Sound the trumpets! Bang those drums! For it is time for the wondrous known the world over as chapter four. Enjoy.
"Too rich for my blood, I'm out." Annie tells Jack after he announced the amount she owed after landing on his Park Place with its lovely hotel on top of it. Once again, just like all the other times we play this game Jack managed to dominate control.
"Same with me honey, I think now would be a good point to call it a game. After all we have been playing for over two hours." Had it really been that long? Even though I believed the words Molly spoke I still look down at my watch 9:15. Wow time does fly when you have something of somewhat entertaining value to focus your energy on. I listen to everyone else and my self-included give various responses of agreement. Annie prods her finger into my upper arm, her polite way of asking me to move to allow her out of the booth. I consider just staying where I am and seeing how long it will take till she actually asks me; than I realize she can sure tap hard!
"I am going to put in X-Men who wants to join me?" Jack asks us all as he pulls the DVD off of the shelf, he had actually asked his mother to let it out instead of bruising her arm.
"Sure."
"I'll pass."
"No." All said at the same moment as Annie laid herself on the couch and Molly wandered over the mini-fridge. I just sat there as if frozen in time in a semi-bad movie. I had seen the DVD six times already and though I did like it to make it seven times is not on my agenda of things to do this week. The thought of heading to my bunk floats into my mind, but I realize that the boredom alone will increase it's strength. Picking up the box laying up by my bare feet I begin to disable the game and place it correctly away. Molly has her back facing me; her shoulders slumped down slightly in her hand she is holding a can of 7-Up unopened. I wish I could see her face, to be able to steal carefully planned glances at her beautiful eyes, but only leave them for a tiny fraction of time so not to draw her attention to me.
The windows to the soul are the eyes they say. I have to say I don't like the picture I receive from her window. Foggy, out of focus as if a small child is pressing anxiously against the pane glass window staring outside waiting for the ice-cream to come into view, but soon understands no is coming, still they stay in the same place waiting. I want to be the one to pull her away, to show her the world with a brand new view. I know she won't let me or anyone for that matter have that honor. She's afraid. Perhaps of taking chances, of the possibility failure will meet her around the next corner. Molly lives life with little fear, doesn't devour off course, because in the past changing lanes only brought disappointment. She tries to hide it and hopes that nobody can tell, but I see the picture clearly.
"Do you want this?" My thoughts are interrupted by her voice as she holds the aluminum can out for the possibility of my grabbing it.
"Don't you want it?"
"No, well I did but I changed my mind. So do you want it or not?" Finding myself confused as of why she didn't just place it back on the shelf instead of trying to pass it off to me. I smile and nod reaching my hand outward to take a hold of the drink, her fingers linger slowly over mine, and I look up at her and am welcomed into her window. Like a clap of thunder she jerks her hand away and takes a few stumbled steps backwards her expression flustered and unsure as of what to say or what to do.
"I'll be in my room reading for a bit." Molly calls out for us all to hear and escapes from view. I stare at the green colored object in my hand trying to decide what just happened, if anything at all. It couldn't be that, could it? Sighing out loud causing both X-Men watchers to move their focus from the TV screen to myself their way of asking what's up? I give no response out loud or encrypted and turn myself in the booth to watch the cars pass us by.