Falling Petals

Chapter 3: I think we're alone now, but I'm not quite sure

Everyone has now gathered in the parlor and the fire was crackling.

"Um..." Luther wasn't sure where to begin, and still no one even bothered to come and see me, I sat in there, I wandered to see what everyone else was doing but no one even considered it, like it was a waste of time to do so. "I guess we should get this started." He says awkwardly.

"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown.Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot." Dad had a favorite spot and of course, Luther knows where that was.

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Exactly, Allison, exactly.

"You know, under the oak tree." Oh yep, it was that obvious, like c'mon guys, under the oak tree. The boys muttered something to Vanya that I didn't quite catch, Klaus was pouring a drink behind me.

"We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther, Luther, Luther of course whatever weird thing you had going on being Reggie's 'favorite' but seriously did you need to rub it in?

"Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones?" Ah, food, I technically haven't eaten anything in 13 years, so food sounded good. "Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Whoever invented cucumber sandwiches were probably as high as Klaus was right now. Cucumber on some bread, yum. Klaus maneuvered around the room with a cigarette in hand, while in the other he held his drink and the urn with Reggie's ashes.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here." Klaus was now holding a cigarette in him mouth and smoking, and of course Luther had to be a stickler for rules.

Something happened between the two boys and Vanya, one of them yelled and lifted their legs up while the other scooped him up and placed the other over his and Vanya's legs, it was an odd thing to do but I could see Vanya smirk, like it was a joke and the other that had been picked up was now crossing his arms and was glaring at the other, he reminded me of a cat, like he was part feline.

"Is that my skirt?" Allison asked Klaus who was wearing a long leather skirt. Which looked fabulous on him, by the way. Along with the fuzzy black coat, no shirt by the way and many necklaces around his neck and the cigarette still hanging out of his mouth.

"What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits." He gestures to his lower half and I gag.

"Listen up." Luther raised his voice, which made one of the boys jump "There are still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" Yeah like why does Luther keep talking.

"Like what?" Diego already seemed over the entire visit. The boys were now having a silent conversation, I was crap when it came to reading lips so I didn't know what they said.

"Like the way he died." Oh boy, here we go again. I sat on the bar counter still, with my legs crossed.

"And here we go." Diego rolls his eyes, it was like he read my thoughts.

Then out of nowhere. "Is dat nu echt belangrijk? Ik bedoel, hij heeft al in het stof gebeten, dus waarom maakt het nu uit? Ik bedoel, de klootzak is nu dood, godzijdank," One of them yelled in a language I didn't recognize.

"Wow, ik was vergeten hoe ongevoelig je kunt zijn." The other responded, loudly, lifting his head up from the sofa, where he was laying.

"Zegt de persoon die niet naar de begrafenis van zijn grootouder ging, terwijl zijn moeder ging!"

"Uh, zij waren degenen die me naar deze hel wilden sturen - wat ik blij ben dat het niet is gebeurd. Omdat iedereen hier papa of mama problemen heeft, en de een is overleden - en de ander is verdwenen. Plus, ik zou je niet hebben ontmoet zoals ik deed, en hetzelfde met Vanya --- en alle anderen in deze kamer --- denk ik,"