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"Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, 'cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us."
~Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill. Season 4, Episode 18- The Runaway Found
Fridays were the best day of the week. For the past two months they'd gone by generally the same way. Wake up with Zach, make breakfast for Zach, watch Zach drive to work, have fun. The third step was mainly a transition into the second schedule of the day. Once the first schedule was over I'd call up Becca and Annabelle talk a bit, meet up at one of our houses, drink coffee, go somewhere, do something ridiculous, come home and wait for the husbands to arrive. Then we'd all have dinner together, watch One Tree Hill, listen to the husbands make stupid comments, smack husbands, go home, have hot and heavy sex. Maybe to that last part.
"Oh my gosh, did you hear about Clarissa?" Becca was saying. Right now we were at step one of our 'have fun' schedule. Call up Becca and Annabelle. Somehow Annabelle had figured out how to get our phones to work so that we could all talk to eachother at the same time. In our trio, she was the genius, Becca was the spontaneous one, and I was the drifter. I went with what they did, knowing that one day Zach and I may have to pack up our bags and move. No attachments, I heard Zach's voice say in my mind. But I couldn't help it, I felt like I actually belonged to something real here.
"No, what happened to her?" I asked. Annabelle was a listener, I did the questioning for the both of us.
Becca went off with the latest scandalous story and when the phone conversation was over we went over to her place. When I got there with Annabelle she was ranting at her kid, Jonathan. He was 5 years old. Becca had him when she was 18, now she was 22. Jonathan was a trouble maker. "Dammit, Jonathan, when I get up there you had better be in bed without your Nintendo!" She cast us an apologetic look before marching up the stairs. "You two go make coffee!" She called.
Annabelle and I headed to the kitchen. She started the coffee machine, I got out the snacks. By now we were all comfortable around eachother that being in eachother's homes was like being at our own home.
Becca stomped back down the stairs and collapsed into a chair.
"What happened this time?" Annabelle asked.
"The little mongrel decided today would be a good day to stay home and pretend to be sick." She sighed and put her face in her hands. "How do you do it, Annabelle? How do you have the perfect angelic child and I have a little demon that is hell bent on making my life chaos?"
She smiled at Becca sympathetically and handed her a coffee. "You know you don't mean that. Jonathan's a good kid when he tries. You just need to give him boundaries and enforce them, just not by screaming at him. That'll only make him do the opposite." We always had this conversation that I usually tuned out. Listening to them was sometimes depressing as I realized what exactly it was that I didn't have. Which in this case, was a family. I had Zach, sure, but we'd had no choice in that. What I wanted was a child, but we couldn't have one. It would be too difficult.
"-yssa?" I realized Becca had said my name and I looked up with a "Hm?"
"We were asking what you wanted to do today." Annabelle said.
"Oh sorry. I don't know, can you go anywhere Becca? 'Cause if Jonathan's sick-"
Becca held up a finger. "One, that little monster is not sick. And two, I can call the nanny."
"Okay then…" I considered the possibilities. "How about that café that just opened up on Waverly Lane? I heard it was good."
The two looked at eachother. "Sure, I've never been there." Annabelle said.
Becca shrugged. "Neither. I've been wanting to check it out." She stood up and went into the living room. "Hold on, I just gotta call the nanny and we can get outta here." So we waited 15 minutes till the nanny got there then we left.
The café was really cozy and warm. It was air-conditioned which was great after being out in the hot weather. Rozera had really strange temperatures; sometimes it would go up very high almost to 40°C or go down very low to single digits overnight.
We sat down in plush brown chairs by the window and ordered our drinks. I got a frappuccino, Annabelle got a latte, and Becca got more coffee. Our order came and we talked and talked and talked. Soon enough we were at step six of the 'have fun' schedule.
This time dinner was going to be at our house. Annabelle had brought Jamie over and Becca had brought Jonathan. Jonathan was running around the house with a toy airplane while Jamie was standing on a chair helping with what he could.
Annabelle set a plate on the table and out a bowl of chopped vegetables beside it. "Here, honey, you can set up these veggies on the plate. Make it look nice for Daddy, okay?" Jamie nodded, hopped down from his chair, moved it, hopped up again and began to set up the vegetables.
I smiled. "He's such a cute kid."
Annabelle smiled too. "He's wonderful. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky."
Becca turned on the tap and rinsed her knife. "You got lucky by getting lucky."
It took Annabelle a few moments to understand but when she did she smacked her with a towel. "Perv. You make the act of love sound so frivolous."
Becca leaned over to her. "Speak English, cyborg. You make the English language sound like gibberish."
"Yeah? Well, at least-"
The door opened and I rushed to the foyer, glad for the intrusion on what would've been a session of bickering. "They're home!"
"Daddy!" Jamie cried, his little feet bounding to the door.
He hopped into Brandon's arms while I approached Zach. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "Hey, how was work?" I asked.
"Same as usual." He said. "A lot of paperwork, a lot of signatures, and a lot of boring conversations. How about you? Did you guys have fun?"
"Yep. We're trying out a new recipe so if it completely sucks lie and say you love it." I said.
He laughed. "Gotcha. I'll be right back, I have to change." Brandon, Shaun, and Zach all met up after work on Fridays, changed, then came over to whosever house it was we were eating at. So Brandon and Shaun were already in their normal clothes.
After dinner the nannies came and took Jonathan and Jamie home. We all settled in front of the TV, Becca, Shaun, and Zach on the floor, the rest of us on the couch.
Becca sat in front of the DVD player. "Does anyone remember where we left off? I think I fell asleep last time."
"Uh, I'm pretty sure that today we're supposed to watch episode 18-"
"Season 4." Becca jutted in. "Right." She popped out the disc and put it in the player. "Okay people! Let's do this!"
The first third of the episode went by generally without too many comments. Later was when they started coming.
"Poor Peyton." Annabelle said. "She's been through so much yet bad things keep happening to her."
"Sometimes life sucks that way." Becca commented.
"I think Peyton's weird, she's too much of a drama queen." Brandon added.
"She's got nice legs." Shaun said. That earned him a whack on the head from Becca. "Ow! What was that for!" She ignored him and continued watching.
I got up and went to the kitchen to get us some fruits. Absentmindedly I listened to both the TV and chose the food. Well, I more just listened.
Otherwise I would've realized that I'd just made the biggest mistake ever.
I came back and put the plate down. I took a mango and shared it with Zach. Halfway through it Becca looked up at us and noticed. "Hey, aren't you allergic to mangoes, Nik?" We glanced at eachother and felt a change in the atmosphere. A very very bad one. By now I knew the feeling I got when we'd been caught. All of a sudden everyone was up, the TV show forgotten.
"Who are you?" I said at the same time as Becca.
"Becca, don't-" Annabelle cautioned, but too late. Becca had pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. Then everyone else had a gun out. Annabelle, Becca, Shaun, and Brandon were on the same side, so therefore most guns were pointed at us.
"Don't make me repeat the question." Becca warned.
"I'll answer your question if you answer mine. Who are you and who do you work for?" I said. Technically two questions.
"We work for no one." She said. That's when she slipped up and her real accent came through. An accent that I hadn't heard since the day I'd ran away with Zach from Gallagher.
I lowered my gun. "Bex?"
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