Living with Kuza 2
Bryan's POV
I open my eyes as I hear the car door being slammed shut and then some serious string of curses. Dang, I didn't know until this day that my sister was an unofficial master of cussing. Gotta give her that. She yells at someone out there and I see Ian sneaking to the door and peep through the window next to it, as it almost is the only window he can see clearly through.
"That performance was because one weird looking dude. Perhaps the one you yelled at."
Tala stirs but doesn't wake up as she nears the door, yelling. I never knew that you could use the 'motherfucker' that creatively.
"IS IT MOTHERFUCKING ILLEGAL TO LOOK AFTER MY LIL'BRO AND HIS FRIENDS? YOU ARE PATHETIC AND I WOULD NEVER EVER DATE YOU NOW SCRAM BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!" Tala is wide awake now and blinking furiously. I think I'm having a dreamy expression on my face, because Kuza is something I could consider a perfect bigsis. She kicks ass. I know, I'm wearing that expression down but I just can't bloody help it!
"That sounded familiar. Now I'm 100 % certain she -is- your sister. Not that the behaviour and the looks didn't speak volumes…" Tala snorts and I slap him upside the head, careful with his wounds. He has managed to forget his pain for a while.
The front door slams and we turn to see Maria smiling to us like a sun. I sweatdrop. Now she's like nothing happened. BTW… What is that wonderful smell?
"As I think you've been all goody-two-shoes, boys, I brought you something. What? The fact that the house is still standing is the indicator, Ian. Now, let's not let this yummy to cool too much. Spence, help Tala up and into the kitchen. He deserves a lunch with us all after 3 days in that room of mine."
My sister officially spooks me. I think I smell… Something I haven't tasted for over 10 years. I can smell cinnamon. There must be sugar too. They fit together. And there are only two kinds of food which are perfect with those. Since it's not Christmas, it has to be… Apple pie! I'm ready to worship her and sacrifice Ian… Err… Never mind. I was told to cut the violence a bit.
And why Tala is looking at me like that? Aw, hell. I must be drooling or somethin'. Why Maria is hugging me? Oh, yeah. I think I'm crying. I should stop spacing out.
"Bro? It's just an apple pie." It not just an apple pie, sis. You don't understand! Maybe I should say that aloud too…
"Sis, I haven't got apple pie since… Since I was 4 years old I guess. I still remember the smell and all." Now my teammates will keep me as a loser. I cry over a pie. Man, I'm such a…
"Let's make it more memorable then. Come on before it cools too much." She drags me to the kitchen. When did she have time to take it out of the box and all. Spence and Ian… Heck. How long I stood there bawling? I feel like banging my head to the wall right now. But why on earth are they looking at me with… Great. I don't even know the feeling they- whatever. I want pie!
~some apple pie later~
"I found some B-class movies. I have a huge box of them. Or would you rather go to bed? Because Beyblading after lunch is not good and besides, if Tala can't 'blade, no-one in this house will until he can pull the ripcord." She shows us a bunch of movies with cheesy covers. I snort and Tala looks away quickly. The FrankenHookers, The Naked Enemy of King Arthur, The Killing Motorcycle, Perverted Winter… OMG… Those movies are B-Classic! They sound something that even the perv, goggle-wearing… Ahem.
"Let's watch 'em. Are you sure Ian is old enough to watch those?" He looks even younger what he is…
"No. All these are NC-17. But so cheesy and weird that only the bad directing can cause nightmares. Well, The Killing Motorcycle is pretty good spooking. At times. If you didn't see all the tricks."
How we all managed to squeeze onto her sofa, is a mystery. Ian actually sits on the armrest. The FrankenHookers was pretty good; the screams of the zombie-like hookers just gave me a headache. Perverted Winter… The movie of my dreams. Whose cell phone is ringing? Wait, only Maria has a cell phone in this house…
She makes a mad dash to the kitchen and picks up.
"Hel- oh, it's you Andrew…"
Andrew is her manager. What I've heard, he's nervous wreck and tries to keep Maria occupied. Fat change, buddy.
"Andrew, are you sure you can hear well? Because I said that I take this month off and if necessary, half of the next too. I need to make up the lost years to my brother. Scram, idiot. I very clearly stated that no concerts for a month!"
She gonna pop the vein soon with this rate. Good job Andrew. Another explosion from the family Kuznetsov… I motion the others to cover their ears. 3… 2… 1…
"ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING DEAF, MOTHERFUCKER? I SAID DON'T BOOK ANYTHING FOR THIS MONTH!"
I dare to uncover my ears. Something crashes and the hallway mirror shatters. Only the mirror? I guess her punches are not so hard after all. She looks like she is royally pissed. She stalks to the basement and I think it'd be a good moment to help Tala back to bed. Fucking painkillers make the captain sleepy. Well, as long as he's not breathing down my neck and bothering me to practise.
I lean on the railing as I watch her sit there, huddled between the washing machine and the dryer. She's crying, make-up all smeared as she has wiped the tears. I wonder what she feels.
"God I hate him sometimes. I love singing and performing, honestly, Bry. He just sees you and the boys as a hobby. I want to spend time with ya guys, get to know to you. Live here with you until you are fine and settled. Then I'll make you a practise room down here and I dare to leave you here for some time. Don't give me the glare, Bryan. You are not completely cool or ok with the everyday life."
I squat down in front of her. She is right. No-one really understands how we were years ago. Finally deciding to try to cheer her, I reach for her, drag her on her feet and give her an awkward hug. Awkward because her spikes and I haven't exactly hugged anyone before… Scratch that. In 12 years.
"I go to wash up and maybe we could play cards?" I think I'm smiling. It takes time to get used to it. According to Ian my smile is still a bit scary.
"Tala's asleep so we need to be quiet."
"Tell that to Ian."
"Who screamed this morning?"
"Damnit…"