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TEOSB: Six
The Eyes of Someone Blue: Six“Meet the Andersons” DAY EIGHT: MONDAY How sweet the dreams were, but Mom weren’t in any of them. Why doesn’t she have the courage to tell me the truth? It would have made it all easier. And so, I woke up with a sudden, shaky rise. All covered in sweat, I assumed those dreams weren’t as pretty as I thought they were. But what was worst was the fact no one was beside me in the bed. I hated that – waking up alone. What am I talking about? We’re born alone, and we die alone, so why does this make such a big difference to me? I looked left and right. And David was gone. There was a black suited bag hanged beside the white satiny curtains. Then, as I zipped it down, I pulled out a floral dress adorned with patterns of colours cream and sapphire. The dress graced down to the ground; did David call his friend Donatella to send over one of her pieces again? I hope not. I don’t wanna be his little treasure who he spends millions of dollars on. People will think I’m just hungry for his money, and not his love. But considering I don’t have any proper clothes to wear besides a wet shirt and jeans which clung on my skin, I put it on. The girl in the reflection – she appeared to look way different than the girl I used to know. Her pale skin like Snow White’s, and her rosy cheeks looked like they were blushing thoroughly. The waves in her dark mocha coloured hair seem to be slightly more defined. Her lips swelled a little, and that pretty much made me realize David and I should cut down on physical touch. And by that, I did not mean anything inappropriate. “The dress looks good on you,” Lily stood by the door and smiled. I know that smile – it’s the trying-to-look-like-I-am-the-sincere kind. I blenched a little and paused. “It’s yours?” “Used to be. My son gave it to you, didn’t he?” she giggled in a sign of making a caustic remark, “He sure knows how to treats the ladies.” Okay, she’s not helping me through my psychotic mood swing, so I don’t think it’s gonna work at all. “Excuse me, but that son of yours, happens to know a lot better than you do. So if you don’t mind, can I have a little more privacy?” I thought she would have exploded or something. But then again, someone saved me from the horrific mother-beast. She let out a snort while Damon pulled her back, “Hey, Lily dear, there’s no need to argue so early in the morning,” he slid a hand onto her arm and led her out. After, Mr. Anderson popped his head in and smiled politely. It just makes me wonder why Damon would want to marry such an evil head lady when there could be millions of better replacements for this filthy rich family. But then again, David would have been alive if she didn't make the cut. In the end, she actually gave up, and then came the lull moment. Few minutes later, I walked out with robotic motions and tried to run as quickly as I could before someone catches me. But Lily had to call me and tag me along with her useless shit. Again, with a scornful tone in her voice, she offered me breakfast. And I really don’t want to create as much trouble as I already did for Dave, so I agreed. Her expression was hilarious. She didn’t think I would accept it, but I did. So deal with it, lady. And I couldn’t help but laugh at it later as I sat down and munched into the chocolate baked cookies placed in front of me. “Is it always this quiet? I mean, this place – the house, breakfast, your son,” I put care into the question, “Speaking about David, where is he?” “It is, isn’t it?” Damon replied with a grin, while Lily didn’t bother to answer it and sipped through her cup of English breakfast tea, “We’re sort of used to it. Like they say, as old people age, so will their children. And my children happen to be fully grown up boys who have their own lives to worry about. Plus, it’s rare to see David around here. I was surprised to find him with a girl last night. It was as if he wanted to introduce you to us. And about David, I think he had to cover for a friend. He has shifts once in a while.” Oh my god. Just when I thought of it, this was his master plan, wasn’t it? To have me try and settle between his not-so lovely mother and charming father. I tried hard not to choke on my coffee, and swooned instead. “Are you alright?” he asked. I nodded. Then Lily interrupted, “I can’t believe David isn’t wise enough to make choices like this on his own. It’s clear that he didn’t open his eyes wide enough,” she added a saturnine laugh to go along with it. That ended my time with the Andersons. Seeing her face, listening to her voice, makes me wonder how she gave birth to David. Simply no connections, I find. I had enough of that woman. - - - Outside the veranda, Parkman arrived after I gave him a quick call of ‘come save me!’ “Miss Belle,” he greeted while I raised an eyebrow, “I mean Marie,” Parkman let out an easygoing laugh, “You have a lunch date with Mr. Anderson. Would you like to go now?” “Sure,” a smile lit up on my face, “Get me out of here.” - - - Sitting down on the soft sand was a tedious activity to do alone, but I kept my patience in waiting as I drift among the waves of the shore. Not long after that, a tap on my shoulder startled me. It was David. But his hair was no longer ash brown. It was highlighted with honey strands and they seem to get shorter all of a sudden. “Why is your hair like that?” He stammered a little, “Uh . . . the hairstylist wanted a lighter shade on me.” My eyes broaden. His voice is had gotten deeper overnight. I assumed he got a cold from last night’s terrible weather. “So . . . you’re done working?” I asked questions that had him falter. “Yeah,” he answered hesitantly. Still, I believed him even though he’s such a lousy liar. “Oh,” I bit my lip, “And about last night, thanks for letting me stay.” Our noses bumped onto each other and our eyes met. His eyes were so shiny, but it was a little darker from Celadon, almost like jade. But I did not want to ask about the many new changes and thought of a logical fact to keep my doubts in company because it could either be my poor vision last night, or he bought contact lenses. Right? Remember when I said David and I should reduce on physical touch? I think I’ll take that back. Control was a hard thing to do, especially when a temptation like this was impossible to resist. I was in the moment of planting a kiss on his lips. Somehow, he looked sort of puzzled at first but then he threw his bewilderment away and was amused at the end of it. I blushed before I could speak. But I had to snap out of the talking-after-a-kiss-spoils-the-romantic-moment and said, “Sorry if I caused trouble over the week,” I giggled. David laughed, “Believe me, you were no trouble at all.” - - - (?) I came back home with a wide smile plastered on my face. Thinking about her soft, luscious lips, makes me all up for a merry-go-round – or a roller coaster, even. The night sky’s shift arrived, sucking all sunlight and coating the house with the dark. Just before I could rest and enjoy the rewind of today, David bashed in the door without a knock. “What did you do?” his voice full of curiosity and choler. “What the hell are you talking about, Dave? I didn’t do anything besides going downtown for a thrill ride,” I lied with a smirk. “It’s not funny. Parkman told me everything. You set yourself up to meet her, didn’t you?” he glared. “What’s wrong about that? I just wanted to see the lucky girl who's making you so freaking happy,” I chuckled loudly at him for a tease. “Tash Grover, Betsy Theodore, Carla Roslyn, Sasha –” I stopped him before he went on preaching the list of my past girlfriends. I laughed, “Are you jealous?” “No!” David yelled at me, “I’m trying to make a point here – that you’re not serious about relationships, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna mess up mine because . . . you want her!” “Woah, lil’ bro, chill,” I portray a shocked expression, “Wait, it is partially true that I want her. I mean, who doesn’t? But what kind of brother would I be if I did that?” asking with a cheesy grin, “And I didn’t screw anything up for you. The only thing that she doesn’t know is that I’m your twin brother. See? I’m such a good person.” I had to fit in a lie when I reached the last part. If I was a good person, Satan could be a better God. Not before long, his jaw dropped and his legs started racing for the telephone. - - - David Anderson That little bastard! Now, tell me. How in hell am I going to explain to Marie that the man who’s she’s been seeing today looks exactly like me but isn’t me? Okay, even I think that sounds insane. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. Chase threw himself onto the sofa and turned on the television to watch the premiere of ‘90210’. Guess what? He’s guest starring on the show to get the female cast fall in love with him, and me? Not interested. Then, Chase crept up from behind and laughed while listening to my farcical explanation. And it was so hard to put the words together since it’s all jumbled up. “Hey, Marie, um . . . I need to talk you about today,” I started off fine, but by the time I finished saying the first line, Chase was already in tears - tears of oh-my-god-I-just-made-my-brother-tell-his-girlfriend-that-himself-from-today-is-his-twin-brother. I would feed my fist down his throat right now, but before I do that, I need to finish talking. I’ve got some serious explaining to do. “Is there anything wrong?” “Okay . . .” I took a deep breath, “The man who you thought was me today wasn’t me.” “Can you say that again? Is it just my lousy phone reception or did you just say that the only David Anderson who I spent my afternoon with is not David?” “Something like that,” my heart trembled, while Chase was practically biting his tongue to stifle a laugh. “If the man isn’t you, or a stranger who has done plastic surgery . . . hey, wait, that’s a possibility,” she said sarcastically. “I’m serious.” “You are? I’m so sorry,” Marie laughed again, “Who is it then?” “He’s . . . he’s my . . .” I stuttered, “He’s my identical twin brother.” And there was complete silence after that. I repeat, complete. “Marie?” I called for her after a minute’s pause. “Yes?” Marie sounded astonished. “Do you mind coming over?” “Um . . . are you sure that’s a good idea?” “I hope so. It’s time you meet my family – all of them.” - - - Marie Belle Is there any downright explanation to elaborate how I feel right now? And what’s up with the ‘It’s time you meet my family – all of them’ speech? I’m not an idiot because even my stupidity would be smart enough to understand the part where he breaks the silence and tells me about his twin brother, but I should have figured it out earlier. - - - Parkman who was fatigued of driving all day long, proclaimed, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was Mr. Chase Anderson who wanted to have a lunch date with you. Please forgive me. After all, all Chase wanted was to meet the first girl who captured David’s heart,” he faced me with a teasing smile. “It’s abnormal that I’m not flushed in crimson red at this very moment, but I can’t think straight. He fooled me, Parkman. And I was stupid enough to fall for it,” I told the truth, but I didn’t mention the details on what exactly happened. “Well, Chase didn’t do anything inappropriate to you, did he?” he asked. Immediately, I responded a huge ‘NO’. Obviously, it was a lie. The answer should have been: “Chase didn’t do anything. I DID. I kissed him! And he was so thoroughly amused!” But I don’t think anyone deserves the real truth. I mean, David isn't supposed to know. I took five steps to reach the entrance. They had been waiting for me, as I expected. But now, there wasn’t one man at the door. There were two. Side by side, I see the full picture. Identical twins, huh? Normally, I can tell twins apart by their appearances, but this pair seems to not have any differences physically at all. “So, which twin is which?” I scan through them. I’m not sure who spoke but I’m pretty sure it was Chase – who had a deeper, huskier voice – “Can you tell us apart?” So he’s the mischievous one, eh? While David on the other hand, got tired of playing games, “It’s me, Dave.” David was in a Persian green collar shirt, and Chase was in a buttoned down black shirt with its sleeves folded up. It was as if he dressed himself formally for me, you know what I mean? “I don’t intend to be rude or anything but nothing unfitting happened between you two, right?” “Oh, I won’t say it’s nothing,” Chase beamed at me. What an arse. “Absolutely nothing at all!” I quickly shouted, and had David sighed of relief. Good thing he has way more belief in me than the snob beside him. Chase’s disappointment brought him crawling to the hallway where Lily was eyeing me. “Uh, I can’t stay much longer. Your mom and I have complications, and –” I said and frowned when his face turned sour, “Wait, scratch that. I mean, your mom has complications, not me. So I better leave before she kicks me out of the house.” Before I could head back into Parkman’s car, David grabbed my arm. “Stay – for me, please?” his adorable puppy eyes were practically begging me, “I’ll protect you from her.” There was a snicker heard from Chase which really miffed me. “I say . . . yes,” and cast a grin behind my back all the way to the little prig. Instantly, David was elated again, “Don’t worry about the clothes, food, your needs, wants – I’ll treat you like a queen.” Okay. That pick-up line was real cheesy. Chase must have given him some speech rehearsal or something since he thought it was funny to pull off kindergarten pranks like this. Speaking of the devil, when I passed by down the hallway, he was in a pose where his right leg was bended back, leaning against the wall while his left kept his position still. And then I knew. I sensed something downright dirty up his sleeves as he shot me his never-earnest-never-clean-and-always-dirty grimace. While David went to deal with his mother upstairs, I wanted to warn Chase to fuck off and give me some slack. I stomped up to him with a bad-ass I-am-gonna-hurt-you-if-you-don't-listen-to-me look. “Do you even have the guts to hit this face?” Chase stated, “I know it’s a better version of my brother’s. And that makes it even harder to deal with the fact you’re gonna love me,” he simpered. The first part was agreeable but the second was completely impractical. I made myself be taken seriously with shuddery tone in my voice, “Listen to me, Chase. Nothing happened between us – and what did – it’s between you and me and it’s gonna stay that way.” Then, Chase pushed me and glued my arms to the wall. “What if I don’t follow the rules?” he said impishly; his warm breath trickling on my neck. “If you dare to open your mouth and uncover our little secret, you’ll never see the daylight again.” “Oh god, I can feel the chills on my spines,” he mocked. “Can you stop acting like a brat for one second?” “But I like being naughty . . .” Chase said flirtatiously. He wanted to reach for my lips, but before he got there, my fist arrived first. “Ow! You didn’t have to hit me that hard!” “Oh who cares, get over yourself. I can’t name anyone else who deserved a blow more than you. Thanks for all the lies you’ve told today,” I leaped happily around the room. All of a sudden, he put on this flattering gentleman act and stopped me from leaving, “I didn’t mean to lie to you. It’s just that when I saw you as you lay your feet in the water, and how your hair lingered upon the soft sand –” his eyes were glinting now, “– you just seem so different from the people I know. And I like different.” I stared and stared and fascinated as I was, Chase and I ruptured out of the scene when we heard footsteps. Immediately, I ran to Dave who I jumped on. As he kissed my forehead, I turned back to look at Chase’s doleful expression, and wondered . . . how in hell did I end up here? Labels: The eyes of someone blue |
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Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended © 2009. Plagiarism is outlawed.I am Sandra Lau (blogger of sandralautzelin.blogspot.com). And I've been charged for passionately writing too many emotional and suspensive dramas. I live by my tacky metaphors and deep quotes, but hell yeah, I love 'em! Reviews means a lot to me, and criticism are most welcomed as well. About the Story
The Eyes of Someone BlueWho says darkness can't be lit up again? The prequel: Marie Belle goes through living hell daily and when she was delivered the worst news of her life - her mother's death, she finds it impossible to regain such a thing called happiness. Hence, her dad set her up on a television broadcast competition and therefore, she also won. Her prize? A stranger, and another who appears later - both likely to fall in love with her. But whoever said 'Don't talk to strangers' doesn't want you to make new friends. But they are only unknowns to her, but to the world, they are the kings of the music industry. Was it worth the fight? Maybe, maybe not. Starring: 1. Charles Belle (Joaquin Phoenix) 2. Chase Anderson 3. Clara Belle (Julianna Margulies) 4. Damon Anderson 5. David Anderson 6. Emma Rose (Katie Holmes/Cruise) 7. Lennea Parkers (Shantel VanSanten) 8. Lily Anderson (Cate Blanchet) 9. Marie Belle 10. Sarah Gabriels (Leighton Meester) 11. Trevor Parkman (Hayden Christensen) Click here to read: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Reviews
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