SAWYER'S MANSION
FOUR HOURS LATER,
YOUNG MASTER SAWYER.
"You brat, I've been yelling at you for the past half an hour and you're behaving as if I'm non-existent", I heard my grandma scream immediately I entered the front door.
" Grandma, grandma, grandma. Why shout out your only granddaughter", I said trying to pacify her.
Where's dad when you need him.
"Granddaughter, my foot", grandpa Julian, grandma's backer said.
"Grandpa. Welcome. Why did you come. I mean, WHEN did you come".
" Rubbish grandson of mine, I arrived about two hours ago. Come give grandpa a hug"
Laughing lightly, I objected, " hell no".
" I understand, you're shy. Well, you're a filial grandson unlike that grandchild of hers", he concluded, pointing towards grandma Rosaline.
" Old man Frank, I thought you were sleeping", grandma said smiling once she noticed her husband coming.
" I was", he replied as he glanced at the Wilson's old patriarch, "you mean that silly robot hasn't come down yet".
" Grandpa, she isn't a robot".
" Okay. She's a stupid excuse of a project from your father",
" Grandma, language please"
" Whether you tell them more than a million times, it wouldn't change their expression whenever they see me", I looked up to see Ramona coming down the stairs wearing a pink baggy top and a black bum- short.
She looks gorgeous as always, my little android sister.
How amazing
"Are you guys gonna keep the ruckus down or not", my sister said.
"You..brat"
" You've been yelling at me for half an hour and I've been acting like you're non-existent. Shouldn't you have kept quiet after 5 minutes. I thought you know this robot well enough to know that I could ignore you for a month if I have to. Soo.. if you don't want to die very soon, ignore me because I'll be doing the same. Alright. And grandpa Frank, you still need more rest. Take your wife with you. Then old man Wilson, your son-in-law isn't at home, that you should know. Why not move on with your life.."
I paled knowing full well that
" How dare you" ,
would follow. It always happens. My grandparents are becoming too old. They know Ramona doesn't give a shit towards them. And they always plan on embarrassing themselves all the time.
Grandparents of mine, Ramona's all grown up now, she doesn't care like she did before.
Demi Lovato's song filled the awkward silence that followed suit.
"NEVER PUTS MY LOVE OUT ON THE LINE, NEVER SAID YES TO DO RIGHT GUY,..."
" Hello, Master Riverdale, I've seen the project and I've told you the steps. We'll finalise the arrangements on Saturday, 4pm. You guys should come on time. I haven't got all day"
You'll rather be soliloquizing or doing some research
"Your loss then, Master Riverdale", she concluded hanging up.
Ignoring our grandparents, she gave a cold scoff and walked towards her room.
"BaBy Oóna", I called out as she glared at me.
"How many times would I tell you, Ryan, don't call her that", grandpa Julian said.
Sorry, not sorry
Grandpa only calls me by my name when he's really angry. And he always get angry when I call Ramona that.
Ignoring my grandparents stare and Oona's glare, I walked up to her and asked slightly smiling, "can't you compromise"
"No"
"I know, that's not how you do your things. But can't compromise. Just this once, for my sake"
" Why do you care so much"
" Because Orion Riverdale cares about relationship and he'll owe you. Accept it please"
" Fine. I'll head over on Saturday", she said moving towards her room with me following closely.
Which reminds me of our childhood days with her following me around.
Especially the period I return home.
Back to present, I'm glad she's won't be home this Saturday.
No problem from the oldies sides.
Turning around, she said to me, " if there's no problem, I'll get going. See you later, master Sawyer".
Watching her enter her room, I sighed.
Which girl's room is dull.
Wait.
Master Sawyer.
She never calls me that except,..
"Grandpa"
"Where's that child going"
"Grandpa, you can ask her yourself. She's your granddaughter. ONLY. If I'm not mistaken".
I walked to my room opposite as I heard him sigh.
Sometimes, I think grandpa likes her.
Sometimes, I don't know what to think.
Entering my room, I dialed my girlfriend number.
MISS SAWYER
Looking around in my electronic lavender and grey coloured bedroom, my lips curled warmly.
Then, I saw the Insurance textbook and French notepad scattered on the reading table in my room.
So many memories and I'm just seventeen.
The pictures, the glossy surface of the walls, the sea- like floor decorations.
The room screams of me.
I requested for the colour to be lavender because it's nearest to pink and apparently EVERY girl I know for some reason likes pink.
I'm talking like I have several girl friends.
Pink sounds horrible.
I sighed glanced at my walk-in closet, remembering Zaviera once gifted me a pastel pink hand- made ball gown on my birthday.
I love my room more than anything in the world.
Glancing at the heart shaped pillow on the king-sized bed.
Another birthday gift.
This time from a supposedly special person.
I hate my 'birthdays' but Zaviera, Ocean, Ryan and Zack.
And not to mention that supposedly special person.
"Miss, your lunner", a maid interrupted my thoughts with a knock from outside.
Only one person calls me Miss in this mansion.
"Darcy. Come on in already", I said collecting the tray immediately she entered.
She's been taking care of me since I can remember. She's the only person that respects my mother, so I love her.
"Miss, don't do that", she complained when I motioned for her to come join me.
" How many times, Darcy, have I asked you to drop the formalities. Nobody does it anyway".
" Because nobody does it, doesn't mean you aren't the young mistress of this house. One and Only".
I could list the people, I actually care for and respect. And Aunt Darcy would be part of it.
"Aunt Darcy..", I felt my eyes warm.
"Call me that one more time and I would put less sugar in your smoothies", she threatened lovingly.
" Darcy, I love you"
"I love you too, Ramona", she called me by my name in two and a half years.
Before she would say it again, I believe I would have been kissed mercilessly and that's not happening any soon.
"I would go draw your bath. The usual"
I nod, greedily enjoying the food. She knows how I like it best.
But...
"Darcy, mum's back, right"
"Yes. She came in few minutes after uncle Jones arrived".
" Did she assist in the kitchen"
" Yes. Why do you ask".
" She adds peppermint and chestnut butter in everything, especially in my food"
" Mommy", I called out like a five year old baby.
" Querida, how are you", she asks in her sweet voice.
" Hello, Uncle Alfred, you came before I died. Good for you. And I'm fine, mom", I reply before catching my mother's gaze.
"You didn't cry when you came home but you cried at school"
" I'll tell you the reason during our mother-daughter time at 8"
" I can't believe you guys still do that"
" She's my gem. Of course, I'll have to continue. If she falls, do you know how shattered I'll be"
" If I fall, aren't I the one to be shattered", I asked with a smile in my voice.
" Hush, nobody's shattering or falling".
"Daddy", I cried.
"Baby, I've missed you"
" You always say that. How sure am I that you're telling the truth", I asked pouting.
" Baby, guess what I named the three-month research that I just concluded"
" What"
" My cupcake"
" How can you name it after me. What if it fails", I whined putting on an act that works every time.
"No, it can't. My baby never fails, so it can't fail as well. So don't cry, please", he persuaded.
Just a hint of tears and dad would freak out.
"It's beautiful how an android and it's offspring can be so emotional. Another discovery perfect", uncle Alfred said, " but where's the son".
"Oh true, I have a son. Cupcake, where's your brother."
" I dunno", I answered before turning around. Then, I pointed towards the stairs, "there he is"
What a ridiculous sight
A slightly over twenty five year old gorgeous lady covering the ears of a nineteen year old fucking hot boy.
Suppressing a smile, I asked, "mom, what are you doing".
"My darling doesn't have to hear the rubbish, his father is talking about".
I almost forgot, mum's duty is to protect her precious son.
"Hello dad", Ryan said trying to get dad to ask Mom to release him.
Ryan must have forgotten, dad is a wife-slave in training.
Poor Ryan, you're asking the wrong father.
Recalling dad's former action, Ryan decided to law into his hand as he sighed.
"Mother, let go"
"You didn't hear anything, right"
" No. I was thinking about how lucky I'm to have you as my mother", Ryan coaxed as I sniggered.
With every eyes on me, I noticed mum's face red.
"How adorable. Such a adorable family and lovely pickup lines. Guess I'm not needed anymore. I'll take my leave. My babies, my boss...", my childish uncle Alfred said.
" Alfred, Alfred, Alfred, before you're gonna act all jealous and childish. Let's go talk in my study", dad said as they walked away.
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