My stomach dropped at the same time my heart started beating wildly in my chest.
He was here. They both were. All three of them in the same room. How were they here, why were they here, why did Mother let them in? I wasn't sure whether to be angry or upset or betrayed or happy or scared or just what. I wrapped my umbrella up and set it away, unable to look away from the large kitchen inhabiting three bodies with beating hearts and smiling faces.
A knot balled up in my throat, threatening to close it, but I swallowed it and looked around at everyone, making sure they were real and I wasn't dreaming. Their clothes were dark and damp, but yes, they were with Mother and I. They all looked relieved, as if they were waiting for me, as if they had something obvious to tell me.
Was the clock ticking? Or did time stop so that I could stare at them all and do my best not to cry? I couldn't tell. Why was I so happy to see them, anyways? You missed them more than you think, idiot. Both of them, no matter what they did to you. A single tear strayed down my cheek, and a smile crept upon my face. What was with my sudden mood change? Why do I ask so many questions? So many questions I didn't have the answers to. So many questions I have been asking since day one.
One of them opened his arms as if to welcome a hug, and tears blurred my vision as I ran into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I heard him grunt as I crashed into him, but I didn't care. In that moment, I really didn't. Above, he chuckled, and there was a slight ruffle of something against my hair before I could feal it. I pulled away, raising one hand to the top of my head in confusion...before I felt it. Neck craned, I stared up at him. My cheeks flushed and I stumbled away. Three voices of laughter. "It's great to see you again," he said pleasantly, wrapping his arms around me and swinging me around.
I glared at him immediately once he set me down, and I yanked the cap off of my head to place it on his. "Aha!" I stuck my tongue out at him with a grin. He reached up and pulled the cap on properly, smiling at me under the rim of the hat. Shaking my head, I turned to Mother and raised an eyebrow.
"They came nearly at the same time," she told me, seeming lost for words. "Your Father is...staying in town for a little while. Decided he would drop by." Both eyebrows of mine furrowed. Three weeks ago she was screaming at him, and now she's standing in the same room as him without tearing him apart.
Oh, god, this could not be more cliche, I moaned, closing my eyes and then looking back at Mother. Her eyes veered over to the smiling boy standing next to the fridge, and he looked down on me, a broad smile on his face. My cheeks flushed again, and I stared down on my feet. She knows.
My heart was still fluttering in my chest, but Father clamped a hand around my shoulder, and my neck craned. "We'll let you two go on ahead. Your Mother and I have a few things to discuss." All colour drained from my face and I went completely stiff. Things to discuss. What things? And leaving my alone with him? Was that really the best idea? My eyes veered off to the fridge, almost begging him to say something in response, to say no, we would hang around the house. The smile on his face only grew, and he straightened.
"We'll let you two discuss what you need to," he told them politely, in a tone I hadn't heard him use before. To me, he said, "How bad can a few hours alone with me really be?"
I could list the reasons.
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AHAAHAH! IT HAPPENED TOO QUICKLY!
I'm not going to read through this for a while... I'm in a happy, bubbly mood right now, I do not know what I just wrote. But I know it is cliche, I know it is cheesy. DO NOT HATE ME FOR THAT! >_<
<3 <3 <3'
--Allison.
