Chapter 2: The Untold Being Nearly Told
I Died In My Dreams Reaching Out For Your Hand…
Recap: "Turning, Jasmine snapped at her son "What have you got to say Tala? That it's not your fault? I hear it everyday from you men!" Throwing her jacket back on, she grabbed her purse and turned for the door, "And I don't want to hear another word from you two again!" With that, Jasmine left, slamming the door behind her."
Wincing at her mother's uncalled for, sudden reaction, June's eyes slowly wandered over to her brother, who stood still and silent. As if he sensed her eyes upon him, Tala's eyes wandered over to June's, his face a bit pale. Never in their lifetime, had their mother bitten off their heads in anger… Or Tala's anyways; Tala was the center of attention, he never got yelled at, never. The two stood in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other, as if waiting for the other to break the silence. As usual, Tala was the one to make the first move.
Tala took hold of June's shoulders, and gently pushed her towards the table, forcing her to sit down as he walked over and sat across from her. June watched as Tala took a piece of paper from the pile of papers and advertisements that piled a lovely stack amongst their table and countertops. Scrounging up what he could, Tala found a pen and began sketching out a shape in which was very familiar to June. All her life she'd grown up with Tala, watching as he bladed, and as his obsession, or hobby went on; she was even more familiar with the tactics of such an odd object.
Sitting in silence, June continued to watch as Tala continued his sketch of the Beyblade. This was one of her major reasons for admiring her brother, or being jealous over him; of all the talents Tala had, art was a very common one. 'Tala's life seems to revolve around beyblading, soccer, music and art…Scratch that, he lives for sports' June smiled lightly in admiration. Tala could do everything she couldn't. He could blade, he could cook, he could tutor, he could even sing. And amazingly, Tala knew how to throw on a good show, weather it was dancing or talking. Tala seemed to be everything June wasn't: Confident, strong, loyal, independent…And so much more. It was quite an issue for June. Her brother was everything, and she, she was nothing more than the girl that stood behind him…Or beside him; the perfect reason to hate him. Though she loved him, June hated her brother. She loathed him with a passion, yet she had to love him.
Noticing the audience he had, the redhead stopped cross-hatching his lines for shading, and dropped the pen. Still, June didn't seem to notice, she seemed to be in La-La-Land. Looking over to her, Tala remained silent, what was up with her? June never seemed to be so…Quiet; not that she was a loud girl. Heck, his sister was a very quiet and collected girl…No, not girl. His sister wasn't a little baby girl anymore. She was very well worthy of being noted as a lady, better yet, a woman. Ever since June was four and Tala was turning five, June was known as a little girl, and she still was. Tala was always the 'little man' or the 'young gentleman'. Never in his lifetime could he recall ever being known as 'the boy' or the 'baby' of the family; that was June's role. And she was lucky for it. 'She has no idea how lucky she is to be the baby of the family…She has no clue…' Sighing, Tala leaned back in his chair…Only to soon see the blurr of the couch, and the ceiling flash before his eyes.
Jumping, June looked across the table to Tala's drawing, it was gorgeous. The shading was made of small lines crossing over each other, and the attack ring had a lot of small, detailed designs; she adored it. Looking across the table, June blinked as she didn't see her brother…Nor a chair. Pulling out her chair, and leaning down to look beneath the table, June laughed at what she saw. There, lying on top of the broken remains of the chair which lay on the floor was a sore and baffled Tala.
Looking over to his sister through half shut eyes, Tala groaned in response to her meek question 'are you okay?' .Laughing, June slid down to sit beside Tala, dragging his paper down in front of her. Tala's eyes opened a bit more as he was somewhat curious on why she'd taken his drawing, she didn't even enjoy beyblading…Or at least he didn't think she did.
"Tala, do you mind if I hung this up in my locker? I promise it won't get ruined." Tala was a bit taken back; why was his sister asking to take one of his drawings? Usually she'd get all mad at him for drawing something, and rip it up…But now she was asking to keep it? Tala's steely blue eyes met to June's forest green ones. For a while there, Tala stared at her, not looking away nor speaking; and neither did she.
It wasn't that June was scared of her brother and didn't dare look away, it was that she couldn't. He had the gaze of an animal, once his eyes locked onto you, they would not move away; you were the target, the center, the prey. June narrowed her eyes slightly as she stared at Tala's eyes. Tiffany was right, Tala did have gorgeous eyes, and they did represent his bitbeast and attitude…Tala was a strong, leading man, who was very independent and strong… Blinking, Tala waved to June as he sat up
"Yeah, Sure you can have it, I don't care."
"Huh…Wha?"
"I said, Yea, You can have it, I don't care."
"Have what?"
"…" Tala looked at June for a moment, suddenly pressing the back of his hand to her forehead "Are you feeling okay?" Pulling away, June swatted Tala's hand "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for the picture." She said, standing up, walking towards the stairs, only to stop when Tala threw a chair leg in her direction, which missed her by a mile. Jumping, June turned around "What was that for! Are you trying to kill me!"
Tala smiled and shook his head "No…I missed on purpose. Remember, I used to play baseball, I know how to throw. I want to know what's getting into you lately, suddenly; you want a drawing I've done. And you haven't been complaining to me about Tyler or any other guy." He said, standing, walking towards June "What's up?"
Stepping back, June looked down to the floor, clutching the picture to her chest as though it were her prized possession. Staring at the ground her smile faded, seeming fake as she tried to smile again. "N-nothing's wrong…I'm just tired" She said, turning and making her way towards the stairs again, only to have a firm grip grab her wrist. Stopping dead in her tracks, June looked down at her wrist and stood with her back to Tala, relaxing a bit as he let go of her wrist.
"Hey…I'm sorry that I grabbed your wrist June, but I don't like seeing you keep to yourself like this…" He said speaking to his sister's back. It wasn't that he wanted to know every secret and problem his sister had, hell no, never, but he didn't like seeing her secretive and jumpy; it looked like she was hiding something and wanting to say something, but she was unable to. She looked like she was going to get beaten to a pulp after telling someone whatever it was she was hiding.
June merely shrugged lightly "I'm not hiding anything, honestly. Tala, you know I'd tell you if anything were bothering me, don't you?"
This got him, she was right. She never did hide anything from him, and if she needed to talk, she would. Sighing lightly, Tala rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah…Sorry. I guess I was getting a bit pushy. Look, we're both tired, so we'll both get some sleep…I'm sure we're going to need it anyways.. Tomorrow is Sunday…and that means school on Monday. This caused a groan from June. "Yeah…I know exactly how you feel about Mondays…But hey, they're easy for you, so you should be grateful you brat"
June furrowed her brows as she turned to look at him "Im not a brat!" Tala laughed "I know…Go to sleep. Mom's making breakfast…If she isn't, then I will. And Im not calling you four times to get your lazy rear out of bed!" June nodded as she walked up the stairs.
Geez that was too close for comfort…I'll tell him someday…Just not now.
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Geez! That took forever..And I am soooo sorr-wtf…Okay Im a bit offset with these dots Im seeing…Erm Yeah, Okay. Im sorry for this being such a cruddy chapter. I promise I'll get better. Im recovering from writer's block, and Im enduring pain from a wisdom tooth and a moler. Thankyee's to everyone who reviewed or even reads what I write! I love joo…And….If you see any awkward..flying dot things inbetween each word…or little 'paragraph' signs all over it, I apologise so much…I have no clue what I did, but I meant to press 'ctrl+shift+I' and I pressed something else..and now I see these weird symbols all over the page..Anyhoo, yessums, g'night, and Thankyee for letting me use Brooklyn in a similar way in her story, yet different. 33
