First thing Minx related I've written on the new computer! Go new computer! Hope you all enjoy it!
A/N: No actual Minx here, just mentions and hints. Hopefully this amuses you :)
I should have known this would happen. Actually, I did know this was going to happen and that makes this entire thing that much worse. It's like that old cliché type thing; your mother-in-law induces thoughts of rage filled violence in you but you haven't met mine. Well, she's not my mother in law yet. Okay…I'm not even engaged to her daughter but this is so far past my point. My girlfriend's mother is like; Chaos had a baby with the anti-Xanax and put it on Earth just to torture me. Now, I know what you're thinking:
"Marissa, you're exaggerating! Erica surely isn't that bad!"
You know what I say to that? I say you're a damn liar and you should be punished! How about you spend an entire evening with Erica just because you want to make Bianca happy and reassure her that 'no sweetie, I don't hate your mother. I'm just somewhat afraid for my sanity around her.' Yeah, let's see you do it! This woman…this miniature woman has had me ripping and running all over this mall in…where the hell am I?
"….fabulous…" whatever, she's had me all over this place all day. Now, that's not so bad. I love shopping; it's one of my favorite stress relievers. "….white doves and a carriage! Oh wouldn't that jus-" but she keeps doing that! That...speaking thing that's beginning to annoy me. Why? Because she's speaking about marriage. Now, marriage is good…great even if it's with the right person, but she's planning a wedding that doesn't exist.
"That's great Erica," I say. I have to say something every few minutes or she'll realize I'm not listening. Back to my problem, she's planning a wedding and there isn't even an engaged couple. Now, I know Bianca isn't intending on proposing to me; she all but said that marriage is out of the question. I don't think Erica got that memo though, cos she's just rattling away.
"-Greenlee and Kendall could throw-"and I don't remember mentioning that I wanted to propose to Bianca. Because, well, yes, I do want to marry her. I'd whisk her away and marry her in a heartbeat if I thought she'd say yes but I don't think she'll be that receptive. Besides, we've only been together one year, four months and twelve days so it could be too soon.
"Wait, why yellow?" I have to ask random questions too. IF being a lawyer teaches you anything, it's how to listen without listening,
"Beca-" that should tide her over for another four minutes. I mean, she already has the location picked out, what limo company we should use and all of that. I wonder if I even have a choice in this matter. "And you would be just gorgeous. One of the most beautiful brides ever." She says sincerely and I stop.
"Re-really?" I ask. She smiles a little, turning to face me, her purse in her hand. I reach up, intending to scratch my nose but the seven million bags she has me carrying stop that thought.
"Really." She says. "I like you, Marissa. You're the kind of woman that a mother hopes her baby would fall in love with." She says. I furrow my brow and she smiles, "The opposite of herself." She whispers.
"Oh, Erica," I start, "Bianca adores you. Hell, most of the country adores you." I chuckle. She lets out a laugh,
"Oh, I know." She says modestly. "But relationship wise, I'm a mess. I'm just lucky I've managed to keep Jackson as long as I have." She admits with a self-deprecating smile. This is…odd. I didn't know Erica knew this emotion to be honest. "I've been married more times than should be necessary and I've left behind broken hearts and I've had my own broken." She continues. I listen intently, "But you…you're nothing like me. You're clear-headed and calculating while still being impulsive. You've been married once and you know that if you have love, you're supposed to grasp it with both hands and hold on for dear life." She says. I swallow,
"I just…I'll never find another Bianca. She's…she's everything." I admit. Erica beams her trademark smile,
"That's why I want you to propose when you two get to that stage." She says. She begins walking again and we're silent for a few moments, "Yunno, I've never liked any of her girlfriends." She says finally.
"My understanding was that you didn't even like her being a lesbian." I retort honestly. She hums,
"Of course not." She shrugs, "No parent wants their child to be gay or left-handed or anything that would make them different from their peers." She says. I furrow my brow again,
"But it's our job to love our children unconditionally."
"Oh, I've never once stopped loving her. I just didn't want her to be anymore different than she already was." Erica defends.
"What do you mean?" I ask curiously.
"It was enough to be the daughter of the fabulous Erica Kane," she says flipping her hair, "life was already hard enough for her. But to come out as a lesbian, in this society?" she asks, "Well it was just social suicide." She says with a scoff.
"So it would have been better to hide it?" I ask angrily. She shakes her head,
"Never! The daughter of Erica Kane does not hide!" she defends, "No, it was more about the fact that people…people are cruel, Marissa. I'm sure you know." She says. I nod,
"People will always find a reason to hate one another." I say honestly. She shrugs,
"That's true but…" she pauses, searching for the words. "You hear about the anti-anything that's different groups. You, as a parent, never want your child to be subjected to any kind of hatred just because of who they love or what they do for fun." She says. I can relate to that. "And then you worry regardless, is she going to meet a man, or in our case a woman, whose going to love and respect her? Are they going to hurt her? If her heart is broken, will she give up on love?"
"And how you can protect them from all of the above." I finish. She nods,
"Exactly." She says. "But then, they meet someone who is, everything you can hope for and they're genuine and you just hope and pray that this is it. This is the one who teaches her what love is because I never set a good example." She smiles. "And then he or she meets their Jackson Montgomery and all you see is their glowing smiles and you think, 'that's how it's supposed to be.'." she says fondly. I smile a little,
"So, you like me?" I ask cheekily. She scoffs a little, tossing her hair.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm simply saying that you're the best choice." She says with a huff walking off a little more. And just like that, the nice Erica is gone and the regular has returned.
"And what's that supposed to mean, Erica?" I ask dryly. She sniffs her nose a little,
"Well," she begins, "Simply that if I could, I would chose someone who doesn't have the misfortune of being related to David or Krystal." She says.
"I-"
"I know, it's not your fault. No one would wish for such a thing, I'm merely saying that I don't want to think of the possibility of sharing any type of future family functions with dumb and dumber." She says bluntly.
"Gee, try not to hold back. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're human." I say back not fazed. She smiles smugly,
"Of course I'm not human. I'm Erica Kane." She says strutting off, leaving me with her bags. I know she's Erica Kane, that's my damn problem!
