will they wither and die?
Or will they find another way
to prosper and survive? Meep. I already thought of putting these lines into a song or s/t, but since I can’t think of anything to add - not a single word nor a single note - then I suppose it’s better off here on the ~interwebz~, where other people might find good use to it. :3 (Besides, I couldn’t possibly answer these questions alone, could I? Haha)
Enter a family of five. Daddy’s a hotshot politician, the mom’s a renowned novelist, big brother #1 is a visual artist, big brother #2 is a swoon-worthy musician, whilst only daughter is an annoying drama actress. At first glance, they seem to be pretty “normal” (save for the social status very few families acquire) but under those fake smiles and glitz and glamour lies a dark secret known to only few of the most die-hard and dedicated fans of the family. One that’s sitting like a ticking bomb, waiting for its cue to explode in the adoring crowd’s faces.
One that’s worth killing for.
Yeah, yeah. I think I’ve read too many Jonathan Kellerman books in this lifetime. Ha, ha. I’m thinking of taking this story seriously though, or at least sending the idea to an author I know would give justice to it. Hmm… are you guys thinking what I’m thinking? :-)
Mom took majority of these photos! Just sayin’. Heehee.
Even as he and his band were live onstage for their first gig this weekend, he still couldn’t get his mind off of Dana – the way she glared at him earlier, the way she just burst out the moment he walked into their living room, the way she seemed as if she carried the entire world on her shoulder when her father dropped the bomb on her. He wondered what she could possibly be up to right now.
It was when he lifted up his head and scanned the crowd did he find out what she was up to.
Dana was watching. She was with her twin at a table smack dab in the middle of the place. The way she stared so intently at him as he sang… it was so different from the way she looked at him while he was at her house earlier. Right now, it seemed as if her eyes were piercing through his very being, as if she wanted to dissect every single detail about him as a whole. And it turned him on so bad.
By the time their set was done, he made it his life’s mission to head over to her table and make small talk, at the very least. He just wanted to get on her good side.
Unfortunately, the only thing he found was disappointment when he scanned the sea of faces once again for that one face he so badly wanted to see.
He spotted me, Dana repeated mentally for the umpteenth time that evening. Even as she and her twin brother Dylan walked further and further away from the café her favorite band just played in, she still saw his face wherever she turned. That look, a mix of surprise and something else she fully comprehended but refused to believe, seemed to haunt her.
“What’s on your mind, sis?” Dylan asked as he draped an arm over her shoulder.
“What do you think?” she spat back and glared at him. A chuckle was Dylan’s response.
“I can’t believe you were eye-fucking with him earlier. And I thought you said you hated him.”
Her brother’s statement made her halt in her tracks. “I do hate him! I hate him with every fiber of my being. In fact – “
She wasn’t able to finish her rant because Dylan clamped a hand on her mouth. “Okay, okay. I get it, little hothead.” He shook his head in amusement. “I’m surprised you didn’t know he was in One Man Drinking Games beforehand though.”
Yes, it’s true. As embarrassing as it may sound, she didn’t know the man she hated the most was also the man she adored ever since she heard OMDG’s first single. How could I have been so stupid? She kept asking herself.
“It’s not your fault, Dana.” Her brother suddenly blurted out, as if he had read her mind. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the whole arranged marriage thing the moment I found out about it though. It’s just… I felt like it wasn’t my secret to tell.”
She hugged her brother and recited the motto they lived by ever since childhood. “What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.”
“It’s going to be awkward if we share Michael though,” her brother laughed. This earned him a smack at the back of his head from Dana.
The rest of their walk back home was silent – but it was a good kind of silence. The comfortable kind. Dana couldn’t help but smile to herself as she stole a glance at her twin brother and thought, maybe this whole thing won’t be as bad as I initially thought it would after all.
By the time Dana got home from her morning stroll – if you could even consider that a ‘stroll’ – she expected to get an earful from her mother. So you could guess just how surprised she was when she saw her family grinning ear-to-ear the moment she stepped into the living room.
“What’s going on here?” Dana asked, a bit harsher than she intended.
“Calm down, dear. We’d like you to meet someone,” her mother replied, motioning for her to sit on the loveseat. Dana complied – very cautiously, may I say. She knew her mother very well. She used to be quite the prankster back in her day, so no one – not even her own father – could tell how that woman’s mind works.
Dana’s mother turned to her twin brother and chirped in a too-cheerful voice, “Dylan, would you be a dear and escort our guest here?” With a small nod, her brother complied and disappeared through the door that connected the living room to the dining hall.
Awkward silence filled the air for an entire minute. By the time Dylan came back, Dana nearly fell off her seat when she recognized who her brother was with.
“What is he doing here?!”
“Lower your voice, Dana. We’re not mountaineers,” her mother scolded. She turned to their guest then to her daughter again. “I see you’ve already met Michael, hmm?”
‘Met him’ doesn’t even suffice; she wanted to tell her mother. But of course, she was raised better than that. In fact, if only she didn’t hate Michael Cook so much, she wouldn’t have burst out like that earlier the moment she laid her eyes on him.
“We used to be schoolmates, ma’am.” Hearing his voice made Dana’s blood boil; it didn’t even occur to her that he sounded awfully a lot like the vocalist of her newest favorite band One Man Drinking Games.
“Just call me mom, Michael. After all, you’ll be part of the family soon enough.”
Dana’s head turned abruptly towards her brother, much like a whiplash. Her eyes were like daggers as she stared long and hard at him. “Dylan,” she said in an eerily calm voice. “What is our mother talking about?”
Before her twin could even open his mouth, their father beat him to it. “Michael… is your future husband.”
At that moment, Dana swore she felt like their house came crashing down on top of her – not that she’d mind if it did. She would, after all, do anything to get out of her new-found hell, courtesy of her parents and Michael’s.
“Hey, man.” After greeting each other with their signature complicated fist-bump that only those within their group of friends know how to do, Michael let out a defeated sigh and slumped onto the nearest bean bag.
“So… how did meet-the-future-wife go?” Michael shot his cousin Chelsea an annoyed look and buried his face in his hands.
“By the look on his face, I’d say it didn’t turn out too well,” Michael’s band mate Tony mused.
“This isn’t funny, you guys.” He scolded them. “How am I supposed to spend an eternity with a girl that hates me?”
“D’aww, I’m sure she doesn’t ‘hate’ you, Michael!” He just shook his head in resignation. “Look, let’s just practice already.”
Tony and Chelsea exchanged worried looks before complying with what Michael said.
I honestly don’t know what I really want.
I feel like Jersey Levitz (of Get Close To Me and Until Our Worlds Collide) right now.
The sane part of myself says, let him move on. Let him find someone who actually deserves him.
But that tiny, almost insignificant part is still fighting to hold…
Did a shitload of chores in the morning but it all paid off in the afternoon ‘cause le family and I spent at least around 5 hours at Marquee Mall. c:
“Breaking news: Teenage girl kills self after going through so-called ‘post-concert depression’. Blah, blah blah~” This was all Dana Sykes has heard of since the night her best friend, Miriam Aquino, committed suicide last week. And as if losing her best friend and having her death be shoved into her face every chance society gets wasn’t enough, her parents have strictly ordered her to discontinue her ‘fangirling’.
“It’s for your own good,” her parents say. “We just don’t want you to end up like Miriam.”
The timing couldn’t be more awful, either. Dana has finally decided to break up with her long-time boyfriend and first love, Vincent Ruiz. It’s what Miriam has always been nagging her to do, and something Miriam promised her she can help Dana cope up with. Unfortunately, the time Dana finally came to her senses and followed her best friend’s advice, it was a little too late for Miriam to keep her promise.
“I’m going to bed now,” Dana declares. Before her family could even answer, she was already running up to her room. A little sleep is all you need, Dana tries to convince herself.
The next morning, Dana felt a little less awful than she did last night. See? A little sleep was all I needed, she told herself. Her sunny disposition suddenly turned upside down though, when her identical twin, Dylan Sykes, dropped a bomb on her.
“We’ll be studying in a new school next school year,” he nonchalantly says as he takes a bite out of his jelly-covered toast. “To avoid the gossip and memories of you and Miriam in our old school,” he explains further.
Dana grabs the toast from Dylan and grumpily munches on it. “Hey, no fair! That’s my toast!” Dylan whines. Dana, in return, just immaturely sticks her tongue out at him and retorts, “Too bad. You should know better than to give me some bad news on a fine morning like this, little bro.”
“Well dad told me to tell you first thing in the morning so I did!” he argues. “And stop calling me ‘little bro”. I think you’re forgetting you’re only 10 minutes older than me!”
“Basically the same thing,” Dana shrugs nonchalantly at her brother before heading for the front door.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, suddenly alarmed. Dana raises a brow at him and scoffs, “Don’t get your panties into a twist; I’m just going for a walk. Sheesh.”
After about an hour of walking, Dana suddenly finds herself by Miriam’s tombstone. She starts talking to her best friend, though she won’t be able to reply. And tears start to spill from her eyes as well.
“I miss you so much, Mi.” Dana manages to say in between sobs. “You’re so unfair! You told me you wouldn’t leave me. I hate you for this.”
Dana’s sobs suddenly turn into a forced laugh. “Aw, who am I kidding? I can’t ever stay mad at you! Even if I can’t see you anymore, just imagining the puppy-dog face you pull every time you want to deliberately force me into something makes me cave in!” She then starts apologizing for not telling her how much she values their friendship and how much Miriam means to her, and then tells her best friend of how she broke up with Vincent.
Half an hour and a few more buckets of tears later, Dana decides to head home. But as she stands up from the ground where she sat as she talked to Miriam earlier, she froze in her spot. She could someone was watching her. She didn’t dare turn around, though. Instead, she sprinted all the way to her house, stopping not even for an occasional ‘good morning’ or ‘how are you?’ of a neighbor.