Twins With the Queen Bee

Chapter 8: Here We Are

Back at the cafe again. This time there's a poetry reading. It's packed, the whole gang is here, even Ryder who sits as far away as possible and ignores me. Lela's back telling us the whole story of what happened between her, her ex and her brother. It's quite funny and awesome what happened. I only hear bits and pieces of it. My sister is still haunting me in my thoughts. You always dragged her down. The words and hope in the people's poems are the only things keeping me sane at the moment. You are like a rose, so beautiful yet so dangerous. There's no other way than loving you, no matter how treacherous, is the latest poem. It continues but those words are the only ones stuck in my head. The line repeating and repeating over and over again along with the haunt of my sister. It eventually turns into you are like yourself, always dragging her down. There's no other way than ruining each other, now who gets the crown?

"So now I think Connor at least kind of accepts the fact that Grayson isn't apart of our life anymore. Next time I probably shouldn't let Connor meet any new guy I date until we're in ten years of marriage and are happy." My focus comes back to hear the last bit of Lela's conversation about what went down. I feel bad. She looks sad, pained. Something happened that she's not telling us. "Did I make the right decision?"

"How can humanity make right decisions? There's always right and wrong, and right and left. Which makes a guaranteed fifty percent chance of the right way. Which way will you go? Right, wrong or left? It's up to you. Who will you choose to save or slaughter? Or to take with you down your path. Humanity. It's a crazy thing. Never guaranteed what will happen. Always making mistakes. But with mistakes, there's always perfection. Humanity." The poet finishes off with a small bow and everyone snapping their fingers. We chuckle and laugh at his perfect timing. He comes off the mini stage in our direction.

"Young girl you were wondering if you made the right decision?" He asks Lela after stopping at our table. He looks weird with his round glasses and goatee, but it's a good kind of weird. The look suits the gig.

"Yeah. You had perfect timing with that poem." She talks to him like she knows him yet doesn't, with confidence, like he's not weird or crazy coming up to us. "So did I?"

He thinks for a little, looking at all of us for a moment before answering. "No."

Lela instantly changes from calm to a panicky anger. I think anyone could see the change."No? So I made a wrong one?"

He smiles now. "No. You've made a left one," he says before he quickly goes, not waiting for our reaction.

"Well looks like your aunt has put too much of the special stuff in his drink," comments Bethanie.

"No Bethanie, it's because he's a poet who believes in the theories and things he writes about," corrects Ryder after sighing.

"Still I heard poets are known to be high most of the time."

"Chase just shut up."

"You know what Ryder what's stuck up your ass?" He gives Chase a dirty look before rolling his eyes. "You've been off tonight, I wonder why," says Chase, smirking.

"Stay out of my damned business."

"Lela what's going on here?" Asks an older woman who has some similarities to Lela. "Your friends are disturbing the customers," she whispers now through gritted teeth, looking around her wonderful cafe full of people.

"I'll give them something to be disturbed about."

"Out! Chase now." Lela's aunt yells, pointing towards the door and interrupting the poet who is a frail girl whom also looks very fragile. I think she might cry for being interrupted.