Cerian.
Everyone has that special date in a month,a date that's not Christmas,it's not thanks giving or independence day and not Halloween or any other date termed as holiday on the calendar.
Most special dates for a lot of people are on their birthdays, especially Dean who really likes to pull the it's my birthday month/week/day card the moment the calendar turns to June. To others,their special dates are of the day they got baptized or got their first kiss and others like me,their wedding anniversaries, that's the bracket I fall into.
May 8th was my special date.
May 8th was the day,I met Denver ,still remember it as if it was yesterday. I was just ten years,bored out of my mind at Sunday school listening to Mrs Wriggleworth talk about how God created the world . I've heard that story over and over again,every time we came to Sunday school. She says man was created from soil and that God created the world by command, let there be light,"
"Did God create the dinasours?" Ten year old me asked and Mrs Wriggleworth threatened to pinch me because according to her Dinasors didn't exist,they were just fables made up by crazy scientist.
"You're a phony," Another kid at the far corner accused our Sunday school teacher. He had blonde hair and pretty blue eyes with freckles on his cheek. The kid was new and looked rugged like he was from diving in a dumpster. Unlike the rest of us who wore our Sunday best,he wore rugs,his shirt had rat holes on it and a green stain on his left breast,his pants were dirty ,he had a missing socks and shoes with no shoe lace. Everyone saw him as an alien from another planet.
"Excuse me young man," Mrs Wriggleworth asked,arms akimbo, "What did you just say?"
"I said you're phony," He replied, "Everyone knows the universe and the world itself was formed from the big bang and that man evolved from an ape called ramapithecus, there's enough evidence in the world to prove that unlike your bed time story,"
"What is your name young man?"
The pretty boy smiled an icy smile, "Why do you care?" Everyone gasped at his lack of respect and Mrs Wriggleworth just had enough,she stormed to the boy,grabbed him by the elbow and threw him out of class.
I later met him at the church's play ground,swinging on the monkey bars,something drew me to him unlike everyone else who wanted to keep a distant from the new rude kid. Mrs Wriggleworth said he was going to hell and anyone else who will befriend him.
"I think what you did back there was rude and kind of cool,no one ever talks back to the Sunday school teacher?" I said foolishly.
"Do you believe in God?" The boy asked,jumping down from the monkey bar. I nodded and he just laughed,so I asked him the same question. "Do you?"
"What do you know about God?"
"I know he's a nice person,he cares for people and he punishes those who fail him,"
"Well, God killed my parents and they were nice people," I felt sorry for him, "And I'm just eleven years old. I hate him because he took something important from me and I think he's a dictator,it's always his way or the highway. What's your name kid?"
"Cerian," He smiled,genuine,this time.
"Denver,"
Mrs. Wriggleworth was right when she said,Denver was a one way ticket to hell.
8th May 2007.
From then on 8th May was my special date,the next year on that same 8th,Denver became my best friend,he asked me out on 8th May 2010,that's the same day I got my first kiss and lost my Vcard to him and we got married on 8th,days after I had turned 15,then made it official once I had turned 18 at the slopes of Mt. Kilimanjaro.
We've been together for 12 years.
"You literally brought the Serengeti to your back yard," Dean commented,eyes gazing at the make shift campsite.
There was a large luxury tent,a fire place and in front of the tent was a large green screen duplicating the Serengeti with a perfect view of Mt Kilimanjaro. I had a team of experts working on the scenery from the time Denver left the house. The team was almost done,they were just hanging up the fairy lights.
"Thought you were planning to go to Tanzania on this day?"
"Yeah I was," I opened a can of soda, "But the cyclone that hit Mozambique had its effect on Tanzania,so going there is a bit of a problem, can you not eat that,those marshmallows are for Denver,"
"Dude,you're creative, can I have a pie then,I'm hungry,"
"Have a pie," I waved,then looked at my watch, slightly panicking that it was 7:30pm,meaning I had to go pick my husband up from the office. "Dude,once this guys are done,could you please clear up and lock the door,m going to pick Denver,"
"Sure,"
I rushed to the door,then stopped and turned to my best friend, "Oh! Tell Corny,I'm sorry we couldn't come to watch him play,"
"He knows what day it is today, I'll tell you about the game and the victory sex," I crunched my face in disgust then walked out of the house as Dean chuckled humorously.
"Hello Vince," I greeted the driver as I climbed into the backseat, "How's Mary and the baby?"
"They are both healthy," Vince answered,turning the key on ignition as the car came to life with a soothing rumble, "They will be discharged this Friday,"
Vince was one of our two chauffers and our favorite,he was a fifty year old ginger head from Phoenix, married to Mary his highschool sweetheart and after thirty years of their marriage,Mary finally delivered their first born on Sunday. The guy's been glowing ever since.
"I'm happy for you guys,so what is it like to be a father?"
Vince's brown eyes met mine on the rare view mirror, "Scared,but at the same time exciting...can I ask you a question sir?"
"Cerian," I corrected, "Sure just ask,"
"Are you and Mr. Denver going to get kids...there a lot of adoption agencies around,"
"We are still thinking about it," I always said that to give myself some sort of hope, even Vince didn't seem to buy it but was wise enough to change the topic to sports.
At exactly 8:15pm ,Vince pulled up at the front of Dynasty and after telling him to wait for five to ten minutes,I slid out of the car and went inside the building.
A few people were still working at 8:15, some parking to leave,a few artists stuck in the studio trying to complete a song or write one, the night janitor,cleaning up after everyone's mess, dynasty was always as busy as it was during the day.
I said hi to some people then advanced straight to Denver's office, except he wasn't there but I knew he was within since his coat was still hung on the coat hanger and the laptop in his desk was still open. Maybe he went to get coffee, no he would ask Bexley to get him or that new intern,Zack..Zed...Zar..his name starts with a Z.
I'll just ask Bexley.
I had ignored her the first time walking straight into Denver's office as she filed her nails,also not bothering to acknowledge my existence. The fact that I had to now ask her about my missing husband,made me feel like my pride was being stepped on. Heaven knows I hated her as much as she loathed me.
She was still filing her nails even as I stood in front of her desk and cleared my throat to announce my presence. "Bexley," I called between gritted teeth. She huffed and looked up at me like I'm some sort of cockroach that needs to be swatted, "Have you seen Denver?"
"No,he left minutes ago,I don't know...but since he hasn't asked me to lock up, m sure he's around here somewhere,"
"Umm...thanks,"
I twirled on my heel and went down the studio hallways to check on him,maybe he was having a studio session with one of the artists he manages that aren't me.
Studio 16 and 17 were empty,I skipped 19 because it was locked on the inside,but stopped at 20 which had the in session sign pinned on the door.
Maybe Denver was here.
I gently grabbed the door knob and twisted it,quietly and slowly pushing the door open to avoid interrupting the session but what I saw made me choke on my breath.
Naked intern lay on the large desk,his back facing naked,sweaty husband that was standing behind thrusting in and out of the intern,both their faces crunched in pure bliss full pleasure as their erotic moans filled up the room and got absorbed in the sound proof walls.
"Fuck yes!" Intern moaned,eyes rolling to the back of his skull, "Right there,fuck..."
"Are you close," Denver panted,then leaned over intern's back and the two met for a passionate kiss.
My heart shattered.
Without a word,I slowly shut the door and walked away. I couldn't explain the feeling,was it sadness..was it anger...or was it just nothing. Maybe I saw it coming,knowing Denver isn't the most faithful guy on the planet,I should be used to it by now but still it hurt.
"Where's Denver?" Vince asked when I got back in the car.
"He's having a studio session,just drive around. I need to clear my mind ,"
The way Vince looked at me,I could tell he knew something was totally off but didn't question and I'm grateful for that
Happy* anniversary Cerian .