"When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?"
A slight smile builds up while I type. I watch the bar making its way from the left to right, indicating the message being send and can hear the quiet noise of Batty receiving it in the living room.
*Pling* I feel slightly interrupted by my phone but turn back to its screen. "How about next Thursday?"
Gosh! How am I not adopted? I mean, honestly! Skye has no sense of literature what so ever… Too bad that Rosy and Tommy chose to spend a year working and traveling in the United Kingdom and now I'm stuck with only Skye and Batty.
*Pling* "Thursday sounds good to me. Where the place?"
At least Batty understands me. Well, it could also be that she was listening to me practicing. Actually, I think I made her practice with me just yesterday… It's not my fault that Skye moved out so she is the only one that I could take into consideration for practicing with me! Anyway, I'm glad she got my joke.
*Pling* "You guys are weird. Do you want to do the Coffee place again? I liked it"
Of course, Skye liked it. Since the waiter accidentally spilled a little coffee on her, she usually reminds him of it and can drink one coffee for free every time we go there.
"I will be satisfied"
I type, remembering the lines of Macbeth before it is my turn in the fourth act. I whisper them to myself and decide that they still sound more poetic than anything my classmates could ever utter.
*Pling* "What time would Miss Shakespeare propose?"
Maybe Skye does have some sense of humor. I ponder over writing a paragraph explaining that I am no Miss Shakespeare and just the first witch and, of course, a writer who is always interested in literary pieces but decide against it.
"Possibly, four in the afternoon?" I enter in the small box and can't resist adding "That will be ere the set of sun."
I can't wait for the encounter with my sister. It is Thursday today but only one o'clock so I am still stuck at school. Fortunately, my elective (drama class, what else?), captures the spot of my last period. Although I feel like being the only one who takes this seriously. Especially the few boys who dared to take drama seem totally immature. Daniel, who has the honor to play Macbeth, makes his character seem like a pathetic loser by mostly forgetting his lines and improvising some nonsense. It's such a waste of incredible theater experience that I'm missing and Daniel is not even funny! If only Mr. Geballe did something! Unfortunately, after every incident he only sighs and whispers the correct line.
Luckily, it isn't too bad today. Daniel only makes Macbeth seem daft by asking "Where thou think England may be?" in the middle of the play and some bad puns about his clothing along the way. I am not as close to strangling him as usually. Still I feel flushed with happiness when the sounds of the bell dismiss the class.
I make my way through the crowded halls towards the parking lot, blessing the fact that I am an owner of a perfectly good driving license and don't have to take the school bus with all the incredibly stupid and immature freshman anymore. My bright red car is still parked at the far end of the parking lot but as I exit the door I spot someone next to it. Please, let it not be someone who wants me to offer him a lift. As I come closer I recognize the blond hair and piercing blue eyes of my sister.
"Skye?!" I yell at her, still across half of the parking lot. "What on earth?"
She doesn't answer until I'm close enough to speak without yelling.
"I.." she looks down at the tip of her sneakers "I was close by and thought maybe you could give me a lift home."
I watch her strange behavior in surprise. "You don't even live at home anymore"
"Well…" There is a slight pause and I can see how she decides to let down her masquerade. Skye has been and will be forever a horrible actress. "You know the guy who constantly asks me on a date?"
I do remember. Skye told me about him the last time we met or maybe the one before. He seems pretty creepy, following her around and harassing her with her questions.
"Yea" I answer her "wasn't his name Michael?"
"Miguel" she corrects "he was waiting for me next to my car today so I decided to run by your school and take the Jane-taxi home. I mean we'll hang out today anyways." She shoots me a careful smile. "So let's go?"
I agree, shaking my head in disbelief and wondering what she could do to make him leave her alone. Needless to say she has dumped a couple glasses of soda on his head, threatened him and made it very clear that she has not the tiniest bit of interest in him.
Skye's arrival home leaves her to deal with a lot of hugs, kisses and kind words while I go to MY room. (Which is only mine since Skye moved out.) I decide to change into more relaxing clothes and wonder if a bright blue summer dress goes with red shoes. Batty peeks in my room and reminds me it's time to leave.
Skye seems calm and happy when we rush downstairs and tell her that it is time to leave, so I quickly grab my keys from the kitchen table and we head out.
"The Beans Coffee-Shop" is just a couple minutes from our house so we decide to walk, leaving lots of time for me to admire the beauty of the flowers that grow in the huge gardens that we pass. Skye tries to explain some of her studies at College to us but she knows I don't pay much attention. I can only think of the words we discussed in my last English class: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? - Thou art more lovely and more temperate: - Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
"Jane" I hear a voice some distance. "It's not May yet." The voice sounds annoyed and I wonder how someone could sound so negative in such a wonderful atmosphere. The noise decides to vanish so I keep on observing a little bee that flies almost next to my face and I worry if it could get tangled in my long, brown hair. I suddenly snap out of observing when I hear the ringing of a bell.
I look around and realize that we have reached our destination so I follow my sisters to the table next to the window. We picked it the first time we met here and it has become some sort of habit. The waiter attends our table and Skye's face shows her surprise. He is certainly new.
His light-brown hair is cut short, leading my gaze to his dreamy green eyes. His attention turns to me, he catches my gaze and I have a really strange feeling in my stomach. He smiles, warm but expectantly and I remember why.
"I just want a regular cup of coffee." I tell him.
He nods, writes it down and looks back up. "True beauty is in the ordinary things."
I gaze after him as he leaves but can't enjoy the moment because as soon as he is out of earshot my sisters start to laugh.
"Did you just meet your Shakespeare?" Skye jokes.
"Did your heart love till now?" Batty giggles. "Forswear it, sight! For she never saw true beauty till this night!" She almost falls of the bench she is sitting on and concentrates on keeping her laughter down when the waiter returns with our coffee.
Skye looks at him, as if this could show her his deepest secrets. "Matthew" she addresses him after she inspected his name tag.
"Actually, most people call me Matt" he replies after Skye seems to say no more.
"I'm honored to make your acquaintance" she replies and I can hear her mocking undertone and adds, much to my horror: "and so is my little sister Jane."
He seems caught off guard by this turn of events and directs a smile at me. "Hey Jane"
"Would you care to keep us some company while no other guests are around?" Skye intercepts before I can say anything. "You seem like a really nice guy, don't you think?"
Batty who struggles to contain herself answers with an "I guess" after excusing herself to the bathroom.