"I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU BECAUSE MY LOVE AND HATE COLLIDED."
Cassandra Watts was known as the singer who hid her voice away from those she loved, and all of those she didn't.
When a ten year battle between her and her most sacred enemy, Lee Felix (...
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Cassie Saturday night had approached quickly to my satisfaction.
I had successfully survived my first week of dating Lee Felix, and I was on top of the world for that.
As it was of course Saturday, that meant Felix and his family would (of course) be over for dinner tonight. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Waiting consisted of helping out my little sister Jade with her essay for reading.
"I really don't understand why people in my class hate reading. Their such uneducated swines."
My eyebrow rose as I looked to my sister, surprise in my glance as I asked boldly, "Oh big words I see, little sis?"
As she wrote another sentence of words onto her paper, critiquing her outstanding cursive while she replied, "Just because I'm ten Cassie doesn't mean I can't say intricate words. Duh."
I burst out laughing at Jade's know-it-all attitude. "Okay little miss Hermione Granger. Go back to the topic as to your rant of people not liking books."
Nodding and retying her short brown ponytail up again, Jade explained, "I got into a fight with my friend Emily at lunch yesterday. She was complaining about reading because our essays are due Monday and she doesn't want to finish the book that we should of had finished yesterday anyways. Fast forward to after lunch, and the whole class was insulting reading! Can you believe them?"
I theatrically gasped to add to Jade's rant, and said in disbelief, "Those morons!"
"Exactly! It's like people don't consider how much time and work people put into writing so we have sources to get smarter. I hate kids." I snickered and mumbled,
"Ironic."
Jade's little eyebrow rose in confusion and she asked, "What does that mean?"
Again, ironic. It was pretty ironic Jade knew words like intricate and uneducated and not ironic.
Regardless, I explained, "Ironic is a longer word for irony, which practically means that someone responds to something that means the opposite of the thing the other person said with a bit of a funny effect."
Jade's expression was one of even more confusion than before as she asked, "Are you saying you find me going off funny?"
Face palming myself, I blew off my little lesson. Instead I said with pride, "Just forget it, Jade. But I'm proud of you for maturing so much from such a controversial topic. I'm glad you love reading. It's a wonderful hobby to have, espacially if it increases the stamina of your brain."
Jade smiled and began writing again. After a short moment, Jade asked with pure questioning, "Do you think my teacher would give me extra credit if I used the word irony?"
Shrugging and lifting my water to my lips, I said, "It's worth a shot."
***
For some odd reason, ever since I began dating Felix, I found that I paid more attention to my appearance than usual.
Of course, I am perfectly content with the way I look, but I always questioned ever the most miniscule of details. Like the way my mascara curled my lashes and if Felix would find it to subtle, or if hair should be curled instead of straightened because I knew he loved my hair curled or if I should stick to boots instead of Vans because that was more of a Winter statement.
A boy could put such a large effect on you. But not once have I ever felt degrated for a choice I made with what I did to my complexion.
So, because I was in that I-don't-give-a-shit kind of mood plus we were reaching the end of November, I took to wearing a simple pair of black sweats and kept my hair straight and my makeup on from earlier.
Walking into the bathroom, Mom suddenly walked in and smiled as she saw me fixing my hair.
"You look beautiful honey," Looking to my mother, I couldn't take how she told me that.
My mother was twice, if not, triple as beautiful as I was.
Both me and Jade had my mother's eyes, warm and brown, with her skin complexion of a heavy tan. Her hair however, was a natural and unique dark red streaked with age of gray. She had a few laughing lines around her cheeks, but I definetly got my dimples from her as well.
Marisa Watts was undoubtedly her own kind (and universally) of beautiful, and I'd love her forever.
I smiled to my mom, and said, "Thank you, Mom. But, I have a question." This was something I've been meaning to ask her for...well ages. Lately more than ever, I've been thinking of this question espacially.
Nodding, she walked to my room and I followed her as we both took a seat on my bed. I then asked my Mom, "How'd you meet Dad?"
Mom smiled as she looked towards the window, a story in those eyes. She shook her head as she said, "As you already know, me and your dad met in high school. The eighties. It was sophomore year, and it was the night of this car wash we were having as a charity event. Hosted by yours truly." She winked in my direction.
"The night was full of stress and running around. Until, the last car came around. This car was full of seniors. Trouble making seniors. And you must be asking: Who was driving the car? Well, your dad." I gawked in disbelief.
"Dad was a trouble maker? There's no way!" Mom laughed and nodded a million times over.
"Yes he was! He definetly got his shit together after having you and your sister. He graduated college, became a surgeon and we got married. Anyways, your dad pulled up right next to me, gave me that classic poker face, and said 'What is a smoking hot cheerleader like you doing out here?' Apperently, he hadn't read the sign that we were having a car wash, and I replied with the snarky comment: 'It's a car wash, idiot. So will it be premium or basic wash'?" So that's where I got my attitude from. I burst out laughing, and Mom continued,
"My little comment made your dad's friends burst out laughing at him. So what your dad did next was utterly ridiculous. He got out of his car, and chased me around with a water sprinkler."
Flabbergasted, I murmured, "Woah, so romantic Dad." Snickering, Mom nodded in agreement with sarcasm.
"After a particular while, your dad had dropped the sprinkler and tackled me to the grassy ground, and that's when I finally looked into those green eyes under the stars, that's when I knew." My interest piqued.
"Finding your soulmate is never love at first sight. It's the power of leading up to realizing that the person is your soulmate that is worth all the moments and days and years without that person. You're like, oh my God, I just found my person. You were made for them, and they were made for you. Love may take a couple of tries, a couple of people, but in the end, you will always find him."
A strong pang in my heart made me ask, "Even if that person was awful to you?"
Looking down and grabbing one of my hands, Mom said in confirmation, "Yes. Even if that person was awful to you. Well, under some circumstances."
Leaning my head on Mom's shoulder, I asked, "Do you think you fell in love with Dad more when me and Jade came belong?"
Smiling and hugging me to her, Mom said with every ounce of honesty, "Yes. Except, that love was passed down to you guys and expanded. We would be no where without you girls. One day, I hope to see you and Jade make a family with your soulmate, and you understand."
