Remy Bridges (![]() ![]() @ 2011-02-11 01:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | remy, solo |
Who Remy and Sienna Bridges (NPC)
What Remy's sister offers him enlightenment XD
When Friday evening, February 11
Where Bridges family residence
Status Narrative / G
Notes If the German is wrong, don't sue me. I got it off a site. :P
For some men Remy’s age, having a sister of eighteen might feel a bit odd, perhaps even more so regarding a half-sister, but Remy himself couldn’t be more fond of Sienna. The dark-blonde, brown-eyed teenager lay on her back on the more-that-decently sized bed in her room in the house where she lived with her parents – Remy’s mother and her new husband. It was Friday evening and Remy had dropped by on a dinner invitation and then hung around for socialising and catching up with his family. He was leaned back in the cushioned, round rattan armchair in the young woman’s bedroom, listening to Sienna as her mouth went a hundred miles a minute; her boyfriend was being a douche, her father refused to pay her parking ticket, school was overloading her with homework (though if Remy knew her right, it wasn’t nearly as bad as she made it out to be) and she was considering getting her tongue pierced.
“A tongue piercing?” Remy raised his eyebrows. “Have you mentioned it to mum?”
Sienna lifted her head from the pillow to roll her eyes at him. “Mom has no say, I’m eighteen.” She could rarely keep from correcting his British accent and Remy had long since stopped getting annoyed by it. “I haven’t told her, though.”
“Because you know she’ll make a great big fuss over it,” Remy pointed out with a knowing grin, causing Sienna to narrow her eyes at him. “But you’re right, she can’t actually forbid you.”
The girl let her head back down onto the pillow, raising her hand to examine her nails. “I don’t know if I should get a tongue piercing or one in my nose. Or snake bites.”
“If you want my opinion, I think a tongue piercing would be more accepted by mum than one that’s always visible—”
“Stop talking about mom!” A pillow came flying and hit Remy over the head, followed by a laugh as he nearly toppled out of the armchair. Once he regained his balance and retrieved the pillow from the floor, Sienna had changed her position on the bed and lay on her stomach with her head resting on her crossed arms. Remy tossed the pillow onto her back, causing her to chuckle and wiggle to make it slide off. Then she tilted her head as she gave a sigh. Remy raised his eyebrows questioningly again, wordlessly asking what was on her mind.
“I’m worried Ryan will forget me on Monday. He can’t even remember my birthday and we’ve been dating for a year and a half.” She gave a little pout.
“A year and a half? That’s impressive—”
“For a girl my age?” Sienna cut him off. “You’re the one who’s useless at relationships, Rem, not me.”
Remy wrinkled his nose at this, but smiled. “So what’s Monday?”
Sienna got a look on her face as if he’d just sprouted a second nose. “Seriously? You don’t know what Monday is?”
He shrugged, honestly not knowing what his sister was getting at. “Das glaube ich nicht.[1]”
Now it was Sienna’s turn to wrinkle her nose. ”What? Why do you have to speak German, I don’t understand it.”
“Eine Sprache ist niemals genug.[2] I grew up in Germany, spent twelve years of my life there. As you know,” he added before poking his tongue at her.
”And still you speak with a British accent. At least mom’s picked up American somewhat.”
”What’s on Monday?” Remy asked, attempting to steer the conversation back on the right track again.
Sienna sat up and gave him that look that always made him feel stupid. She had perfected that when she was five and it still worked perfectly. “It’s Valentine’s Day, silly. You honestly didn’t remember that?”
No, Remy hadn’t remembered that. The look of surprise on his face clearly told this to Sienna, who shook her head.
“Remy, baby, you need a girlfriend. This is unacceptable, you not remembering Valentine’s.”
Now it was Remy’s turn to roll his eyes. “I don’t need a girlfriend and it’s not a crime to forget Valentine’s Day.”
Sienna swung her legs over the end of the bed and got to her feet, taking the few steps over to the armchair and taking a seat next to her brother with that sisterly authority that could driver brothers crazy. The wicker structure below the pillow creaked under the combined weight of the two siblings, but Sienna didn’t seem awfully concerned. She placed her arms around his neck, her face about five inches from Remy’s, and gave him the most serious look she could muster.
“You’re thirty-three and single. That’s sad, Rem. No, shut up,” she admonished him when he opened his mouth to protest. “Answer honestly, because I am your sister and it’s a crime to lie to me. Do you, at this moment in time, fancy anyone?”
“No,” was Remy’s concise answer.
Sienna raised an eyebrow. “No one. No one at all. Not even someone at work or someone working at the mall.” They were questions, posed as statements – statements full of doubt.
With his sister in his lap with her arms around his neck and her face right up in his, looking at him with those demanding eyes, Remy suddenly felt unsure. It probably read on his face, because the doubtful look on Sienna’s face turned not so mildly triumphant and she cracked up in a grin. “There is someone. You’re in love, aren’t you?”
Remy looked down, gaze falling on the pendant on a chain around Sienna’s neck. Half a heart, the kind of charm that had a matching counterpart. Probably on a chain around her boyfriend’s neck. “No, I... No, there’s no one.” Or was there? He frowned, confused.
Sienna’s finger came up to trace the creases between his eyebrows. “This mean that there is someone, but you’re not sure if you like her.” Then her expression turned wary in a blink. “Him?”
Remy’s eyes snapped up to meet hers again, the frown momentarily deepening. “What, no..!”
“It’s completely okay, Rem, I have gay friends.”
“I’m not gay, Sienna,” Remy assured her, a hand coming up to rub his face. “It’s just... There’s this... Ah, I don’t know.”
“Remyyy.” Sienna put her cheek against his in a somewhat uncomfortable hug. “It’s Valentine’s Day on Monday and I’m going to call you at lunch and if you haven’t asked her out, I’m going to be very disappointed with you.”
“I’m not asking anyone out,” Remy mumbled, sounding quite stubborn.
Sienna turned her head to look at him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek in-between every word as she spoke. “Yes. You. Are.” She pinched his cheek with a grin. “Your silly accent should melt her like a candle.”
“Ahaha, no, it won’t.” Remy wasn’t being negative – his accent really didn’t make a difference in this case.
Then there was the sound of the door opening, and Sienna and Remy both turned their heads towards the noise. Summer Bridges stood in the doorway, looking amused at the sight of her two grown kids huddled in the rattan armchair. “Sibling bonding time?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Remy’s refusing to ask out the girl he’s in love with,” Sienna said merrily. “I’m trying to convince him he should.”
“Shut up, Sienna..!” For a moment, Remy felt like eighteen himself. “I’m not in love with anyone!”
“Who are you in love with, Remy?” asked Summer with a curious frown.
“No one!” Remy spread the one arm that didn’t have a sister on it, a look of near desperation on his face along with the hint of a smile. “She thinks that I am, but I’m not.”
Summer chuckled, a fond look directed at her kids. “Well, regardless of who’s in love, does either of you want cheesecake?”
“Homemade?” said the siblings in chorus.
Summer put on a look of mock offence. “Of course it’s homemade! What kind of mother do you think you have, really?” Then she smiled, motioning for them to come along. “Come on, or your slices are going to the dog.”
Scrambling to untangle from each other and get to their feet, Remy gave Sienna a shove to get off and then let her go on ahead. As she left the room, he remained standing by the armchair. He thought about Valentine’s Day. He’d really had no thought of asking anyone out, as he hadn’t even remembered the day was coming up. Now that he knew, he still wasn’t sure he wanted to ask anyone out, as his sister’s questions had been his first encounter with the idea that he was currently crushing on someone. Because he was... wasn’t he?
[1] I don't think so.
[2] One language is never enough.