The Art Of You And I

Chapter six: "As fake as her tits"

Two weeks came and went and I've been feeling quite ok. In that span of time, I cried two or three times over my mother. My father came home drunk last Tuesday and broke down sobbing on the bottom of the stairs. I held him while he cried, trying to control my own tears from falling.

My parents' love story is different than the others. My parents first met when they were 15,  somewhere between freshmen and sophomore year right here in Amberville. They were in the same music club but they didn't talk to each other that much at the time. They just became someone they used to know. Fast forward when my dad was 20, and he went on a trip to New York to see his grandparents. They unfortunately died that week.

Coincidentally, my parents met again. My mom attended college and began living there with her boyfriend. They sat down at a small café, near Central Park and caught up with each other's lives and what they've been up to. It was only for one night and they, ahem, got drunk and had a one night stand. They felt something for each other. They didn't know what it was, but it was strong and irresistible. But my dad thought nothing of it, so he left the next morning without saying goodbye.

He thought that if he went away, the feeling would go away too. But it stayed with him and hovered over him like a shadow you cannot get rid of, no matter how hard you try. 5 years later, my dad decided to immigrate to the U.K. And make a living there. Once again, they crossed each other's path. It was kind of ridiculous. Almost like it was fate. My mom was visiting the country and decided to tour Europe. They hung out together for two weeks until they figured out what that feeling was the night he left and the one they were still feeling now.

Love.

One year later, they got married and lived happily ever after.

Okay that was cruel. But they did have a nice life ever since they got married. It was quiet and peaceful. Well, until my brother and I came along.

But, yeah. 18 years later and here I am. Back at where it all began. It must've been really hard for my dad to come back here. This place must be filled with old memories. They might not know each other that well when they were here together but there's something about it that made dad tick off. I might never know. But what I do know, is that he will never move on.

I will never move on.

Today, which is Wednesday, I sat behind my desk in the editor's room during lunch, looking through the photos I took of the last two weeks and checked if any of it can be useful for the paper.

"Why don't you write about the art competition? People outside the art club can also join, you know? Give people the opportunity."I asked.

Ty shrugged and cocked his head. He was sitting on my desk, facing me, with his legs crossed. "Hmm. That's not bad. Jerry, do we have the poster about that contest?"

Jerry, who sat at the end of the room, nodded. "Yup. It's probably in one of the files. I'll write a snippet for the competition if you like."

"Thanks, bud."

I took out my lunch, which I prepared for myself back at home which is macaroni and cheese, added with a lot of bacon for extra measure. Oh god it was beautiful.

Ty was practically drooling when he saw my food. I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry Ty. I made a lot of this stuff because I know you fat pigs will just eat it all if I made some only for myself."

He snorted. "Sky, you don't have to worry. It's only me, anyway. Alex isn't here to devour your lunch."

I shook my head. "Are you kidding me? Whenever I have food, Alexander seems to just pop up out of no where and steal it from me. So I made a lot. And I mean a lot."