Misfits

Chapter 7 - Shane & Sebastian

CHAPTER SEVEN—SHANE & SEBASTIAN

Finally, it was the weekend. Aubrey’s friend Richie was having a show tonight. She’d invited Shane last week to go and he was kind of excited. Nothing happened in this town and it’d been two weeks since the trip to Manhattan. Also two weeks since he’d seen Alana. She said that she needed some time to think things over, but how much time did she really need? Shane thought it was simple—she either wanted him or she didn’t. He didn’t like the fact that she had to physically think about whether or not she loved him. But there was nothing to do but wait.

“Shane,” called his mother. 

He snapped out of his thoughts and realized that he was at the dinner table with Ivy and his parents. “Huh?” he said stupidly.

“Your food’s going to get cold,” she answered, putting a forkful of string beans in her mouth.

As much as he hated to admit it, his mother wasn’t the best cook. Shane figured he’d be a better cook than his mother. The steak was tough and the mashed potatoes were bland. Back in Manhattan, no one had to cook. They usually went out to eat when everyone got hungry or ordered food for delivery. Being in the kitchen was new to his mother. Shane cut a piece of the steak, which was damn near rock hard, and put it in his mouth. He began to chew. He looked at Ivy, who seemed to be having the same struggle. She mouthed, “The horror” when she was finally able to swallow the meat.

Shane looked at his mother, who smiled at him. She seemed to be the only one satisfied with the meal. Shane’s father looked like he’d just seen a ghost but no one was stupid enough to mess with hot-headed Corrine Woods. Shane scooped up some potatoes and vegetables, deciding that it wasn’t worth it to break his teeth on another piece of steak. 

Ivy stood up and made an excuse that she was full even though her brother knew very well that she ate like a grown man. 

“Aren’t you hungry? You’ve hardly eaten,” their mother said, finishing off her dinner.

Shane stood up, too. “Those potatoes were filling,” he lied. 

“Fine,” she said, getting up from the table. “Tomorrow you two are cooking dinner.”

“But—” started Ivy.

“No buts,” she said, putting up a hand. She put her plate in the sink and marched out of the kitchen.

Shane gave his sister the death glare as they both went to the trash can to empty their plates. “Now look what you did,” he said.

“What I did? You were gonna stand up, too!” she argued.

“So what?”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut the fuck up,” roared their father. “Both of you. Take the car and get the fuck out of here before you’re late for the fucking show!” He tossed the keys onto the table and left the kitchen without putting his plate in the sink. 

Ivy shrugged and took the car keys. “I’m driving.”

Shane shot her a look of disbelief and snatched the keys out of her hands and said, “Not a chance.”

“Hey!” she whined.

“We still have about an hour until the show starts,” Shane told her. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go get some real food,” she said. The siblings went upstairs and got dressed for Richie’s show and left the house before getting yelled at again. Shane figured his mother was being dramatic and crying her eyes out while her father comforted her. Shane rolled his eyes and locked the front door behind them. He got in the front seat and put his seatbelt on.