1. Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque


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    She explained. "She also said that you have quite the way with words." "I like to think so." I quipped. "I've always liked men who are articulate," She went on, "there's something so attractive about a man like that." I was starting to get uncomfortable, so I tried to change the subject away from me. "I assume that that's how Mr. Osbourne wooed you, then?" She leaned in and her hand lighted on my knee. "Between you and I, Damian never did have a way with words like you do. Though, you do remind me of him when he was younger: handsome, fit, full of life. Now he's rather droll and austere..." "Ah..." I mumbled, not wanting to get involved in her marital issues, but unsure of how to escape. "Dreadfully sorry, dear, I shouldn't bother you with this." "No, that's alright." I raised my hand slightly to wave away the awkwardness. "So," she said, crossing her long legs slowly, "what does a boy like you do for fun?" "Well, I teach karate in the summer, I play guitar, I paint, I write, I play video games..." "Very much the Renaissance man." She noted appreciatively. "That's what I like to tell people." I smiled impishly. "How old are you, Aaron? You look quite young." "Ah, um... I'msixteen..." I mumbled. "Come again?" I cleared my throat and spoke up. "Sixteen, ma'am." "Hmm. You look much older..." She said absent-mindedly. I didn't know how to take that, so I was grateful that Emily and her father came over at that moment. "Are you two behaving?" Emily asked mock-sternly, one hand ...
    on her hip. "Well, he is," Mrs. Osbourne answered casually, getting up from the couch, "I, on the other hand, have been very bad." "Glad to hear that." Emily kissed me softly and quickly with a small, sweet smile on her face. "Come along dear, let's give them some time to themselves." Mrs. Osbourne looped her arm through her husband's and led him away. I waited until they were out of earshot before talking. "Your mom is..." "Creepy?" Emily interjected. "I know, she hits on every boy I introduce to her. It's weird." "She looks very young." I observed. "Yeah," Emily sighed, "she's my dad's second wife. They had me when she was about 19." "Do you have any siblings, then?" I wondered aloud. "Two," she answered, " a half-sister and a half-brother: Hannah and Michael. They live back in England, though." "Do you ever miss England?" "Not really. I left behind a lot of... unhappy memories." "You alright?" I squeezed her with a single arm. She had a melancholy look in her eyes, but it slowly melted away when she leaned into my hug. "Yeah. My mom and step-siblings and I used to fight a lot. It got better when I went to college, though." "I know what you mean." I comforted her. "My mom and I argued a lot more often for a while after my dad disappeared. Then, we realized that we needed each other more than ever, so now, we're closer than ever." "Hopefully not too close." She teased. "Ew. I thought I pushed the limits with comedy." My nose wrinkled in disgust. No offense to my mom, but... ...
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