The Real You (BWWM)

2:Welcome to the family

April 7th, 2016

"Here we go sweetheart. Home sweet home." My mom says as we enter the house. Kyra had to stay at the hospital for a couple of days for monitoring. 

"Your house is amazing Doctor Grayson." Kyra looks around the house in amazement. Its nice to see her smile. 

"Oh just call me Mrs. Marilyn." My dad walks up to us. "This is my husband Thomas." Kyra shakes his hand and greets him. He looks over to me and studies my black eye. 

"What happened to you kiddo?" 

"Just some argument at school." He raised his eyebrow, skeptical of my answer.

"I'm guessing it was more than just an argument." 

"Landon, go show Kyra to her room." My mom says, cutting our conversation short. "There's clothes that I bought you in the closet and the bathroom in the room."

"Oh, um.. Follow me." I awkwardly lead Kyra to the spare bed. She sits on the bed and caresses the sheets. 

"Soft." She states. 

"My mom makes sure the softness is up to her liking." We both laugh at my lame joke. "Do you need anything? Water? Food?"

"No I'm fine. I'm just gonna jump in the shower and go to sleep. It's been a pretty long day."

"Ah, gotcha. Well if you need anything, I'm the last door on the left." She smiles with her lips tight.

"Thank you. Uh, Landon right?" My heart does a flip when she says my name. I can't believe she actually remembered it.

"Yup, that's me. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

April 8th, 2016

Being suspended is terrible. It's even worse when you're in a huge house alone with a hot stranger. She hasn't come out her room since everyone left.

  I think I should check up on her. No that would be pervy. But what is she needs help with something? I'm interrupted from a knock on the door . "One minute." I opens the door and the sun immediately hits her face from the window. She shields her face. "Oh! I'm so sorry about that." I run to the window and close the blinds.

"It's okay. I needed to see the sun at least once today." I laugh and sit on my bed. She looks over to my desk and motions to the drawing of a music box. "You draw?" 

Oh God, is she going to tell me how useless it is like everyone else? "Uh yeah, I do. Do you?" She just chuckles.

"Ugh I wish. I might have been able to but I wouldn't be able to remember it, or the skills it takes." I get up to my desk. 

"I kinda wish I couldn't be able to draw and actually do something 'successful with my skills as my mother would say." I just roll my eyes at the mention of her. Kyra walks beside me taking a seat on the chair next to me. She examines the painting, as if trying to grasp a meaning out of it. A purpose. A reason.

"Well I say, make it as successful as you want it to be. Anything can be amazing if you put your heart into it. And I can see yours in this." I stare at her amazed at her words, still hanging onto them. Why haven't I thought of this before? Why did I ever let everyone tell me it was useless when in reality it can make a name for me? She looks up at me and blushes. "I mean if any of that makes any sense." She nervously laughs. 

"No no. It made perfect sense." She grins at me and takes a piece of paper. 

"Do you ,mind?" She holds up my note pad for approval. 

"Go ahead." She starts to write something down. I can see the focus in her eyes. 

"Here," She hands me a drawing of what looks like a flower. "I know this looks completely crappy but the meaning is what counts. It can be looked as a rose, a tulip, or a bell." I look at her confused, not catching up on what she's trying to say. "What I'm trying to say, is that it can be viewed in many different ways. But you view it the way you want to. Just like your future. People may try to make you see another way, but the only important is your own view." I feel my heart swell. I can't believe someone can find something so deep in one picture. 

"Wow. I would have never been able to think of something so deep like that. 

"I guess the deepness makes up for the lack of art skills"

I actually like it drawn this way. It makes it more unique and beautiful." She looks down and blushes. 

"I try." We both laugh. We both gaze at each other for what feels like hours. 

"I could try to teach you how to draw a couple stuff if you want." A beam of light twinkles in her eyes.

"Oh my God really?!" I laugh at her excitement. I don't think I've ever seen so excited to draw before. 

"Of course. There's a couple of good stencils in the garage. Lets go get them." We head out to the garage. 

We're both searching for the stencils when she calls my name.

"Um, Landon?" I turn around and see her hold an open box. I look inside a binder with pictures of women with dates and times of when to meet up. There's objectives of what to get from these people and how to get it from them. I flip through the pages and find a note.

Meet after debate meeting and family dinner for information.

Tell Marilyn to work over hours to spend time with Rebecca.

"Oh my God." In murmur. Kyra has a concerned look on her face. 

"Are you okay?" I sigh.

"My dads cheating."

"I can't say I'm not surprised. This isn't the first time. But what shocks me more is that there's more to these affairs. He's doing it for information." I say aloud. We both sit on my bed. My thoughts all stirred up in my head.

"But for what?" Kyra asks. 

"I don't know. But I'm going to find out. I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this." 

"Don't say sorry. I'm not going to let you do this by yourself. I want to help." She puts her hand on my shoulder consolingly. I look at her straight into her eyes.

"Are you sure about this? It can turn out bad." She nods her head." I close my eyes and sigh.

"Then lets get to it."