All Saints

Le dîner

The smell of some sort of quiche was wafting from the kitchen. Her untamed stomach in response couldn't help to contain its growl. Her hand went to her stomach and giggled playing off the sound as if it hadn't become ever so familiar to her. Michèle laughed, "looks like someone's hungry." She joked which made Dahlia glad that Michèle wasn't such a judgmental friend.

Michele's mother came out in her apron smiling at her and Simone. She introduced herself with her green eyes and yellow straw hair. Dahlia couldn't help to admire her, she'd always wanted a cool collected mother as her. A mother who wouldn't damn her to hell for wearing heals because the clicking sound was in some context provoked ungodly assumptions. With her father there he would always balance her out but now that he was gone she feared what life would be under the tyrants rule. Michèle's mother realising that Dahlia had drifted from the conversation to some dark cellar of her mind, took Dahlia's hand in hers as she was speaking and squeezed it. Dahlia did not know if this was a gesture of some type of comfort due to the news but she wanted to tear her hand away. Obviously, she didn't but she couldn't help to feel vulnerable under her eyes as if she knew everything about her.

During their conversation Simone had wondered of to the restroom supposedly. Her mother getting the assumption that Dahlia was not much for conversations pranced back into the kitchen leaving her and Michèle on the coach staring at each other. Dahlia hadn't been very chatty at all and now more than ever she had no idea what to say. "Urh the funeral it's tomorrow your all invited to come, it's a short procession I'll understand if you can't make it." Dahlia rambled on playing with pleats of her skirt nervously. She didn't expect her to come or even care for she wasn't aquatinted with her father. Michèle squeezed her hand like her mother, "I'll be there and I'm sure the other girl will be too." She said reassuringly with a sympathetic smile. Michèle and Dahlia hadn't known each other for long. Although, she had been a better friend in the last four or five tumultuous months than those fiendish girls at her boarding school. Michèle mother's pleasant voice came out from the kitchen and beckoned Michèle to come aid her. This left Dahlia stranded alone in her living room unsure what to do. Her curiosity encouraged her to walk to other room to see what it may look like. As she turns the corner of the open room she see two conspicuous figures chatting in low hush tones. It was Simone and her dark brown bob with her star crossed lover supposedly together in the flesh. Dahlia had always known about them but now they stood before her very eyes. It was so obvious from Jean Pierre's hungry glances and Simone's over adoration of him. When she talked about him she couldn't stop. All the signs were there and Dahlia thought that if only Michèle put the fragments together she would realise their clandestine love affair and Dahlia wouldn't have to keep this guilt, sickening secret.

Simone on her tip toes presses a kiss on to his lips. His hand in hers in the corner of the room. Simone pulls away and runs back into the room without noticing the slender looming figure peering from the darkness. Jean Pierre was not sloppy his eye drew to her glinting eyes in the dark. An uneasy feeling drained him soulless for a minute but Jean Pierre recovered quickly. A superficial smile  which sold the idea of his unbothered nature displayed on his face, "I heard about your Urh altercation with that dog." Jean Pierre's smile faded as he mentioned Descamps as if a dark cloud had been drawn over his day at the thought of him. What was an only a few weeks ago seemed to be years in the past for her now. The hatred was still alive between the boys. "Want me to beat him for you? It wouldn't be the first time." He offered laughing proudly about the reminiscence of their fight that would forever stay on that boys face. She quickly shook her head alarmed not trying to start a war, "No I sorted out myself, I don't want to see you near him." She plastered an artificial smile on her face. He rolls his eyes as if she was being barbaric, "Why not he deserves it." He says tightening his tie smugly. She began to frown at his persistence in rebellion against her wishes, "No Michèle and Simone will kill me, you got in so much trouble last time it's not worth it." She warned him firmly, his eye grew serious at her words probably because of the mention of a particular girl who was suppose to remain a secret. She didn't understand why he had kept it a secret, was he embarrassed of Simone?  If the answer was yes then Dahlia deemed him a coward but for now he was just a liar in her eyes.