Both soon to be brothers slapped each other’s back, heading to the door to unveil the secret, the bad romance between their middle-aged parents. Harold and Ryan had always been like this; fight and the next day or even the next hour, they will be okay. Harold told his father about bringing Ryan home for a little talk about the wedding. George agreed to his son ‘cause he really doesn’t want to keep the relationship as a secret affair anymore.
George was in his white and black checked shorts, watching TV, resting his leg on the table, looking so messy when Harold and Ryan got into the house. It’s his day off. There’s a spilt coffee on the table and the cup was upside down. The house looked like it had just ransacked by I-don’t-want-any-clean-spot-robber. It’s all messy. If there were an award for the messiest house in the universe, Harold’s would have won it. “Dad, what’s wrong? Where’s Demi?” said Harold. He was so worried to see his father that way. He sat on the couch next to George. His eyes went all around the house. Ryan turned to Harold and raised his eyebrows. There is still no response from George. Harold shook him and asked him again. George straightened himself, exhaled out loud and turned off the TV. Then, he glared at his son.
“It’s all your faults! Thanks to you, she called it off!” His harsh voice is back in the house. The house had been so peaceful without it. Only Harold squeaking-not-harsh-at-all-voice cracked the silent sometimes. Harold was stunned. He didn’t know what was going on. He controlled his temper and managed not to shout at his father. “What I did?” Harold asked innocently. He was so confused. “You brought Ryan that night! She called it off after what happened to him!” George turned to Ryan who was on another couch. He took out a box out from his pocket and threw it onto the table. Ryan caught it before it felt down to the floor. Harold suddenly felt bad about it. He leaned back in his chair, pressing himself into the comfortable couch. He must be feeling totally guilty for this. Ryan opened the small box and sighed. He shook his head in disappointment. He had just wrecked two of most important people in his life, his mom and his uncle George. He put the box back on the table gently, trying to get George’s eyes off him. It was THE ring in the box. Cassie called it off and their small-private-wedding-on-the-beach was also canceled due to Ryan’s shitload attitude.
“Uncle George, I’ll talk to her. I’ll try my best,” Ryan changed his mind.
That quick?
He stood up and headed out from the house. His face looked so terrible; his face wasn’t as shining as before. “I’ll call you, bro,” He opened the door and yelled at Harold. He quickly ran to his car. He disappeared a minute later.
Harold and George stared up at the ceiling in silence. Both hated each other for some reason, but still need one another to live. Harold turned to his messy dad and got closer to him. “Dad…” His voice trailed off. He took a deep breath and got the closer to George –in matter of fact, this is the closest distant he ever get to his dad. “Son, you better settle down your thing before you get into mine. I can handle it by myself. You can’t. Call her, she probably waiting for your call,” George stood up, stretching his arms up. He was addressing Geneva. Harold turned himself and climbed the couch. “How do you know?” Curiosity got all over him. He was now like a little baby waiting for the mom to feed him. George paced to kitchen, ignoring his son. Harold grabbed a small pillow on the couch and threw to his dad who had reached the kitchen’s door. He really doesn’t like to wait. “Son, I can tell by just looking at your face. You are not happy, I know. It must be about that girl. You wouldn’t be sobbing over me, that’s how I know how,” George explained. He turned to his back, disappearing into the kitchen. “Thanks,” Harold murmured. He got to his favourite chair and rest his head. He rocked the chair back and forth, a smug look on his face. He hates someone that really cares about him. George changed 360degree. He’s a different man—hundreds time better than he used to be. Harold grabbed his phone and stared at the screen for a quite long time. He wasn’t sure what to say to Geneva. He put his phone down on the table and shouted for George’s name. George answered him from the kitchen—preferred to stay in the kitchen than walking to the living hall. “Where’s Demi?” Harold asked. He needed Demetria’s help on this kind of situation, the girlish stuff. “She’s with Rheon!” answered George, leaning on the kitchen’s counter.
My dad with Ryan’s mom and my sister is with Ryan’s brother. Harold thought giddily. “What a weird family,” he called. He heard George chuckled for a second. He felt relieved as heard the laughter. He took his phone and once again, stared at the screen. The wallpaper is a picture of Geneva lying on the bed with her lingerie—as if—it was actually a picture of Cameo and him when they were 13 and 21 respectively. He typed on the keypad impatiently. He wants Geneva to forgive him as soon as possible. He sent the message to her and smirked. There’s a huge relief as the word ‘sent’ popped out at the screen. He put down his phone and headed upstairs.
Oopps… Romeo’s note didn’t get to Juliet’s hand. It fell on the wrong hand.
“Geneva, you are not allowed to have your phone and your laptop till I forgive you. For now, mom is keeping it. The lane line is also not for you to use. I want you to have zero communication with that boy! How about school? It’s easy, I asked Aaron to keep his eye on you and I changed the whole schedule. That boy is no longer near you. As soon as you behave well, I’ll give back your phone, your laptop. I promised,” Mr. Byron said sternly. He left Geneva’s room heartlessly.
Geneva shut the door viciously. She jumped onto her bed and cried. Her tears soaked the pillow instantly. She shouted several times with her mouth covered with her pillow, so nobody can hear her. For about ten minutes of silent screaming, she threw the pillow off her. She sat on the bed; her posture was like a model striking a pose, and wiped her tears with her hands. “Enough!” She shouted. She walked to her door, heading to her father, wanted to speak up for herself.
When she was about to get out from her room, her mom stopped her. WHAT NOW! Her heart spoke. Her mom glared at her at the door. “Mom…” Geneva said, furious. She shook her head in disappointment. “Geneva, the boy sent you a message!” Her mom pushed her back into the room. When they both got in, she quickly shut the door. Geneva pulled a chair and sat on it. “Mom, please tell me what he said in the message,” She pleaded her mom. Her eyes looked like she was about to cry. She held on the tears and waited for her mom to answer. Mrs. Byron leaned on Geneva’s study table and sighed. She stroked her hair gently whilst looking into the mirror. She saw herself in a beautiful Chanel white dress and she smirked. “He said, thanks for the memories and goodbye,” said Mrs. Byron with a lot of sadness in her intonation. Geneva quickly grabbed her mom and cried, literally, on her shoulder. She couldn’t believe that Harold had just sent that to her. She grabbed the necklace Harold gave her on her and pulled it. Her heart just couldn’t take it anymore. She went to her balcony and threw the necklace away. Mrs. Byron got to her at the balcony and exhaled in satisfaction. She grabbed her daughter’s hand and held her cheek. “Don’t worry. He’s not the one for you. Aaron is; he’s waiting for you downstairs. Go. Have fun with him,” Geneva glad to hear Aaron’s name for the first time ever. “Thanks mom!” She wiped her tears and kissed her mom’s cheek. She quickly ran to downstairs to Aaron.
Aaron was so shocked to see Geneva who was running to him contentedly. She jumped to him and he grabbed her like the teddy bear. He was wearing a blue V-neck sweater Geneva had given him last winter. She took three hours in that shop in the la la land—they didn’t called Hollywood that for nothing—to pick that one special sweater. “What’s wrong, Baby G?” Aaron looked into her eyes. He put her hair to the back of her ears. He held her cheeks with a worry look on his face. “Don’t care about him. Let’s go,” She pulled his hands and ran to the car. She didn’t even waved at her parents. Aaron really liked the new Geneva. Viva la Gloria, Aaron! Inside, he was jumping in excitement. He didn’t want to show ‘cause it’s pretty not him to do so. He smiled at Geneva and shook his head. “I love you,” he said vividly. Geneva’s hand ran to his face and stopped right in front of the car. She looked back into her house and saw her parents still waving—spying actually—at them. Her dad was in his robe and her mom was in a pretty dress. The waving-till-you-gone shows that they want their daughter to leave faster so they can have a sex after that. What else would they do? Watch TV? They barely have private time together, so they had better treasure it while they can. Geneva ignored her parents and kissed Aaron on his lips. Her parents were shocked at first, but for a few seconds, they turned away and shut the door.
Trick or treat!
Aaron didn’t want to miss the opportunity to reply the kiss. He pressed her in, firmly onto his chest. He replied her with his wild enthusiasm. He had been waiting for that since they met and now he got it. But what about Harold?
Love is triangle in shape. Like it or not, live with it!
