Blue Jay #Wattys2016

MOTHER

He drove us up to their house. I had never seen it before. It’s a little far out into the country side. The many twists and turns would have usually given me a headache, I was too concentrated on Andrew though. He was informing me on how unrefined Miranda is. Her odd styles and the music she likes. Her favourite hobbies and interests.

   Most of the things he told me about her matched my personality. She loves colour in life. She sees a point to rap and pop music. She enjoys basketball and yoga. If I didn’t already have a twin, I would think that Miranda is my twin.

   The tires crunched against the rock and dirt beneath his truck. All the blurry trees began to reveal a tiny clearing. Once we were away from the greenery of the forest, his house crept up on us. It wasn’t exactly small, but I wouldn’t call it big either. The second story stared us down until we stopped in the driveway.

   “No windows?” I observed.

   There weren’t any visible windows. There was, however, window frames and shutters. Any normal person would just assume the lights were off, I knew better.

   “There are windows… in the guest room.” he grinned. Then he sighed and all humour left his expression “The sun does burn us, it’s just not an immediate change.”

   “Hmm” I thought about that for a minute “How long until it effects you?”

   “A couple of hours. We get a pretty good tan out of it as long as we’re careful.”

   “Huh” I said as I buried myself deeper into the seat.

   “Come on, we should get inside.” he opened his door the same time I did.

   My fingers were shaking under my sleeves. He noticed and wrapped his hands around mine. This made me smile.

   The porch was the same eggshell white as the rest of the house. The paint was slowly fading away from the wood it laid on. There were two hammocks laying across from one another.

   Andrew opened the Victorian door for himself and me. The living room was the first room shown. A flat screen TV perched high on the wall. A cashmere white sofa planted behind a glass coffee table. The widest bookshelf I’ve ever seen outside of a school or library. It was stacked with classic books and movies.

   I took my boots and coat off to look at his collection. He had nearly everything. From Charles Dickens to William Shakespeare. It was incredibly beautiful.

   “Andrew?” I heard an unfamiliar voice call from the other room.

   “In here.” he murmured.

   I turned around to see a woman walking through the doorframe. She had short spiky hair sticking up in the most peculiar places, and streaks of purple running through the pitch black shade. She wore black tights, a pink undershirt, and a white half top with a wide grey heart symbol.

   If I hadn’t already met Andrew, I would think that she’s the most beautiful person on the planet. She had the reddest and fullest lips I’ve ever seen and the most gloriously crimson eyes. They weren’t terrifying however, they were pretty. Correction, gorgeous. That was the only word to describe her, absolutely gorgeous.

   “Oh,” she gasped when she saw me. But then she smiled so warmly I felt as if I were in a second home “you must be Christina.”

   She walked closer and held her hand out. I cautiously shook it.

   “I was just preparing some oatmeal cookies for you.” she informed me “I wasn’t expecting you two to come back so early.”

   “We left the house as soon as possible.” Andrew explained.