"Brett! What brings you here?" The blonde woman said answering the door. She pulled the boy into a hug. "How are you? Have you been eating well?" She asked as she pulled back.
"I'm fine Mrs. Evans." The woman gave him a look. "Aunt Susan." He corrected with a smile. "Mr. Evans called and asked me to clean the pool." He answered.
"You don't have to do that Brett. You know that."
"Yeah. But you know, I don't deny Mr. Evans' orders and I could use the extra money. And it's been a while since I came and visit." He explained. "Anyways, these pools don't clean themselves. See you later Aunt Susan!" The blonde said heading to their pool.
After a few hours he saw Sam coming out with a tray of snacks and lemonade. "Hey. Thought you might want eat something." Sam said.
Brett placed a hand over his heart. "Sam Evans offering a tray of cookies and lemonade? For moi?!" He said dramatically. Then laughed.
"You've been spending too much time with Kurt." Sam laughed.
"Well Blaine is my manager, so I see him all the time. And since Kurt is a designer he's like my personal stylist." Brett shrugged. The two sat on the pool chairs and began munching on the cookies while Brett waited for the pool to be fill with water.
"Why do you need a stylist anyways? It's not like you have to wear a tux while racing." Sam said.
"I do need to look great in events and meetings you know. It helps your image to sponsors. And I get to have free clothes too." Brett explained. The other blonde just nodded and talk about random things, catching up with each other.
"Brett! It's good to see you here!" Xavier, the Evans' chef, said with his thick accent. Brett peeked into the kitchen knowing some of their housekeepers were there since it was almost lunch.
"How's it going Xavier?" Brett asked. While some of the maids hugged the young boy that they used to take care of.
"Ahh. Same old, same old. But we don't really see our little boy that tries to steal all the food anymore." He said by the stove.
"Sorry guys. I've been kind of busy." Bret apologized.
"It's okay my boy. We just missed you." Xavier said. Mrs. Evans came through the door. "There you are Brett. I was just looking for you. Here, James asked me to give you your pay." She handed him the money.
"This is too much." The blonde said as he counted the money. He tried to return the excess money to the older woman.
"It's okay. Consider it as a bonus." She said. He looked at her for a while then put the money in his pocket. "Are you staying for lunch?" Susan asked.
"Nope, sorry. I need to go visit someone." He said.
"Is it a girl? A special someone?" She teased.
"Umm. Yes. Kind of. You can say that." He answered. The rest of the people in the room teased him.
"At least take a bite before you go." Mrs. Evans insisted.
"Of course I would. Even if you forbid me I would try to steal some. Who wouldn't want to eat Xavier's food?" He joked and stole a sandwich from the kitchen island.
"And he stole the sandwich! The one with most vegetables too!" Xavier exclaimed. The people in the room laughed.
He walked across the grass with flowers on his hand and headed to his destination. He sat down and placed the flowers at the head of the gravestone. He traced the inscriptions with his finger. He looked up and observed his surroundings. The cemetery was well kept, it didn't look like those crowded cemeteries with weeds around some of the graves. All of the gravestones are a tile of marble with the epitaph of the deceased. All of them were the same, no tombstones sticking out from the ground. no crosses. it was all flat. At first you would think it was a park until you get close enough to see the gravestones. On the farther end you can see where the richer people bury their family. All the bodies of their deceased member kept in their family's grave house, home, memorial? He doesn't know what they call it. Like what Sam's family had. They had one of those houses where his grandparents were inside this marble case thingy. The blonde looked back down on the gravestone, remembering when his Aunt Susan asked what he wanted to do with his Mama's body. If he wanted to bury or reincarnate it. He always think of why would they ask a 5 year old what he wanted to do with a dead body but he was grateful they did. After explaining what they did when they reincarnate a body Brett decided that he wanted to bury his Mama. He didn't want his Mama's body to be burned to ashes.
"Hey Mama." He said. At first he thought that talking to a gravestone was silly. Maybe because he didn't accept the fact that the only family he had was dead. Sure he considered the Evans and the other housekeepers as family but she was the one who carried him for nine months, the one who'd dance with him because they felt like it, the one who he slept next to since he didn't have his own room back time, the one who held him tight at night when he had a nightmare, the one who said that she would protect him from the monsters in the closet or under the bed and thunder. She was his mother. After a while, talking to his mom's grave was relaxing. He could tell her anything. He felt safe, like he can feel her presence. He knew that his mother was with him spiritually and physically. It may sound creepy that he found it comforting knowing that his mother was six feet under him, like she wasn't wiped out of the earth entirely.
"How are you doing up there?" He asked. "I cleaned their pool today. They paid me too much though. I think Aunt Susan was the one who slipped the extra cash. She's always kind to me. I have a race coming up soon. Blaine said that I should up my game a little because a lot of sponsors would be attending the race. He said that if I win I might get a contract with Honda. How cool is that? They might give me a new bike for free. Anyways, I met this awesome girl at Puck's party. Her name is Santana. Who knew she's Quinn's best friend. I accidentally spilled my drink on her at the party. It was Puck's fault, he bumped into me. I gave her my hanky too, she hasn't return it yet though. She could have it, I wouldn't mind. She's really cool and funny at least to me, they always say that she's feisty. We text each other almost everyday. Sometimes we run into each other at the coffee shop in the mornings. I think we're becoming really good friends. I really like her though. Not in a friendship type of way." He picked at the pieces of grass. "Sometimes we'd hang out with Quinn but somehow that girl manages to leave me alone with San. She's really pretty. Her eyes are like chocolate, they're so brown. What do you think I should do? You'd probably tell me to go after her." He laughed. "But what if she doesn't like me that way?" He stopped looked around, trying to calm himself with the surroundings. "Don't you think my feelings for her has escalated too quickly? I don't know, I can't control my feelings for her. It's kind of scary because I've never felt this kind of attraction to anyone." He stopped again and swallowed. "I miss you. I really wish you were here with me right now. I wish you could could tell me that you're always worried every time I ride a motorcycle and call it a death trap." Small tears were falling down his cheeks. "I wish you could be here to witness every important event in my life. Like watching my next race. I really wish that you could meet my friends. I wish you could meet Santana." He wiped his tears away and laughed at himself. "I'm being silly again, getting all emotional. I think I'm having one of 'those days' as you girls say it." He laughed again. "I just really miss you ya know? You and your silly ways. If we combine our silly ways we might make end wars and have world peace. I know, I'm exaggerating. Anyways," He stood up and patted away the dirt on his shorts. "I gotta get going. Are you okay up there? Are you happy? Because if you're happy then I'm happy too. Love you Mama. I'll visit you soon." He said and mounted his bike and headed back to his apartment.
Soo? What do you think? All mistakes are mine. :D
