. I knew exactly how my sisters felt when I was stuck where Sage was and I knew just how long the cycle went around for. I hated that for her. I hated that she felt obligated to 'fix' Sage because no one else could. Or would. 

"Want to go home?" I asked after observing her for a few seconds. "No, I just need a minute." She said standing up my hand falling from her lap. She didn't walk away immediately she turned and wiggled her fingers at me, I took her hand and followed her through the Garden and up to her bedroom. Everything was as we left it the last time we were here. Staying here reminded me of high school relationships, being quiet after a certain time because parents were sleeping and walking up to a cooked breakfast and having your lunch made for you ready to go without having to lift a finger. It was a contrast to our normal days. We'd be wrestling for the TV remote, both of us wanting to select that night's movie choice. Or having a dance party after one too many glasses of wine in the evenings. Being as loud as we want because our neighbours are strangers and therefore there are no consequences... no immediate consequences. Skipping breakfast and just drinking a pint of coffee, forgetting lunch leaving the apartment in pure chaos.