Emotions are what makes us human, especially love. Caring for other individuals keeps our humanity intact. But, what's Peri to think when the very fervor she's been dreaming of feeling for another human being, is incited by her half brother Nathan...
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"Wish me luck guys." - Marcela
On Sunday, Georgina and Steve took the family out to bowl. By the family, I mean Nathan, Keith and his daughter. It was different, having this addition to family night, since it's usually just the four of us. I guess with the discovery, Gina thought that getting to know Keith's side was a good idea.
Like any family night, each of us it allowed to bring one pre-approved guest. I didn't bring anyone, but Nathaniel decided to be funny and invite Roman. The one person that I wasn't really in the mood to see. Since Nate and I live in the same house, we're forced to communicate. Ro on the other hand, I haven't spoken to him since his confession.
"Marcela, you're up next." Nate spoke from his slouched position. The group split in half, and it was the teenagers against the adults. It's safe to say that the adults were kicking our ass right now, but it's for only one reason: Marcela wasn't doing her part. Every time we get ahead of them, she either rolls a gutter ball, or manages to knock down only a few pins.
"Wish me luck guys." Marce requested, and walked up to receive her ball.
Nate leaned in a bit to talk specifically to our table. "What do you guys think about her?" He questioned, watching as she tried to concentrate on rolling the ball.
I shrugged. "She's very pretty, her personality's a little rough around the edges, but I like her."
"Edges? If only that were possib–" Nathan started, but I hit him on his shoulder before he could finish. That comment was clearly regarding her weight, and how she wasn't thin. I don't know where this new version of him came from, but I don't like it.
"That's rude, what the fuck?" I state with a twisted face, which made him laugh. I didn't know that making fun of someone's weight was funny.
"What you did to me was rude, what I said ... that was a mere observation." When the boy said that, I finally knew what this was all about. He was acting out because I didn't make up my mind. But little did he know, I already did, yesterday at that. "Loosen up, Peri, Roman, don't you think she needs to chill?"
Now he was trying to pit Ro against me, which I already knew wouldn't work. To him, he is in competition with Roman, someone who isn't even aware of the contest.
"Um ... sure?" He trailed flatly, not really caring about our conversation. I gave him this look, which screamed seriously. It didn't make him change his response, in fact, he decided to add onto what he said. "What? You have been a bit uptight lately, I was just pointing out how–"
"Okay, shut up." I cut him off, and got out of my seat in order to take my turn. Marcela had bowled a spare, which was finally putting us back in the game. When I looked over to the adult's lane, I saw that I was going at the same time as Keith. He had the ball held up to his face, while he looked up with his eyes closed.
