Exception

Reverie

"No two things are ideal" my father snorted. I always wondered what it is like to be my father, because every morning he says the same thing to my mother which he never gets cloyed of. Twenty years of marriage life never seemed enough to get over the topic, 'ideal couple'.

"But aren't we a beautiful exception, Alex? For every rule there is an exception, isn't there? The exception proves the rule" my mother smiled, a genuine one. And dad booped her nose. It had become a routine for me to see them like this, it was a routine; but never a mundane thing to watch. Their presence kept the place alive.

"Good morning" I cleared my throat, barging in their sweet hour.

"Usual thing, son" dad declared winking at mom.

"Got any plans after school, dear?" mom interrogated, blush still on her face.

"Joining Summer for Roderson's party" I pushed myself in the couch.

"The one that farted at our family's dinner?" father enquired as if it's the most interesting question he could come up with.

"Or the one who burped the loudest at church ceremon?" mom frowned. I can tell you that my parents are mentally giving a high five.

"This time" I sighed "it's the one who wears polishes to cover her toenail infection"

"Proud of you, son" dad grinned like a Cheshire cat and mom burst into a fits of laughter.

Not lying. But this is a bit irritating to me. It's not like I don't want to settle down with a girl; it's just that I don't find the right one.

I made myself to the door but mom was probably worried and yelled behind me "One day she'll not be invisible to you anymore" that was actually consoling. But her words sounded more like a puzzle.

"Though always remember, two things can never be ideal" dad's voices followed. At times, I regret being his son. I had to literally face palm but talking a deep breath, I showed finger to my father, still having my back to him. I know how this obscene hand gesture gets on his poor nerves and he can't keep his cool anymore. I'm far more content now.

"I DON'T DO GAY OEDIPUS COMPLEX" his hilarious remark reached me right through the door I slammed behind. I shook my hide, smiling at the ground. I'm pretty sure they'd be smiling too.

I marched to the garage and roared my pitch black Harley Davidson to life. The city's buildings passing behind me, I lost myself in my own thoughts.

I envied my parents' love for each other. They both stood right at the opposite ends in making a decision but loved each other unconditionally. The more they argued; the more they got to know each other. The more they fell apart; the more they were falling together. Mom always blushed at dad's easiest compliment and the way my father looks at her gives it all. I've never been there in a relationship.

I'm kind of struck in this melancholic strain these days.

It's been a couple months I started dating Summer, she is a transfer kid. I saw 'reverie' in her. Reverie, my childhood treasure. Summer was kind, shy, bold and on top of all things she has heterochromic eyes, blue and Hazel. I was longing to see those eyes which had so much to tell since reverie left. But unfortunately, Summer wasn't her. And I never felt what I had for reverie. Yet again, Summer turned out into a complete opposite of what I thought she was. She preferred to be under the spotlight, her flats turned into heels, her skinny jeans to skirts, messy bun to curls; may be because her fairy Godmother updated her version. Her character changed too. I'm not happy with her. I was never happy with anyone. I was too quick to assume her character. May be it was just her eyes that drew my attention.