It was a glamorous night for two young kids who had just escaped from their humdrum dinner with their families. Rheon got an invitation from his new friend, Caleb, to the most exclusive party in his neighborhood.
“Isn’t it a welcome back party?” Demetria Cruz wondered. She poked Rheon’s shoulder. By looking at those people who were entering the house, she knew she were under-dressed. She channeled Armani strapless white dress with a gold belt on her waist, but still, the others were fancier than her. She pulled Rheon back to the car but failed. He is so much stronger. He laughed at how silly Demetria was and walked straight to the entrance. She followed unwillingly.
Rheon greeted a masked person at the front door. The guy were holding a basket which full with masks. He signaled Rheon to pick one and he immediately grabbed a black mask. He wore it instantly and turned to Demetria. “How do I look?” he asked contentedly. Demetria rolled her eyes and picked a mask randomly out from the basket. “You look better with the mask on!” she laughed at her own joke. She wore the feathery white mask and marched into the gigantic house.
The house is superb, gigantic and luxurious. Rheon and Demetria were surprised at how exquisite the decorations were. It’s as if they’d just stepped in a five star hotel! The white and gold theme really suited the place and made it even more grand. The women were all looking gorgeous even their true beauty were hidden behind the masquerade. There’s fountain in the middle of the house and what’s that for? Well, rich people love to waste, don’t they? Rheon and Demetria were like small ants in the big shell till a man with a black mask approached them.
“Hey, Rheon!” he called. He was slightly higher than Rheon. He stopped next to him with a punch in his hand. “And you must be the gorgeous Demi,” he added, smiling to Demetria. Demetria nodded sheepishly. He never seen me before, how does he knows? Demetria asked herself. She wouldn’t want to embarrass the well-suited guy and just stood there vacantly next to her one and the only link to those strangers. “Oh, sorry. Demi this is Caleb, my schoolmate,” He hesitated when it came to the ‘schoolmate’ word. He’d just met him this evening and thanks to accident, they met—like finally! After three months studying there, Rheon was a total idiot for not making friends in such place. “I’m Caleb Anderson,” He took out his smooth-looking hand and Demetria reached it gracefully. He rubbed those tiny hands of Demetria and smiled at her with his sparkling eyes, credit to the chandelier for such a great lightning for the night. “Demetria Cruz. Nice to meet you,” said Demetria with poise. “Shall we move to the fountain? I bet it’s cooler!” Caleb suggested and held his collar. He was burning in a full air-conditioned house somehow. He walked both of them to the fountain and greeted like everybody in his way there.
“Nice isn’t it?” Caleb pointed at the splashing fountain next to him. Rheon nodded and totally amazed with it. It was carved perfectly. “Very,” Rheon agreed. “God. You guys must be thirsty looking at those water flowing and the punch I’m holding. I’m sorry, let me grab some water for you guys,” he took a sip and cleared his throat. Ahh. The water sounded very appetizing indeed. “Please… let me take myself,” Rheon stopped Caleb and quickly paced to the punch counter not far from where they stood. “So, where are you studying?” Caleb tried to keep the situation calm and steady. Demetria stroke her hair, as she felt so awkward without Rheon standing next to her. “Camelot!” She answered with a weird smile carved on her face. People from miles away could be blind by looking at her white shining teeth. It surely pretty. “Nice teeth,” Caleb praised. He had no better topic, for sho!
“I’m back,” Rheon came with a coke on his right and shish kebab on his left. Since they’re underage, beer or wine isn’t the drink they should be holding. Plus, George and Cassie had already set the rule. No drinking till they reach 21; unless your name is Harold Cruz ‘cause if you are, you are born to be the rule breaker. “Shish kebab?” Rheon offered. Demetria shook her head and grabbed the coke from his hand. “Hey Caleb,” a voice called. The voice belonged to a tall guy with a broad shoulder. He was approaching from the back of the fountain. “Is this Aly?” he turned to Demetria and smiled. “No. She’s not here yet,” answered Caleb. He grabbed the guy and pulled him closer to Rheon. “This is my brother, Matt,” He introduced his brother proudly. “Dr. Anderson, this is my friend, Rheon and his girl, Demi,” he added, emphasizing the doctor and clouted his brother’s chest.
All of them shook hands like the corporate people, so formal. “Hey Matt,” a lady with a gold dress called. Matt excused himself and walked to her. The party needs him. So, he left Rheon, Demi and Caleb in a silent moment. “I must be a boring guy for you guys, isn’t it?” Caleb looked so sorry. “No, you are not. We are,” Demetria defended her title. All of them laughed and continued chatting. Caleb told a gist of his brother’s life and two of them listened intensely.
Out of sudden, a girl came out of the crowd. “You must be Caleb!” She said chirpily. She was in a gold dress as well, but shorter than the lady before her. It’s the best dress of the night yet with sparkles on its design. It’s shimmering like the disco ball, really good on that girl. She was perfectly dressed from head to toe. Speaking of toes, she was on a black gladiator from Nicola Finetti. A feathery masquerade looked exactly like Demetria covering her beautiful skin, her cheeks showed how smooth it is. She let her dark black hair flow to her right strapless shoulder. Must be another rich kid in the neighborhood.
“Aly?” Caleb answered her call. He opened his arm widely and hugged her in his massive arms. Rheon and Demetria stood there watching them thoughtlessly. Caleb turned to them and said, “Aly this is Rheon and Demi and you know…” he insisted to keep it short. “Nice to meet you, Aly,” Demetria smiled at her, reaching out her hand. Rheon did the same gesture too.
“We shall leave you two alone, excuse us,” Rheon felt awkward standing there. He grabbed Demetria’s hand and walked to the couple dancing under the spotlight. It was Matt and most probably, his girlfriend. She was hot too. It was like a prom for minutes there; dancing, smooching, hugging, cuddling but in an adult version.
The song When You Tell Me That You Love Me by Diana Ross was playing. Maybe it was for Matt, who was hosting this party, to have a chance to dance with his girl. Rheon grabbed Demetria’s waist and swayed smoothly. She locked herself in his arm and followed his lead. She is one good dancer.
Like brother, like sister.
“What are we doing here? Let’s go somewhere else. Only both of us… Let’s get up!” Rheon asked sheepishly. He blushed when she nodded. “Let me get to the rest room first, see you there in five” Demetria excused herself and looked for the rest room. Rheon was so pleased to know that his proposal—to be with her, alone for the night— was accepted. He fixed his shirt and tidied his hair.
“Excuse me, are you Rheon?” a girl approached. “Yes,” answered him impatiently. He wants to get to Demetria as soon as possible. “I’m Nadine, your classmate,” she told him, taking off her mask for awhile. She put it back on when Rheon nodded. Guess, I’ll be stuck in here for a little while. He sighed.
After pleasing herself in the rest room, Demetria headed straight upstairs. Even though, it’s a crime for doing so—invading a house, technically—she didn’t mind at all. For her, it’s an open house since there’s no “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE HERE” sign. She was quite surprise to see a lot of rooms on the floor. She wondered what the third floor is for since there’s lot of rooms for a man to live in one oversize house.
Out of sudden, she heard a cough from one of those rooms. She tiptoed and looked into each and every room. Most of them were empty—Matt had just arrived here, what is she expecting? A fish tank?—and dark. She paced quietly to the last room and sneaked a quick look in. This time, it was different. It was fully furnished with a king-size bed in it. Plus, there’s a man sitting on it, staring out the window. But still, the room was so dark.
Wow. A bed and a guy in one dark room. What a fabulous offer!
She quickly got into the room, but the guy remained still. Oh, Rheon! Demetria thought giddily. She climbed the bed and walked on her knee to Rheon. She was like the tiger hunting the food. Rawr! When they were so close, Demetria quickly grabbed him from back, without hesitating ’cause she knows men will never make the first move. They only love to add the spices. Her feathery mask touched his skin and tickled him. A sweet smile carved on his face, looking so calm beneath the black mask. He turned 180degree and they stumbled over each other—blame the smooth silky bedspread—on the bed.
“Demi?” a voice called. It was so lovely but in a harsh tone. “And is that you, David?” a girl added. Both sounded so familiar to Demetria. She pushed Rheon off him and turned to the door. She was so shock to see a guy, who looked like Rheon, and Aly glaring at them at the door. She took off her mask and turned to Rheon, her hearts beating so fast because she was afraid. “Who are you?” Rheon jumped off the bed. He was shocked to see her somehow. His voice was so different than ususal. He quickly untied his mask and stared at Demetria. “You are not Rheon?” she yelled. “I’m Rheon!” the guy at the door spoke up. He cleared his throat and left the room. “Rheon!” Demetria shouted, climbing off the bed. She was stunned to know that the guy she hugged on the bed was not Rheon but a stranger. She quickly chased after Rheon and left Aly and the stranger in the room alone.
“What are you doing?” Demetria heard Aly shouted. She stopped at the staircase, feeling guilty for the cuddling. She placed her finger on her lips. “Luckily, I didn’t kiss him,” she regretted. That guy must be Aly’s boyfriend or somebody important to her. She sounded really angry. Demetria suddenly remembered Rheon and went after him. He was too fast for her to catch.
When Rheon got into his car, Demetria was at the entrance panting. She signaled at him to wait for her. If it wasn’t because of the transportation, he would have left her already. Demetria quickly ran to the car as he willing to wait for her by now. However, she stopped at the front of the car and shouted, “What’s with you?”
Rheon opened his door, got out and shut it angrily. “What’s with me? You are kissing him for goodness sake!” he answered her. “God. First, he fell on me. Second, why do you care if I kiss him?” She stomped to him. “Because…” He stopped and leaned on the car. “Because I like you!” he continued, still with yelling tone.
Demetria stunned. She tried believing her ears but she just couldn’t. “What..?” she murmured softly. Rheon shook his head and got into the car. Demetria followed, still in shock. She looked like she came from the Cullens of twilight; minus the fang and the edgy looks ‘cause she’s totally a mess right now. She got into the car too. Rheon didn’t move a bit and his hands were on the steering. Another pale face for the night; very spooky and eerie. Demetria bit her lips, trying to get Rheon’s word out of her mind. “You should send me home now,” She uttered and turned to the window next to her. Her breath fogged the window and she carved a heart with her index finger. “Just kiss me already!” Rheon grabbed her arms and leaned on her. His heavy body made Demetria felt hard to breathe. His lips got near to hers and his hands ran to her red velvety cheek. She immediately pulled his head closer to hers. She could smell the coke he drank at the party. Demetria’s lips touched his smoking-tasty-looking lips and their noses touched. “We can’t do this; we are soon going to be siblings,”
Isn’t a double-wedding sound good to you? What happened to the quote ‘the more the merrier’?
A little twist here and there makes everything strangle up in a one super massive trap. Watch the line where it separates safe and danger ‘cause when you got across, it’s very hard to find that one threadlike line.
