No Ordinary Love, Part 3, chapter 213
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George was playing with Ari when we came in. He was throwing her up in the air over and over, something Ari was very fond of. He turned his big blue eyes on me and flashed a huge smile and he walked over.
“Villeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
“Georgieeeeeeeeeeee,” I returned in the same manner opening my arms for him. “I missed you,” I pouted and George made a sorry face before he leaned and pecked my lips before hugging me back as we both laughed.
“Missed you, too,” he said in whiny voice.
“What Alex’s not fulfilling your appetites?” I teased.
“Now, now, let’s be nice,” George pelyfully said. “This cute man over here seems uncomfortable enough,” he said flashing his eyes at Nik who stood behind me.
I turned my head around and saw Nik figeting and not knowing where to look.
“I don’t bite unless specifically demanded, I promise,” George said taking his place in front of Nik. “George, nice to officially meet you,” he said offering his hand to Nik.
“Nik. Nice to officially meet you, too,” Nik returned shaking George’s hand. He actually blushed a little, which is not strange, George had that effect on people indifferent of their sexuality or anything like that. It’s just his persona is so powerful and overwhelming, that’s all.
“Have you been talking scary stories about me to this poor young man?” George’s eyes were on me.
“Oh, come on darling, don’t you know me better than that?” I teased back.
“Knowing you so damn go is why I’m asking all this, sugar,” George grinned seductively as he walked across the room and sat in one of the big chairs and fixed his eyes on Nik. “You’re very shy aren’t you?” he asked him.
I tilted my head at Nik as an invitation to unfrozen himself and take a seat. He got the cue and finally found his place across from George. My favourite chair next to George was politely left free for myself. It’s so great when you have such considerate friends.
“Sometimes, yeah,” Nik nodded. “I see you don’t have that problem,” Nik grinned.
“Shyness is pain in my ass and I don’t want such feeling around my anus. It’s too precious, isn’t it?” George simply stated like he’s discussing weather and I laughed my ass off, which infected both Nik and even little Ari.
“Oh, my there’s nothing like an anal joke told by gay himself,” I shook my head and George made a little ‘you’re welcome’ nod. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I can see that,” he returned. “You look like shit,” he heartedly smile eyeing me. “And it’s not just your hair.”
“Well, my best stylist is busy clothing other dicks so it’s not my fault,” I shrugged chuckling.
“That’s why I brought you few things, love,” he said then showed at few bags in the corner. “The black one is for you. The red one for Sweetie and blue and pink are for the little ones,” he explained.
“Please, tell me that it’s just bag that is pink,” I frowned.
“It’s a good colour for little pretty ladies like this beauty here,” he eyed Ari who played with a chain hanging around George’s neck. “If her momma’s lost cause when it comes to colours, it doesn’t mean Ari should suffer for it.”
“I’m so not letting you dress my daughter in pink,” I kind of threatened. The very thought of something so bright and aggressive on her was scaring the shit out me. “And what’s wrong with Sweetie’s choice of colours?”
“Nothing if you think black, blue, velvet and brown are the only colours that exist,” he returned. “You should look up to Nik, both of you,” his eyes fixed on confused Nik. “See, man has a style. And a good one,” he commented. “Well, only that you could take it a bit down with letterings dear. One piece of clothing with prints is enough per combination.”
Like he was hypnotized, Nik examined himself and then like he broke out of trance George has put him in, he shook his head hard.
“Jesus, can we change the subject?” he asked with confused expression and George giggled, readjusting Ari in his lap. “You too are weirding me out.”
“Here,” I chuckled and tossed him a pack of cigarettes. “Lighten up,” I giggled at my own uninteded pun.
“Uncle Georgie!!!” Kai burst in like a tornado, running across the room and straight into George’s embrace. “I’ve just heard you’re here,” he bounced with joy. ‘I’ve missed you.”
“Aww, I’ve missed you, too,” George returned in warm voice as I glanced at Nik.
Nik’s eyes were squinted as he examined the change in George. It was more than obvious that around kids, George was turning into dear, loveing, caring, amusing man a stark opposite to cocky, smartass tease Nik have just met. Nik relaxed as he watched the two catching up and it amused him to the level that he smiled heartedly for a while, before he realized I was watching him.
“I told you he’s cool,” I said in near whisper so only he could hear.
“Want to see what I have for you?” George asked Kai with a huge intriguing smile which totally got my boy all worked up. He ran to the corner where bags were resting, then impatiently wated for George and Ari to join him. They sat Indian like at the floor, George put Ari down do sit, so his hands would be free. Then he pulled a blue bag closer, uzzipped it and start to pull out one piece at a time to show it to Kai and tell him few words about it.
“I never thought Kai’s interested in fashion,” Nik said to me.
“He’s not, really,” I assured him. “It’s just that he knows it makes George happy talking about it and Sweetie and I aren’t as convincing as Kai,” I explained eyes fixed on Kai who examined a shirt with some logo on it and a V-neck that was rather unusually off the centre of where it should be. “Most of Kai’s clothes are George’s work. Since Kai was born George was doing them and Kai liked that his weird uncle is taking care of him in that way. It’s just their thing. And I’m just glad that I don’t have to worry about that.”
“He’s good,” Nik commented. “I mean, all that stuff really suits Kai’s unusal personality.”
“Mhmm,” I agreed. “I love his clothes. They feel so good on skin. Very comfortable. Of course he’s still bitching about us being colour blind but at least he knows it’s not worth making yellow jeans for me when I won’t wear them even when I’m cleaning.”
Nik chuckled. “Now, that would be an outrage. But seriously, you and Sweetheart wear colours that are totally opposites to the colours of your auras.”
“What?”
“Aura, you know, the energy, personality, the wibe all that together that’s aura,” he said but I still was just staring blank at him.
Sweetie walked in with coffee and drinks and was putting them on the table. She noticed my silly expression.
“Nik thinks we have auras,” I said amused.
“Everybody has aura,” he returned.
“Mhmm,” Sweetie agreed. “I mean, in some cultures people call it different names but basically it’s the same thing,” she nodded. “It’s what you refer to as a soul, or personality, love.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Nik appreciated her support. “It’s like you two and this family in general is so full of positive energy and your entire philosophy of life and everything is just in stark contrast to the colour of your clothes. You guys are like all about ‘white’.”
“I hate white for many reasons,” I pointed out. “Seriouslly, I have deep issues with white in general. I can’t be white, no, nope, no way,” I refused.
“Oh, fuck you,” Nik scoffed.
“Just ignore him, I want to hear your opinion,” Sweetie encouraged him. “I didn’t know you’re into Budhism.”
“I’m not into it as in religion,” he returned. “I don’t practice it but I like some of the concepts and philosophy.”
“Oh, yeah, there’s lots of little things across different religions you can pick up as good guidelines,” Sweetie agreed. “Sorry, go on about that aura thing.”
“Well, it’s believed that every person has his/her own aura,” Nik began looking more at Sweetheart than me. “And auras can be of different coulours and strength. Now the interpretations of course, vary among scholars, philosophers and stuff but the basics are more or less the same no matter what. Now, it is said that a person who is genuinely good, honest, kind, positive, caring, loving and has all those good personal qualities that the aura of that person is clean, pure, white, you know. Now the stronger the personal traits, the stronger aura is, right? So, in that point of view, you guys are all about strong, pure white for it suits you as persons. And you’re always wearing very dark clothes, even your hair is naturally dark.”
“I somehow dread the idea of being neon white,” I amused myself and only Sweetie chuckled.
“What’s your problem with white anyway?” Nik asked.
“First, it’s not a colour for me,” I began. “Second, in terms of clothing they easily get dirty and demand a lot of maintenance so it’s not practical. Dark colours I can wear for days, even weeks and if you don’t smell them, you can’t tell they’re dirty. Then there’s my eyes, I can’t stand too much light. Imagine this room is painted white, I’d go blind not to mention that my mind would turn into mash. So, there, that’s my problem with white. It doesn’t calm me it freaks me out,’ I rested my case.
“Yeah, you just forgot to say that your major issue with white is actually related to you connecting it to blank paper,” Sweetie pointed out briefly glancing at me then turning her eyes to Nik. “You can probably understand that as an artist who draws, or write lyrics or songs the worst thing that can happen is that you stare at the piece of blank paper with nothing to put on it. It’s devastating and makes you feel defeated. Especially, when you take that piece of paper and want to express yourself on it, to put something on it, and there’s nothing. It just stares back at you. And it’s not because you’re empty inside but because you’re just stuck with either too much of it in your head or too many little pieces that still somehow don’t come together yet to make an entire picture,” she explained and leaned back in her chair, folding her legs so she sat on them.
“I never considered it that way but it makes sense,” I agreed.
“Or maybe it’s can also be that it is indeed making you blind. There’s just nothing to see but emptiness in white. In dark, on the other hand, your mind plays with you on subconscious level and you began making shapes or persons out of nothing.”
“Yeah, that’s so true,” again I nodded. “You know when you’re a kid how when you lay in your bed in complete dark with your eyes closed you have this feeling that when you blink something appeared somewhere around you. And then you just start staring at it, like really focus hard and it does kind of turn into some weak shape that just intrigues you. Did that happened to any of you or I’m just way off my mind?”
“It did to me,” Sweetie agreed. “It still does.”
“I’ll take that as a way of you guys saying you were never afraid of the dark,” Nik concluded.
“Never, no,” Sweetie and I replied at the same time.
“For me, dark meant safety,” Sweetie continued, shrugging, leaning on her right elbow, picking up a cigarette from a pack that lay on her chair next to her legs. “It meant precious silence, freedom to let myself drift in and through my mind.”
“Or just relax and clear your mind,” I added. “Sometimes all the noise I experience during the day listening to different amplitudes og human voices, traffic, TV, stereo, computers, and all those artificial sounds it makes my ears feel kind of contagous. So sitting in dark and silence is like cleansing experience. Like all that noise pours out of my ears and my mind and the darkness swallows it and erases it.”
“See, that’s exactly what I don’t get about any of you two,” Nik said and made both Sweetie and me frown. “Why you have to be so odd?” he asked. “It’s like, I tell you how you’re very positive people, and all these great things you guys represent and are all about and you two instantly dish that by switching it into discussion about how black and dark are so fucking great. You just turn everything upside down, for fuck’s sake. You just can’t help it, right?” he shook his head lightly with a little amused smile.
“Or,” George said in serious voice suddenly appearing next to Nik, “maybe you’re just failing to see them as simple humans, the way they want to and they are. Instead your mind recognizes them as some kind of religious idols that play harps sitting on the clouds?”
Nik just stared at George and the weirdo went on, sitting on the armrest of Nik’s chair, and crossing his legs.
“Living and breathing flesh and bones, my sweet friend,” George exclaimed theatrically showing at Sweetie and me with his hand that made me giggle. “Special? Yes. Gorgous? Absolutely fucking definitively Y-E-S. Flawless? Sure, not. He’s lazy, self-centred, jealous arsehole. She snorts, farts and does many lovely ladylike things like that. Should they be worshipped? Of course for they’re so hot. Look at them, I’d bang them both right now, if they weren’t so fucking monogamus. And that is enough to make them boring as shit and with all those Gods and goddesses and shits up there in the sky that would swing. They’d only get a good boot in their cute booties and send them back here to us where they already are. So don’t try to change that ok? Or you’ll have to deal with me. Understand?” George fluttered his eyelashes and halted his little theatrical piece that nearly brought tears to my eyes of laughing so hard at George. Even Nik didn’t stay immune to George’s charm and he giggled.
“Perfectly clear,” Nik nodded then shook his head when George grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Great, now when I finally got your attention,” he clapped his hands. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he playfully said and Kai’s head appeared from behind the paravan on the farthest end of the office.
He stepped out, holding his sister’s hand and began slowly leading her towards us. Ari had little glittering pink baby hat with little shiny zircons or something like that, little pink top with silver heartagram made of sequins and ballerina kind of skirt. Yeah, also pink.
I just stared shock, thinking this isn’t my daughter, it can’t be. She was too glitering and was way too fluffy and puffy that I couldn’t understand why’s George acting so proud of himself when he’s just turned my daughter into a pink freak.
“Oh my god, Ari,” Sweetie gasped at horror and ran over to Ari and I thought , please darling save her.
“George, what the fuck?” I asked disgusted and he looked at me totally an innocent look.
“What? She’s gorgeous.”
“She’s fucking terrified,” Sweetie returned pulling of that little shiny hat off our daughter’s head. “Just look at her face.”
Ari did indeed look like she’s about to cry, scared to death.
“You’re fucking insane,” I snorted at him and walked over to comfort my daughter. “It’s ok, darling,” I said helping Sweetie undress her. “Kai, get us her clothes,” I looked at my son who seemed kind of relieved when he returned handing over his sister’s original clothes. “It’s ok, Ari. Uncle George was just joking,” I snorted the last word sarcastically.
“Yeah, darling, his humor sucks big time sometimes,” Sweetie added.
The more pieces of pink we were peeling off of her the more she was calming down. Once she was back in her regular neutral coloured clothes she smiled again.
“Well, that’s it I guess,” George let a long sigh. “You’re officially a rascist family,” he said. “Nothing girly is allowed around here, I get it. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Sweetie replied taking Ari in her arms. “You nearly got me a heart attack, you know.”
“I thought you both want your little daughter to become a real lady,” he shrugged.
“She will be a lady, but she won’t look like chewed up and spit out strawberry flavoured bubble gum,” I pointed out. “And she won’t be traumatized for sure. She looked like bad psychedelic trip gone wrong.”
“See?” George turned to Nik, looking very satisfied. “Selfish, arrogant, narrow-minded, and guilty of all crimes against fashion. That’s who they really are,” he said folding his arms over his chest looking victoriously and theatrical as always and it just made us all laugh.