Bound To Be Mine

Chapter four

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Matt

‘Hello Veronica. Hi uncle Pete.’ Kristen greeted Ma with a tight embrace and uncle Pete with a peck of a kiss in the cheeks. ‘It’s so great to see you guys. It’s been forever since the last time I came here. Well, not here exactly.’ She looked at me with those knowing eyes. ‘On the tree house, I mean.’ She was running out of breath from enthusiasm and excitement. ‘So how was life?’ She was practically giggling when she said it. Ma, in her very mundane yet special way, launch into her story. The story will surely be about everything that happened to her since she left. Trust me, she can talk for hours and sustain the quality of her voice and her genuine laughter. As Ma talks, Kristen looked at me and mouthed ‘We’ll talk later. Tree house.’ She’s full of energy ever since.

            The whole time Kristen and Ma were catching up, uncle Pete and I had nothing to do but listen and when we got tired of it, we agreed to walk outside for some fresh air.

‘Kristen’s back, kiddo.’ Uncle Pete patted my back. ‘Oh sorry,’ he excused himself ‘it should be ‘Kristen’s back, man’ he said it with a low tone, almost a growl, very manly way then burst out laughing.

‘Yea.  Who would have thought, right?’ I said with a sigh.

‘Hey, son. This is it, you know that, right?’ uncle Pete was serious. Indeed serious. It’s very rare for Pete to lose his coolness and be serious. I didn’t know how to answer that.

‘This is what?’ Kristen butted in. We didn’t hear her high heels, well, because were walking in the garden, that’s why. She looked different. Amazingly different. She has grown up to be the woman every man would dream to have as their prom date, their fiancé and later on their bride to share vows. I guess it’s okay to say that I’m one of those “every” man. Who wouldn’t want her? I thought.

‘Nothing.’uncle Pete defensively replied.

‘Hm.’ She looked intently into Pete’s eyes. Very close. I suddenly wished I said ‘Nothing’ instead of uncle Pete. ‘Whatever.’ Kristen said after a while.

‘You, grown man. Let’s race to the tree house. Same rules apply.’

‘Oh, are you serious? You think you can beat me with your stilettos and white dress? You’re doomed.’ I answered.

‘I guess that’s my cue.’ Uncle Pete waved his goodbye and went back to the house.

‘You’re the man, Gramps!’ Kristen shouted to make sure uncle Pete heard her. She got thumbs up from Pete.

‘How come you call him Gramps and get thumbs up? I called him that before, he almost cursed me.’

‘Too much talking.’ She then started running. I was standing still. Then she turned back.

‘What’s wrong? Fragile bones, grown man?’ She teased.

‘Just giving you a head start.’ Then she resumed her sprint wearing high heels.

She’s still a character. Too strong to be left behind or ignored. She’s still that princess I defended back when we’re eight. Pure. Simple. Bubbly.

Too much for a head start, I thought.

Then my eyes opened. Reality check.

Weekend’s over. I need to go to school today. All those paper works that stole my precious weekend rest and recreation should be submitted. I woke to the sound of kettle whistling and sizzling something. I wasn’t able to doze off easily even though I had one of my best dreams so far. People say that when you dream, you’re not in a deep sleep. But who cares? I’d love to continue that dream whenever possible. What if dreams could be managed? Lucid dreaming. I don’t know a lot about lucid dreaming but I think that’s kind of awesome. You’ll get to be the director of the dreams you want to make. Dreams with Kristen. That’s just great. But then, from the word itself, just DREAMS.