"MOULIN ROUGE!" Bobby screamed from the living room, signaling that Nancy
had arrived. I sat up, I could hear murmuring in the other room, probably
about me. I sighed, this had gone on long enough, if I wanted to be
different then the people I ran from honesty was the only way to do things.
"Hey mes amis." I said as I walked from my room straight to the couch.
"How are you today Kaos?" Nancy asked getting the blender out. I turned to her and gave a smile. I noticed my hands were shaking as I worked up the courage to do what I was about to do.
"Kale...my names Kale." I said and grabbed a photo album, flipping through it I found the perfect picture. It was pretty hard considering I was trembling more than I was used to, so I clenched my hands into fists and took a deep breath.
"Kale...I know that name..." Bobby said walking slowly towards the couch where I was sitting cross-legged and nervous as Hell. Giving him a weak smile I nodded before pulling the picture from the album.
"Kale LeBeau, you worked wit' my parent's." I said and handed him the picture of Papa chasing my mother around the pool. I couldn't look in his eyes, I knew he would hate me, or something like that. I was just waiting for him to tell me to leave, or something along those lines. Maybe even to hit me, I cringed at the thought and took another deep breath.
"Rouge...is your mother?" he asked and sat down next to me, Nancy flanked me on the other side. I shrugged and played with my thumbs that were still trembling although, not as bad as before.
"I don' really have a mother...she left Papa an' me when I was little." I said keeping my eyes fixed on my fingers. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my shoulders, engulfing me in a hug. "Wha???" I asked. I looked at him with questioning eyes and he laughed at me. Which made me give him a confused smile, making him laugh even harder.
"You thought I would be mad at you?" Bobby said with a sparkle in his eyes. I nodded slowly and he let out a huge laugh. "I could never be mad at you kid! You were already one of my best friends, this just makes you practically family!"
I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek. Bobby wiped it away gently and gave me another huge hug. Slowly rubbing circles on my back like the way Papa used to do when I couldn't sleep.
"Why did you leave them?" Bobby asked while I was still in his hug. I groaned, I kind of knew that this question would come eventually, I just didn't want it to.
"Dey lied t' me." I said softly as he let me go, I wiped my eyes. "Dey told me dat it was love at first sight and dat one day dey're powers jus' disappeared and den one day dey jus' came back for no reason...and Marie said dat she left and became a waitress but she didn'! She went to some lady an' helped her steal things..." I said finally letting it all go.
They both hugged me and whispered that everything would be okay. I could hear that Nancy was crying to, but she was the emotional one out of our trio, she cried every time we watched Moulin Rouge. We stayed like that until I finally wiped my eyes and gave them a smile.
"Okay...Moulin Rouge." I said and they both laughed. Finally I laughed with them, making Bobby smile like it was Christmas and Nancy smile like she was a proud parent.
"Actually I think this calls for a celebration, let's go out...to a movie, supper, bowling, horse-shoes...ICE CREAM!" Bobby stood up and began pacing, silently planning our entire night. I looked down at my hands, which were still shaking. This was huge news. I didn't really expect it to go that well. Of course I was ecstatic that they didn't kick me out or hate me or something, it was just weird to think that I was accepted.
"Okay, here's the plan team!" Bobby said interrupting my train of thought. "A movie, probably a Colin Farrell movie if we leave it up to the young'n." I had to agree with that one, but he was so pretty. "Then we go for ice cream, because ice cream is tasty."
As if he actually had to justify having ice cream, ice cream was just a necessity. And on celebration days ice cream meant the Olympus sundae at the local 50's diner.
I smiled and went to grab my coat. I had a feeling tonight was going to be all good. And my feelings were never wrong, well almost never at least.
We sat around a small table after the movie waiting for the waitress to give us our ice cream, discussing the logic behind the giant umbrella.
If I had've known how much better I would've felt right after I told Bobby I would've told him a long time ago. It was like an enormous weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could finally fully enjoy the time that I had left with Bobby, even though the thought of returning home was in the back of my mind. I tried not to think about home though, I concentrated on having fun with Bobby, my new bestfriend, and Nancy too.
"Hey small-pint, you're in dream land again!" Bobby said snapping me back into the real world, as our giant sundae was set in front of us. I grinned and took a giant bite of the sundae. I was eating happily when I noticed that Bobby wasn't eating and when I looked up at him with questioning eyes he had a very weird look on his face.
"You okay mon amis?" I asked waving a hand in front of his face. He grinned and nodded wiping a hand across his eyes. I could've sworn that I saw a stray tear, but didn't make any mention of it.
"I just can't believe that you're her daughter, I mean, for so long we were so tight...then shit went down, that's not important, and now you're here. It's pretty intense." He said giving me another weird look, I shifted uncomfortably and shrugged.
We ate the rest of our sundae in silence, raced the whole way home and completely collapsed. After a sugar high it's pretty hard to sleep, so I went up to the roof, something I had done once or twice. I think the open air calmed me down, and on the roof there was no one to question whether or not it was past my bedtime.
Since Bobby's flat was on the top floor, I had direct access to the roof, where an old punching bag was set up. I used it to stay in shape after huge sundaes or a pizza-eating contest. I stretched for a few minutes, did a bit of Yoga, the way my god-mother had taught me and finally hit the bag, ignoring the dust that came off of it. After I beat the punching bag for a bit I collapsed on my back and stared at the stars, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if Papa was looking at the same ones.
"Hey mes amis." I said as I walked from my room straight to the couch.
"How are you today Kaos?" Nancy asked getting the blender out. I turned to her and gave a smile. I noticed my hands were shaking as I worked up the courage to do what I was about to do.
"Kale...my names Kale." I said and grabbed a photo album, flipping through it I found the perfect picture. It was pretty hard considering I was trembling more than I was used to, so I clenched my hands into fists and took a deep breath.
"Kale...I know that name..." Bobby said walking slowly towards the couch where I was sitting cross-legged and nervous as Hell. Giving him a weak smile I nodded before pulling the picture from the album.
"Kale LeBeau, you worked wit' my parent's." I said and handed him the picture of Papa chasing my mother around the pool. I couldn't look in his eyes, I knew he would hate me, or something like that. I was just waiting for him to tell me to leave, or something along those lines. Maybe even to hit me, I cringed at the thought and took another deep breath.
"Rouge...is your mother?" he asked and sat down next to me, Nancy flanked me on the other side. I shrugged and played with my thumbs that were still trembling although, not as bad as before.
"I don' really have a mother...she left Papa an' me when I was little." I said keeping my eyes fixed on my fingers. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my shoulders, engulfing me in a hug. "Wha???" I asked. I looked at him with questioning eyes and he laughed at me. Which made me give him a confused smile, making him laugh even harder.
"You thought I would be mad at you?" Bobby said with a sparkle in his eyes. I nodded slowly and he let out a huge laugh. "I could never be mad at you kid! You were already one of my best friends, this just makes you practically family!"
I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek. Bobby wiped it away gently and gave me another huge hug. Slowly rubbing circles on my back like the way Papa used to do when I couldn't sleep.
"Why did you leave them?" Bobby asked while I was still in his hug. I groaned, I kind of knew that this question would come eventually, I just didn't want it to.
"Dey lied t' me." I said softly as he let me go, I wiped my eyes. "Dey told me dat it was love at first sight and dat one day dey're powers jus' disappeared and den one day dey jus' came back for no reason...and Marie said dat she left and became a waitress but she didn'! She went to some lady an' helped her steal things..." I said finally letting it all go.
They both hugged me and whispered that everything would be okay. I could hear that Nancy was crying to, but she was the emotional one out of our trio, she cried every time we watched Moulin Rouge. We stayed like that until I finally wiped my eyes and gave them a smile.
"Okay...Moulin Rouge." I said and they both laughed. Finally I laughed with them, making Bobby smile like it was Christmas and Nancy smile like she was a proud parent.
"Actually I think this calls for a celebration, let's go out...to a movie, supper, bowling, horse-shoes...ICE CREAM!" Bobby stood up and began pacing, silently planning our entire night. I looked down at my hands, which were still shaking. This was huge news. I didn't really expect it to go that well. Of course I was ecstatic that they didn't kick me out or hate me or something, it was just weird to think that I was accepted.
"Okay, here's the plan team!" Bobby said interrupting my train of thought. "A movie, probably a Colin Farrell movie if we leave it up to the young'n." I had to agree with that one, but he was so pretty. "Then we go for ice cream, because ice cream is tasty."
As if he actually had to justify having ice cream, ice cream was just a necessity. And on celebration days ice cream meant the Olympus sundae at the local 50's diner.
I smiled and went to grab my coat. I had a feeling tonight was going to be all good. And my feelings were never wrong, well almost never at least.
We sat around a small table after the movie waiting for the waitress to give us our ice cream, discussing the logic behind the giant umbrella.
If I had've known how much better I would've felt right after I told Bobby I would've told him a long time ago. It was like an enormous weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could finally fully enjoy the time that I had left with Bobby, even though the thought of returning home was in the back of my mind. I tried not to think about home though, I concentrated on having fun with Bobby, my new bestfriend, and Nancy too.
"Hey small-pint, you're in dream land again!" Bobby said snapping me back into the real world, as our giant sundae was set in front of us. I grinned and took a giant bite of the sundae. I was eating happily when I noticed that Bobby wasn't eating and when I looked up at him with questioning eyes he had a very weird look on his face.
"You okay mon amis?" I asked waving a hand in front of his face. He grinned and nodded wiping a hand across his eyes. I could've sworn that I saw a stray tear, but didn't make any mention of it.
"I just can't believe that you're her daughter, I mean, for so long we were so tight...then shit went down, that's not important, and now you're here. It's pretty intense." He said giving me another weird look, I shifted uncomfortably and shrugged.
We ate the rest of our sundae in silence, raced the whole way home and completely collapsed. After a sugar high it's pretty hard to sleep, so I went up to the roof, something I had done once or twice. I think the open air calmed me down, and on the roof there was no one to question whether or not it was past my bedtime.
Since Bobby's flat was on the top floor, I had direct access to the roof, where an old punching bag was set up. I used it to stay in shape after huge sundaes or a pizza-eating contest. I stretched for a few minutes, did a bit of Yoga, the way my god-mother had taught me and finally hit the bag, ignoring the dust that came off of it. After I beat the punching bag for a bit I collapsed on my back and stared at the stars, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if Papa was looking at the same ones.