"What's wrong Ruthie?"
"Pardon?"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm worried about my parents. All they ever do is fight. I can't stand the yelling. I barely sleep anymore."
"I've offered for you to come live with me. My parents are good with our relationship."
"Thanks Thomas, but I don't want to exclude Alba. She means as much to me as you do."
"Then she can come live with us too."
"You know her parents wouldn't allow it. They're so homophobic I'm surprised she's allowed to even talk to other girls. She's chained to them until she's eighteen."
"Not if my aunt wins the custody battle."
"Stop sneaking up like that!"
"Old habit. Can't stop. I don't want to bother changing."
"This is why we love you."
"For that you get a kiss Ruthie!"
"Where's my kiss?"
"You'll get it when you stop being a dork."
"Love you too babe."
"They're staring again."
"Ignore the nazi sympathizers. They can only take in so much that they deem "humanly inappropriate" that if they take in too much their heads will implode."
"Thomas don't be too loud!"
"You should join a rally with your mouth."
"If it'll makes things better."
"Things never get better."
"Heaven's around the corner Gloomy Ruthie! Things always get better. We just have to wait."
"Good to know I'm the pessimist to your optimist Pollyanna Alba."
"One thing I love about you is that you can make the most positive thing sound sarcastic."
"You're so not getting a kiss today Thomas."
"Nope."
"Ruth! Alba! I'm sorry! I need kisses!"
The two youthful girls laughed while the young male rushed to apologize.
YOU ARE READING
The Haunting Trinity of Fernville
Short StoryThe legend of The Wrinkled Hospital Gown, The Weeping Siren and The Bleeding Car. Three teens in a polyamorous relationship. A car crash, a suicide and an diagnosis of mental instability. A writer on a road trip.