Al. I’ve rented some super cool horror movies. Wanna come over, I’ve got the corn popping
As much as I want to babe. I can’t I’ve got something to do
But, I thought you loved horror movies
Next time when I’m not too busy
Whatever, just leave me with all this popcorn and movie then. Yeah it's a totally a party here and you are no longer invited q:
I thought you hated horror. Maybe you do want me there huh
Next time I promise
You shut your phone closed.
Soon your brother sat down on the couch with you and takes his own handful of popcorn. “So. I saw you the other day,” he said, or you assumed that was what “Sho, I shaw you de ozer they,” meant. It was hard to understand him with that mouthful of popcorn.
“What about it?”
“Who were you kissing?”
It took a great will power to not choke on the food in your mouth, you gulped and pushed them down. “Oh t-that…” you mumbled and cursed under your breath. “He was just a friend.”
“Sure, a friend. You kissed a friend.” He air quoted the word friend.
“He was,” you insisted but your brother just rolled his (e/c) eyes at you. “Be careful with that guy,” he reminded, “he’s trouble. He’s a player. I can see it in his eyes, he’ll just break your heart.”
Now it was your time to roll your eyes at him. “He isn’t that bad.”
“Listen to yourself, lil sis. You’re acting like a girl. Why are you so bent on covering up for this guy?”
Because he always hangs out with me. Because he was the first one (besides Arthur) that actually approached me. Because he talks to me a lot. Because he was the first one that took me outside my comfort zone. Because he listened to me while I was bitching about life and all it’s suckiness. Because that time when I cried he hugged me and comforted me. Because deep inside, maybe I like him, dammit.
You desperately wanted to say that but instead you kept your mouth shut with another pile of popcorn. ‘You won’t understand him’
“Whatever. I just…you’re my kid sister after all. And it’s my job to, like, look after you.”
“And since when was it your sworn duty to do that?”
“Since I was a year old and you were born. It’s in the Bro Code: Thou shall protect thy little sister from the bad boys,” he mock recited proudly, flicking your forehead.
“Just…” he said.
“I get it.”
“Hey, Alfred. Arthur wanted to go to this coffee shop down the street, and he’s wondering if your coming.”
Alfred was shocked, withdrew away from his phone and looking at you with confused eyes. “Sorry, babe. Can’t. I got something to do.”
“Really? What is it?” you asked, unconsciously making a pout.
“It’s fine I can do it on my own anyway,” he turned away, averting your eyes shyly.
“But maybe I can help.”
“Look!” he softly growled, his hand latching on your shoulders. “It doesn’t concern you okay.”
His fingers left your shoulders and he left through the doors.
“Arthur, stop staring at my chest.”
“I-I wasn’t! I was looking at your necklace.”
Right, you still wore it. It was odd how you kept wearing the trinket, you felt like you wanted to put it on every time you see it. That and it was such a nice ornament. You blushed and fidgeted under Arthur's gaze, “I got this from Alfred actually.”
“Oh right, I do remember seeing that somewhere. Now I know.” Arthur rested an arm on the table.
“During our middle school. He would wear it a lot of times, even during our gym class.”
You look down on the subject at hand. “He is such a mama’s boy, huh?”
“He told me that he would give that necklace to someone really special…like his bride.”
You did a spit take. Choosing to abandon the subject of the necklace and move on to a more serious one, you brought something up.
You sipped from the straw of your drink and placed your chin on your palm. “Hey, Artie, don’t you think, Alfred is acting a bit weird?”
Arthur looked up from his chocolate frosted cake. “What do you mean, poppet?”
“Well it’s because nowadays we barely talk to each other. He’s been avoiding me…like today, he completely ignored me on the hallway, obviously busy texting someone.”
Arthur placed a finger on his chin and craned his neck upwards, a thinking position, you thought. “That is odd.”
There was an odd silence all of a sudden. Then, a cat-like grin formed on his lips. “(Name)?”
“Are you worried?”
“Wh-what…I…I’m not…I’m just weird for me! I mean he always greets me in the morning. And he sends text and he bothers me a lot and…and I have no one to talk to, I mean my brother's barely talk to me.” Groaning, you took your head to your hands. “I’m not worried about him. Nope!” you snapped, but Arthur’s smile just got wider.
“Poppet, you have a bit of a blush here.” He pointed to his cheeks and immediately you buried your head deeper down.
“Shut it, Artie. I hate him so much!”
Arthur looked genuinely apologetic, he even offered a piece of his cake as a sort of a peace offering for angering you but you turned it down, seeing as you were the one that should be apologizing for suddenly lashing at him.
Time passed by and you were going back home. Arthur went along with you since his apartment is a walking distance from yours.
On the way back, you passed through the park. Then you stopped.
“What is it, (Name)? Forgot something?”
You shook your head. “Nothing, I was just reminiscing that’s all.” You managed a smile. This park was where Alfred helped you with your dog problem.
Arthur squinted his eyes, adjusting his gaze to the far distance. “Is that…Alfred?”
Curious, you followed his sight. There was the park, a few people, some brought along their pets, a few children. Red, brown and black. That jacket he always wore.
You walked closer, dragging Arthur closely behind. With the somehow shortened distance, you were sure it was Alfred. He was sitting down on one of the benches.
“Oh, Al—“ you quickly cut Arthur off, pulling him down on one of the nearby bushes. You shushed Arthur and brought him down to hide better in the bushes. “Keep quiet, Arthur. I want to see this,” you whispered.
“Why spy on him?”
The two of you continued your surveillance in silence, watching Alfred as he was still on the bench. His eyes wondered back and forth, and there were rare moments where he checked his phone, and even rarer moments where he would leave the bench to walk around but sit down again. It went for half an hour.
“Poppet, I’m tired. My legs are cramping,” whined Arthur.
You hushed him then returned to watching.
Then a girl came walking behind Alfred. She was pretty to say the least. Her black locks were loose and fluttering with the soft winds. “Hello there, Alfie. Missed me.” Her voice was laced with sweetness, sickening sweetness. There was glint in her green eyes.
Alfred didn’t move at all. The girl called out again, this time with a lot more force than before, “Alfie, I’m here~” She skipped and sat beside him then wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Hey,” he said dully.
“Aww, aren’t you happy to see me? I can’t believe you aren’t happy to see your girlfriend. I mean that is so mean,” she huffed, not loosening her hold around him.
“It’s not that, Denise. I’m just…never mind,” Alfred muttered, scratching the back of his head.
You couldn’t hear the rest the rest of the conversation, low volume of their voices prevented you to do so. But with the way the girl was leaning against Alfred and getting all sort of comfortable with him, you knew what was up. It was an undeniable fact that the two knew each other well. She kissed him on the neck and then she smirked, and Alfred didn’t flinch at all.
As much as you didn’t want to believe it. It had to be true.
‘He’s a player. I can see it in his eyes, he’ll just break your heart.’
‘Fine, you thought. If that’s how you’ll do it’
You silently stood up, making sure to be as silent as possible. Slowly you walked away. Then when you were far enough, you ran.
Ran and never looked back. The thought of Arthur and his cramped legs forgotten.
I hate him so much. Hatehatehatehatehatehatehate him.
He cheated on you. He was with that girl, who called herself his girlfriend.
Tears threatened to fall but you reminded yourself. Why the hell should I cry for that douche? Your head was mess, and your heart heavy with regret. Why do I even care like this?
A bath, that would get your mind off things right? Right?
You shed off your clothes and hopped into the shower, letting the cold water run down your body. Looking down, the first thing that you saw was your necklace…his necklace. You grit your teeth, there was no way you were going to keep this.
Opening the lid of the toilet and taking off the accessory, you were hell bent on flushing it down the sewers where it belongs. But halfway through, you couldn’t do it. Why couldn’t you do it? Why?
A voice rang through your mind.
“It’s actually from my mom, it was passed down from my grandfather, then his grandfather—you get the point. Anyway it’s an important family heirloom so keep it safe ‘aight.”
“He told me that he would give that necklace to someone really special”
The tears fell. Dammit. Instead of it being submerged with toilet water, you held the necklace to your chest. “Sorry.”
You placed the jewelry on the sink for the meantime, until you were finished washing off.
The necklace was hidden at the deepest section of your drawers. Out of sight, out of mind.
Alfred talked less and less. You avoided Arthur as best as you could, he might be asking questions on why you ran off so suddenly (knowing him, he might have known the reason). It was a good thing Bea was there, at the very least you have her company. But lately she’s been noticing something,
Bea: do you have like a problem
(name): huh no nothing really
Bea: you can’t hide it from me you know
Bea: i so know you
(name): Bea, ever had that moment like you want to eat something but you can’t cause you’ll get fat and unhealthy
Bea: chocolate, cake, cupcakes, sweets, junk food, cola
Bea: i could go all day you know
Bea: why, are you like on a diet on a state of depression maybe because i so went there and i don’t want you to go there
Bea: haha no i can’t help you with that
(name): you see i have this someone i like but i don’t know
Bea: don’t know what
(name): if he likes me back
Bea: oh maybe i can help after all
Bea: i’m like miss love advice
(name): don’t bother with my problems Bea
Bea: :I why not i would be happy to help
(name): it’s just too complicated sorry
Bea: : (((((((
It was late night and you were walking down a street. It was dangerous but you couldn’t care less. And the night air somehow called you down. Nothing could calm you down, not the cool winds, the night sky, the familiar sounds of the streets, or the way the street lamps would brightly illuminate the otherwise gloomy night sky.
You sat down on the bench as soon as you reached the park. Your heart still felt heavy. There was lingering feeling of an arm across your shoulders, but it was just your imagination.
“I hate him.”
But why can’t you forget about him then. You wanted it to not be real. But why? Why do you want it to be like that? You try to push these feelings away, but the more you do, the more it hurts. The memories, the odd feelings, the touches, the hugs, the kisses…the kisses. Was he really just playing you? If yes, then why? What would he gain?
Everything was so confusing.
Frustrated, you dropped your gaze downwards and concentrated on how your shoes needed to be cleaned. It helped you from not screaming your lungs out. Then you felt someone behind you. You whipped around.
You were face to face with red.