My One And Only (Original Work)

Chapter Eight

The next day, I was the earliest to get up, as I never had an ounce of sleep. After shower, I went down to the kitchen to get some coffee and found Sean already seated in the dining hall with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked as terrible as I did, with eye-bags under his eyes, but that look made him only look broody.

                “Morning,” I greeted him as he turned to look at me, smiling.

                “Morning,” he said as he looked at me, “You look like hell.”

                “Thanks, you too,” I said, sipping a cup of hot coffee, “Didn’t you sleep last night?”

                “I couldn’t,” he said, “There were too many things in my mind. What about you?”

                “Oh, me?” I asked, not wanting to tell him the truth, “I couldn’t sleep because the room was too hot.”

                “Really,” Sean asked skeptically, as I nodded my head and gulped down the coffee and burping.

                “Oops,” I said, “Excuse me.”

                Sean chuckled as I glared at him and ate some pancakes hungrily. A few minutes of silence later, Aunt Jo and Aunt Esther entered the dining hall noisily, bickering amongst themselves. Sean and I watched them quietly, wondering what they were talking about.

                “No, no, no Esther!” Aunt Jo was saying to Aunt Esther as she sat on the chair huffily, “I’m telling you that they should go with pink and white.”

                “I think that pink and cream are more favorable,” Aunt Esther said as I looked at Sean who raised both his eyebrows at me. I swallowed my breakfast and shrugged my shoulders at him. I was about to suggest to him that we leave, when Aunt Esther turned to look at me, “Amy, dear, what do you think should be the right color for the table cloths?”

                “Err;” I stammered as both turned to look at me, “I’m not sure.”

                “What she would know,” Aunt Jo said, “She was never inclined to these things since she was little, you think she’d know about it by now.”

                I froze as Aunt Jo said those things. Why does she hate me that much?

                “But, she is a girl after all,” Aunt Esther said, “Surely she’d have her own choices of colors.”

                “I doubt she’ll even get married,” Aunt Jo said with contempt, “No offence on you, Sean, but I don’t know how long are you even going to last with someone like her.”

                “What do you mean someone like her?” Sean asked, as I turned to look at him in surprise.

                “Err…what I meant was,” Aunt Jo fumbled as Aunt Esther looked at Sean in fear.

                “I know what you mean!” Sean said, “You are trying to say that my Amy is not good enough for any man and that she is not good enough to get married!”

                “That’s not…” Aunt Jo said, but Sean cut in,

                “She is more than perfect in my eyes,” Sean said, as tears started to pool my eyes, “If I had the chance, I would get married to her right now, but I know that will not be responsible of me, because I have my parents too, and I would like to get their blessings too. But don’t you all be surprised when I get married to her one day.”