Perfectly Unseen

33: relaxation and murder

R e l a x a t i o n
and murder
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"DID you see his adorable hair? I want a child just like that when I'm older." Aurora squealed, her nose scrunching up as she recounted Dennis and his orange head of curls.

"I still can't believe you guys chose Hotel Transylvania over Maze Runner." Claire muttered as I silently agreed with a disappointed head shake at Aunt Mel and my sister who were busy giggling over how cute Dennis and Jonathan were together.

"He reminded me of my John," Mel said looking at Claire, "Don't you think, sweetie? The orange curls. It was totally an animated version of your baby brother."

Claire rolled her eyes, still unimpressed as we headed out the mall doors. "Little John has like one curl on his forehead, mom, and it's strawberry blond --not orange." She sassily told her with the stubborn flip of her hair, ruining her mothers dreams with the snap of her finger.

Melissa pouted, "Can't you just humour me? No. You know what? I make adorable babies. Jonathan is even better than Dennis." She stuck her nose up proudly, no longer caring what her daughter had to say about it.

"It was a cute movie," I sighed, giving into the temptation of wanting to gush over Dennis. "I mean... he was just a tiny little version of his dad and oh my goodness it was just so-"

"Not you too." Claire groaned, taking the front seat of the SUV as punishment towards me.

"Should have arrived sooner, little Cuz'." Rora stuck her tongue out at Claire before climbing into the vehicle after me, "The early bird gets the worm!"

"And yet, when I tell you that in the morning, you laugh in my face." I shot back, defending Claire as she repeated my sisters actions in the mirror at her.

"Because who wants worms? They're slimy and squirmy and utterly disgusting --you can keep the worms, Lee." She shuddered, clearly going back on her word.

"Rory, you make it so hard to argue with you, using logic like that." Mel jumped in with a laugh as she started the engine. "You say things and once the same words are used on you, at the drop of the hat you go back on them as if you're right no matter what; my gosh are you ever like your mother, sweet girl."

My lips turned up amusedly as I took a look at my overly confident sister. Aunt Mel was right: my mother would always say things to us and if we'd find a way to use her words against her, she'd laugh at us as if we were the fools. She made up her own logic and that's exactly what Aurora does. There was really no arguing with either of them unless they had allowed it.

"Someone's gotta keep my dorky sister on her toes," she nudged my arm with a grin on her face. "She might get a huge ego the size of that brain if she wins all the arguments --and once that happens she'll slack off and become an arrogant person out on the streets because she'll be too good for a job."

"You think that highly of yourself, huh?" I rolled my eyes with the sarcastic shake of my head. "So without you, I'd just be a smart bum?"

"Your words, not mine." She shrugged, her green eyes sparkling joyfully as I let out another laugh at my sister.

"You girls are just the cutest." Mel chuckled under her breath.

"But not cuter than Dennis." Claire added with a knowing evil smile on her face just as Mel and Rora began to giggle over his enormous hair again.

I liked my family. They all knew how to the pull strings behind people's back.

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