Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
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The dynamics between Lylia and I have always been absurdly intimate. After knowing each other since we were children and treating one another as sisters, the formalities had to eventually wear off and so they did ages ago. I am glad and proud to have someone like her by my side to trust always even after so many years.
Just not today.
"Maysilee, why haven't you got- UOOOOHHH!!"
She has her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide.
"LYLIA!" I scream making Alonzo wake up beside me.
"I'M SORR- Alonzo?! Oh my God!"
"Hi?" Alonzo sits up without even opening his eyes.
Then I see behind Lylia, two pale legs that went down to a blue pair of socks with some cartoon on it.
"Dallas?" I ask holding the blankets closer to my chest.
Lylia moves to look behind herself and his eyes offer me no mercy.
"What the fuck? This is disgusting," he says before leaving.
"Hey, where are you going?" Lylia asks.
I can hear his voice getting further. "To your house or I'm gonna throw up in my mouth. I'm taking the bus."
"On your pajamas, boy?!"
"Who cares?!" He shouts lastly and slams the front door.
"Who was that again?" Alonzo asks scrubbing his eyes.
I sigh loudly letting myself fall back on the bed. "My son."
"Ooohhhh."
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"Writes loads of books, speaks what?Eight languages? but can't use her brain for two seconds to deal with real life!" Lylia rants as she goes through the clothes in my closet.
I make myself even smaller on the corner where I'm sitting, only a robe keeping me from the cold of the room. I don't respond.
"Are you even listening to me?"
I massage my temple. "Stop talking for God's sake!"
"Are you hungover? You are! That explains some things. But not all," she says throwing a loose skirt my way.
I get up and start putting it on. "He was helping me with the movie choreography! I called him in."
"Oh, yes, dancing. I know the dance you were doing there!"
"I'm telling the truth. I went to his studio then he came over."
"Okay, everything is true, but I won't believe in you if you tell me that you didn't know he was going to end up on your bed."
