I Don't Understand
The Twist Family.
Monday, 6/15/09
I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, scrunching my hair and grabbing my blow dryer with a diffuser. I set it on cool, and started scrunching. My hair air-dries wavy, but with scrunching and a blow drier, it ends up almost curly. I pulled on the outfit I had grabbed, and once again decided to forego the makeup. I rarely bother with makeup. I checked myself in the mirror. I like this Outfit. I put my towel down the laundry shoot and cleaned up after myself, than dropped off my dirty clothes in the bedroom. I took my time about walking downstairs. I heard voices in the living room, But I turned into the door to the kitchen, and out the back to the yard. Harry and Damian were probably playing some game in Damian's room. There was a big tree in one corner of our yard, I climbed up and sat myself down in a fork of the big Oak tree, replaying last Saturday in my mind.
"I Love You." It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. But it was there. He kissed me on my forehead, than my nose, than he left a chaste kiss on my lips -- I still had a blush in my cheeks and butterflies in my tummy from his whispered words. but I leaned back and whispered in his ear "I Love You, too." -- "I'm never going to see you again. Ever." -- I thought I had run out of tears to cry until I looked back one last time and saw Johnny standing in my childhood front yard. He looked so broken, and I was, too.
"Angelina?" I woke up from my daydreaming, and turned to where the voice came from. I saw curls and green eyes. Harry had snuck up on me, and he was sitting next to me. "I come outside only to see you sitting in a tree and crying." He reached over and wiped away a tear that I hadn't felt tumble down my cheek. "You didn't even notice when I climbed up next to you." I started to climb down, But he caught a gentle hold of my forearm. "Lina, you alright?" I turned "It's Daisy" I held fast to my pride, and pulled my arm away. I went back into the kitchen, wiping my tears away and adjusting my clothing. There were two new people in the kitchen with Mom and Dad. A man sitting at the island with Dad, and a woman standing next to Mom, chopping vegetables. Mom was kneading bread dough. The guys were on a laptop looking at who-knows-what, and my Mum was talking with the lady about a recipe. They didn't much notice me, so I slipped out. In the corner where the kitchen door was, was another door that I hadn't noticed yet. I opened it, because the rest of my family doesn't often use locks, and walked down a set of stairs. So this is the door to the basement? I got to the bottom of the steps and flipped a light switch. The lights flickered on, and than grew stronger, slowly. The first thing I noticed was a wine rack and refrigerator, behind a granite bar with cast-iron stools. There was a long desk against a wall that had two computer monitors on it, so I'm guessing Mom and Dad will do a bit of working down here. Than I turned to the other side of the room.
Wow. I LOVE it! Yeah I hadn't even noticed the absence of a tele upstairs, but this is very unexpected. There's a huge entertainment center with a very nice flatscreen TV. There's our old squishy brown couch covered in our pillows and blankets. There's a pool table behind the couch that came from our old house. There's even a door in the corner that opens up to a small, simple bathroom, which is nice for movie nights. I'm very impressed. Than a thought hits me. I head back upstairs and to the bedroom hall. I look at the ceiling, searching for a door. AH! found it. There's a rope pull. so I step to the side and pull it gently. The door opens, and out comes a finished wooden ladder, rolling smoothly down. I climb it and when I get to the top. I pull up the ladder behind me. A beautiful attic. Primed walls, carpeted floor, air conditioning, everything was prepped to be made into something. So why hadn't our interior designers, well, designed it? Huh. I pushed the ladder down and climbed down it, than pushed it up into place again, and the door shut itself. Bcause I was there, I headed over to the girls' room and knocked on Kenzie's door. She opened it and I found both of the girls in it. They were playing with their baby dolls. "What do you think of the new house?" Brayleigh smiled huge. "I love it! especially my bedroom next to Kenzie's!" Mackenzie nodded. "My bedroom must be the prettiest place in the whole world." I smiled. With that I let myself out, and went to Dad and Mom's room to look at Lillian's baby things. They wouldn't be in her room yet. But when I opened the door I noticed another door across the way. I walked over to it, and when I had pushed the door open I mentally face-palmed myself.
Of course it was a bathroom! Haha. There was a shower, separate tub, two vanities, and a toilet. I closed the door and left the room. I could look at baby clothes later. I headed downstairs because I was hungry.
"So Angelina, what year of school is this for you?" Mrs. Cox-Styles-Twist asked. "I'm a sophomore this year." And than the table went back to silence. Mom had made a seasoned stir-fry of sautéed onions and peppers, as well as grilled chicken strips. It was served on a bed of white rice, with a side of warm homemade bread, and fresh pineapple rings for dessert. Some would say that's a weird meal, because with the bread and rice, there's two grains. But I love it. Brayleigh and Mackenzie are eating at the kitchen island, because when we designed the dining room, we overlooked the event of a visit with company. Dad was sitting at the head of the table, Mom at the foot, Mr. and Mrs. Twist on one side, Harry and Damian on the other. I didn't want to eat in the kitchen, so I grabbed a stool, and I'm sitting at the corner between Harry and Dad. Should have moved over to be by Mom and Mrs. Twist. Cox. Styles. Yeah I don't get it. "So, Mrs. - I don't know which it is. Mom said Styles, Dad said Cox, and Dan said Twist. So I'm assuming it's the latter?" She laughed gently, but not at me. "Yes, it is quite confusing, isn't it. Cox is my maiden name. Styles is my ex-husband's name, Harry and Gemma's Dad. Twist is my current surname. But you can just call us Anne and Robin, Please." She smiled and held Mr. Twist- no, Robin's hand.
Wait. Gemma? I turned to the boy on my right. "Haz, you have a sister?" He looked surprised. "It's Harry. And yes, she's in University." Anne cut in "Actually it's Harold." and she shot a mischievous glance in his direction. "Harold?" I asked incredulously. "Do you ever go by that?" "Erm, no." "Well, now you do." He didn't reply. He's adorable. Wait. What?
We were all outside. Dad and Robin were at the fire pit, stoking some tiny flames into something bigger. Harry and Dan were in the tree, and I was sitting next to Mom and Anne while they talked. Brayleigh and Kenzie were running after fireflies in the grass. "Mum, can we do turtles tonight?" She thought for a moment, nodded her approval, and went back to her conversation. I ran to the kitchen, ruffling through drawers and clashing in cupboards looking for graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate, and caramels. Aha! I've found the pantry cupboard. I specifically choose the extra huge marshmallows. I dump everything on the counter and go looking for scissors and roasting sticks. I gave up on the sticks, who knows where those are. That's what trees are for, anyhow. The scissors were in a drawer with some other assorted utensils, makes sense. I grabbed everything in my arms and headed outside. I pushed the siding door open with my foot, I had left it part open behind me. I walk outside, put the stuff on the table, and go back to shut the door. Dad's built a pretty big fire by now, so I call everybody over and they grab lawn chairs, than go hunting for sticks. Damian climbs up in the tree with his pocket knife and throws down a couple long branches with forks at the ends, than jumps down and sets about peeling the ends. Leigh is opening packages and sampling sweets, Kenzie is "helping" with the fire. Soon Dan is done and we're all sitting around the warm blaze together. There's nine of us altogether. I slide a marshmallow on a stick and shove it into the middle of the fire. Five seconds later it's burnt to a perfect black crisp. Don't judge my marshmallow roasting abilities. This is the part where you put half a graham on a forked stick, with a caramel on top, and hold it over the fire until the caramel is soft. Than you squish it down with a piece of chocolate and put your marshmallow and another half graham on top. Often Dan and I do a sort of deal where I do the marshmallow and he does the graham part, than I will eat it, and we repeat to make Dan one. This way the marshmallow doesn't get cold. But somehow, I ended up doing a marshmallow for Harry some time that night. And before you knew it; "That marshmallow was for my graham, not my hair!" and "Harry that caramel was for you, not to paint my face!" Good times, good times. Eventually the Twist family went back next door, and we all headed off to bed. But today, today was a good day.
I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, scrunching my hair and grabbing my blow dryer with a diffuser. I set it on cool, and started scrunching. My hair air-dries wavy, but with scrunching and a blow drier, it ends up almost curly. I pulled on the outfit I had grabbed, and once again decided to forego the makeup. I rarely bother with makeup. I checked myself in the mirror. I like this Outfit. I put my towel down the laundry shoot and cleaned up after myself, than dropped off my dirty clothes in the bedroom. I took my time about walking downstairs. I heard voices in the living room, But I turned into the door to the kitchen, and out the back to the yard. Harry and Damian were probably playing some game in Damian's room. There was a big tree in one corner of our yard, I climbed up and sat myself down in a fork of the big Oak tree, replaying last Saturday in my mind.
"I Love You." It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. But it was there. He kissed me on my forehead, than my nose, than he left a chaste kiss on my lips -- I still had a blush in my cheeks and butterflies in my tummy from his whispered words. but I leaned back and whispered in his ear "I Love You, too." -- "I'm never going to see you again. Ever." -- I thought I had run out of tears to cry until I looked back one last time and saw Johnny standing in my childhood front yard. He looked so broken, and I was, too.
"Angelina?" I woke up from my daydreaming, and turned to where the voice came from. I saw curls and green eyes. Harry had snuck up on me, and he was sitting next to me. "I come outside only to see you sitting in a tree and crying." He reached over and wiped away a tear that I hadn't felt tumble down my cheek. "You didn't even notice when I climbed up next to you." I started to climb down, But he caught a gentle hold of my forearm. "Lina, you alright?" I turned "It's Daisy" I held fast to my pride, and pulled my arm away. I went back into the kitchen, wiping my tears away and adjusting my clothing. There were two new people in the kitchen with Mom and Dad. A man sitting at the island with Dad, and a woman standing next to Mom, chopping vegetables. Mom was kneading bread dough. The guys were on a laptop looking at who-knows-what, and my Mum was talking with the lady about a recipe. They didn't much notice me, so I slipped out. In the corner where the kitchen door was, was another door that I hadn't noticed yet. I opened it, because the rest of my family doesn't often use locks, and walked down a set of stairs. So this is the door to the basement? I got to the bottom of the steps and flipped a light switch. The lights flickered on, and than grew stronger, slowly. The first thing I noticed was a wine rack and refrigerator, behind a granite bar with cast-iron stools. There was a long desk against a wall that had two computer monitors on it, so I'm guessing Mom and Dad will do a bit of working down here. Than I turned to the other side of the room.
Wow. I LOVE it! Yeah I hadn't even noticed the absence of a tele upstairs, but this is very unexpected. There's a huge entertainment center with a very nice flatscreen TV. There's our old squishy brown couch covered in our pillows and blankets. There's a pool table behind the couch that came from our old house. There's even a door in the corner that opens up to a small, simple bathroom, which is nice for movie nights. I'm very impressed. Than a thought hits me. I head back upstairs and to the bedroom hall. I look at the ceiling, searching for a door. AH! found it. There's a rope pull. so I step to the side and pull it gently. The door opens, and out comes a finished wooden ladder, rolling smoothly down. I climb it and when I get to the top. I pull up the ladder behind me. A beautiful attic. Primed walls, carpeted floor, air conditioning, everything was prepped to be made into something. So why hadn't our interior designers, well, designed it? Huh. I pushed the ladder down and climbed down it, than pushed it up into place again, and the door shut itself. Bcause I was there, I headed over to the girls' room and knocked on Kenzie's door. She opened it and I found both of the girls in it. They were playing with their baby dolls. "What do you think of the new house?" Brayleigh smiled huge. "I love it! especially my bedroom next to Kenzie's!" Mackenzie nodded. "My bedroom must be the prettiest place in the whole world." I smiled. With that I let myself out, and went to Dad and Mom's room to look at Lillian's baby things. They wouldn't be in her room yet. But when I opened the door I noticed another door across the way. I walked over to it, and when I had pushed the door open I mentally face-palmed myself.
Of course it was a bathroom! Haha. There was a shower, separate tub, two vanities, and a toilet. I closed the door and left the room. I could look at baby clothes later. I headed downstairs because I was hungry.
"So Angelina, what year of school is this for you?" Mrs. Cox-Styles-Twist asked. "I'm a sophomore this year." And than the table went back to silence. Mom had made a seasoned stir-fry of sautéed onions and peppers, as well as grilled chicken strips. It was served on a bed of white rice, with a side of warm homemade bread, and fresh pineapple rings for dessert. Some would say that's a weird meal, because with the bread and rice, there's two grains. But I love it. Brayleigh and Mackenzie are eating at the kitchen island, because when we designed the dining room, we overlooked the event of a visit with company. Dad was sitting at the head of the table, Mom at the foot, Mr. and Mrs. Twist on one side, Harry and Damian on the other. I didn't want to eat in the kitchen, so I grabbed a stool, and I'm sitting at the corner between Harry and Dad. Should have moved over to be by Mom and Mrs. Twist. Cox. Styles. Yeah I don't get it. "So, Mrs. - I don't know which it is. Mom said Styles, Dad said Cox, and Dan said Twist. So I'm assuming it's the latter?" She laughed gently, but not at me. "Yes, it is quite confusing, isn't it. Cox is my maiden name. Styles is my ex-husband's name, Harry and Gemma's Dad. Twist is my current surname. But you can just call us Anne and Robin, Please." She smiled and held Mr. Twist- no, Robin's hand.
Wait. Gemma? I turned to the boy on my right. "Haz, you have a sister?" He looked surprised. "It's Harry. And yes, she's in University." Anne cut in "Actually it's Harold." and she shot a mischievous glance in his direction. "Harold?" I asked incredulously. "Do you ever go by that?" "Erm, no." "Well, now you do." He didn't reply. He's adorable. Wait. What?
We were all outside. Dad and Robin were at the fire pit, stoking some tiny flames into something bigger. Harry and Dan were in the tree, and I was sitting next to Mom and Anne while they talked. Brayleigh and Kenzie were running after fireflies in the grass. "Mum, can we do turtles tonight?" She thought for a moment, nodded her approval, and went back to her conversation. I ran to the kitchen, ruffling through drawers and clashing in cupboards looking for graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate, and caramels. Aha! I've found the pantry cupboard. I specifically choose the extra huge marshmallows. I dump everything on the counter and go looking for scissors and roasting sticks. I gave up on the sticks, who knows where those are. That's what trees are for, anyhow. The scissors were in a drawer with some other assorted utensils, makes sense. I grabbed everything in my arms and headed outside. I pushed the siding door open with my foot, I had left it part open behind me. I walk outside, put the stuff on the table, and go back to shut the door. Dad's built a pretty big fire by now, so I call everybody over and they grab lawn chairs, than go hunting for sticks. Damian climbs up in the tree with his pocket knife and throws down a couple long branches with forks at the ends, than jumps down and sets about peeling the ends. Leigh is opening packages and sampling sweets, Kenzie is "helping" with the fire. Soon Dan is done and we're all sitting around the warm blaze together. There's nine of us altogether. I slide a marshmallow on a stick and shove it into the middle of the fire. Five seconds later it's burnt to a perfect black crisp. Don't judge my marshmallow roasting abilities. This is the part where you put half a graham on a forked stick, with a caramel on top, and hold it over the fire until the caramel is soft. Than you squish it down with a piece of chocolate and put your marshmallow and another half graham on top. Often Dan and I do a sort of deal where I do the marshmallow and he does the graham part, than I will eat it, and we repeat to make Dan one. This way the marshmallow doesn't get cold. But somehow, I ended up doing a marshmallow for Harry some time that night. And before you knew it; "That marshmallow was for my graham, not my hair!" and "Harry that caramel was for you, not to paint my face!" Good times, good times. Eventually the Twist family went back next door, and we all headed off to bed. But today, today was a good day.
Notes
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