The Maksymillians

Chapter 3

She laughed and he followed, both doubling over as they did. Young love. Nothing more pure, lovely, and open. High school sweethearts, who began their relationship from the age of young. Some would say too young, but the naysayers didn’t matter. They were young, wild, and free. She smiled as he starred across from her, his lips pursed in a loving gesture. She stroked her hair, “Thanks,” she said, still smiling, eyes staring at his smooth blonde hair, “I really needed this.”

“Hey, hey” he began, still acting as if they were just ‘friends’, “Anything for you.”

They smiled at each…he leaned towards her…she did the same. Their lips almost inches apart…

“God you two make me sick,” chimed Tom, blurring out of nowhere, “Seriously? Can’t you just not suck face for at least two minutes?”

“Well, excuse meh,” Gabi cried, staring at him, her face pouting like Niagara Falls, “I believe that we have the right to as a couple.”

“And I believe I have a right to get you to stop.”

“Since when?”

“Since your last boyfriend in A.D.”

“Last boyfriend?” Travis cried, “I thought she said was single?” Gabi glared at Tom and then back at Travis. Pushing her hair, with her cheeks slightly red, “No…” she began pausing slightly, the blood rushing to her cheeks, “I…I, shut up”. She stuck her tongue out at him and blurred away. “Girls,” Tomaz grinned, leaning against a nearby column, “Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”

Travis looked at him, face slightly confused, “Ok, um, I know you guys are immortal and stuff, but seriously? She hasn’t had to boyfriend in that long?”

“Nikolaus killed them all.” Tom replied bluntly, “Not the nicest of men, my brother is.”

“Any reason behind it?”

“What? My brother killing all her suitors?”

“Yeah…that.”

“Family issues, to say the least.”

Travis frowned, “It seems like everything with you guys is ‘family issues’”, and he followed up with the universal apostrophe finger sign, to prove his point. Tom looked at him smiling, “Well,” he began “We have been alive for thousands of years. And yet…we have never been at peace.” 

“That’s messed up dude,” Travis said smiling, “Try having a family picnic?”

“We did once…it didn’t work out to well”. Suddenly he blurred away. Leaving Travis alone, he laughed, wouldn’t be the first time.

The forest seeped around me, its cousins laying beneath my feet, luscious, alive. I sat upon one of its dead elders, the moss eating away at it. A sudden call of a car rang into my ears. I looked to my left as a young blonde, fair skin, conforming green eyes, lips of cerise, walked over to me, she wore a white shirt, with dark brown tracker pants, almost the colour of wet dirt, which all contrasted well  with her light brown vest. She smiled in my eye as I spoke, “Hello love,” keeping my tone as charming as possible, even though my body still raged of anger, “What brings you here?”

Her lips smiled as she responded, “You.”

“Oh is it?” I asked, cheekily, my body calming quickly, “And why would that be?”

I moved down the body of the tree, leaving her room to join me. As continued, answering my question as she sat beside me, “I’m currently studying at Harvard, and I need someone to examine for my psychology report.”