I D K

Fake Parties

I haul my bike out of the garage and go for a quick ride around the neighboorhood. 

Sigh. It's not the same feel like last night on a motorcycle with Vie, in the rain. 

That memory is irreplaceable. But, now it's time to live in the present, in the moment. 

I got work at the bar today, the atmosphere will be very suffocating for sure, after the whole kissing scene I happened to witness.

.    .    .

Cain's absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine behind the counter. 

I'm just there... watching him for a good minute.

Wow, he really doesn't know that I am standing RIGHT here, in front of him...

"Hey," I say casually, I need to break the ice. Cain's head shoots up confused. 

"Uhh, sup?" he mumbles.

His eyes go revert back to whatever tabloid he's got. 

Gossip and drama are apparently more important than a friend. 

"How do you know Linn," I deadpan, sick of beating around the bush and tip-toeing. 

"Cutting right to the chase, I see," he says irritated but not surprised. He puts the magazine on the counter and shoves his hands in his pockets. Cain rocks back and forth on his heels, not making eye contact. 

"Spill," I say. 

"How do YOU know her?" he counters, flipping it all on me. 

Ugh. 

"She's my Dad's mistress's daughter," I don't even give a fuck anymore. 

Cain gapes at me, jaw wide open. 

"You?" I smirk, arching an eyebrow in challenge. 

With conviction and a newfound sense of bravado, I strut towards the old gray couch near the entrance and plop down on it, legs crossed and propped up in front of me on a little glass table littered with cards and poker chips. 

I feel like I have the right to be brash right now, since I told him something a little sensitive about me, but I'm playing it off like it's nothing, because it really doesn't mean a thing to me.

My head is lolling around with a lazy hand keeping it up, 

"Let's see if you can make this as interesting as I've made it for you?"

"I met her at the bar a few days ago..." he answers, looking at the ground, anywhere else but me. 

I nod, I can't blame Cain for being attracted to someone, and I don't, I was just curious. 

Besides the two deserve love. 

Just because Linn's mom and my dad made a mistake, doesn't mean we, the kids are at fault. 

Opposite of what my mom says though. 

She harbors hate for Linn and her older sister.

Parents can fuck everything up. 

Trust me, they don't know better, but sometimes they may. 

Might as well make the mistake and learn from it, just don't go murder someone...

"Okay now that that's settled, teach me how to cut a raspberry into the shape of a knife," I snicker manically, pretending to hold a knife and stab the air around me.