The Big Bang

Hurt

Due to my bathroom flooding, and the maintenance in my building is bad, Biana and I were forced to move out for a couple of days before the inch thick water on the floor would be cleared up. And due to the buildings negligence, the plumber would not be coming for another few days. Even without water soaking the floors, Biana and I weren't allowed to use any facilities dealing with water, therefore we were inadvertently kicked out. We were planning on camping out at Fitz and Dex's apartment, but after recalling the last time we tried to squat with them, we thought it better if only one of us stayed with them. And with Fitz being Biana's brother, she had first dibs, which meant that I had to swallow my pride and ask Keefe for help. he had a lot of fun making light of my situation. After many uncalled for, and some not entirely PG jokes, he let me in. 

A day later I was laying on the couch with Keefe after an unusually brutal shift. I had just come back to much needed downtime and a book that I haven't been able to read recently.  I was leaning on his chest, his arm draped over my shoulder, hand playing with my long blond hair. His icy blue eyes were glazed as he watched the TV,  flicking through the channels uninterested. Once and a while I could feel his gaze drift unto me as I pretended not to notice, trying to hide the tug at my lips. I always enjoy moments like this, where time seems to stand still so that you can just enjoy the moment. A time without the rush of jobs, homework, friends, social life, or just life. A moment where you can breathe and just take in the little things in life that makes it special. I could tell Keefe felt the same when I felt his chest heave in a content sigh. But just as his breath has released the door opened and in walked two older people.

They were both stern looking, with stern eyes, hard set mouths, and lines etched into their foreheads as if they have always given a stern, disappointed look all their lives. The man was tall with an icy expression set upon his face, his posture sharp enough to make the wind break. He has familiar blue eyes that didn't have any of the light or friendliness in them and blond hair closely cropped and uninformed, unlike his son's artistically messy hair. He wore a tailored suit that screamed wealth and mean evil CEO. The woman looked just as sharp and severe as her husband, her dress and sightly pulled back hair showed that she had the same authority, if not more than the other man. Her beautiful features were as sharp as a weapon, her eyes conveying no emotion as she took in the room, and then our position. We both quickly leaped to our feet, faces flushed and our bodies both trying to shrink away from the cold draft that came into the door with the two strangers. Keefe quickly recovered, straightening his back, yet still seeming as if he was cowering he made his way over to them.

"Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?" his voice was flat, void of any emotions, just like his parent's eyes. But with knowing him so well I could hear the shock, surprise and even anger in his voice. 

"Hello, Keefe," his father said, his voice as icy as he looks. 

They stare at each other, Keefes brows were knit together in an effort for not showing signs of weakness. His mother cleared her voice next to him. "Aren't you going to introduce us?" her voice was just as cold but not as icy as Keefe's fathers. She pointed over to where I was standing, holding my hands from pulling out my itchy eyelashes. 

"Don't I get to know why you are here? You didn't give any warning that you were stopping by," Keefe said with some anger tangled into his words. 

"Why should we? You are ours, therefore we can stop by at any time to see how you are failing in life," Mrs. Sencen retorted. 

Mr. Sencen added, "And we especially didn't think that you would be able to even make friends with how pathetic you are. Honestly, when was the last time you passed a class?"

"I am actually doing very well in my sociology and psychology class, thank you very much," Keefe's face was going red from anger. I took a step closer to him, and gently hold his wrist, showing him that I was there.