mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-12 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | declan, sterrin |
Declan and Sterrin; Late Thursday night; Apt. 11201
Sterrin was staying with Max for the next few days, but he was staying late at the club tonight and there were a few things she'd forgotten to pack. Figuring that since it was the dead of night Declan wouldn't be a problem, she creeped into the apartment, intending to just get her shit and split back to Max's place, and found her brother sitting on the couch with a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a powerpoint presentation open in front of him on the laptop. She froze at the sight of him, then continued on in.
"Hey," she said in passing.
"Hey," he replied, shutting the laptop and turning to look at her, which she assumed meant he was once again gracing her with his conversations. She didn't pause, but instead headed into her room and grabbed the dress she wanted, along with the shoes and the perfume, and when she walked back into the living room he spoke again. "You're pissed," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I was a dick the other day."
She shrugged. "It happens."
He sighed. "I wasn't pissed at you, really. I mean, I kinda was, but that was more because I get sick of cleaning up after Callan sometimes."
Sterrin crossed her arms across her chest. "It wasn't my fault or Max's. You get that, right? I asked him several times not to start the shit, and he hit Max first. Max was just defending himself, and when Callan stopped fighting back I broke up the fight. What else could I do?"
He sighed. "It was just - stressful, Sterrin. He did it because he thought he was protecting you, and then you just fucking went off with Max after he'd beat the shit out of Callan."
"Max is my boyfriend, Dec," Sterrin reminded him.
"And Callan is one of your oldest friends," he countered.
"But he's not my boyfriend. Not anymore. Max knows about me and Callan. You think I could run off and leave my current boyfriend to play nurse to my ex? Max was hurt too. Not as bad as Callan of course, but he was still busted up a little. Max and I see other people, but he's still my boyfriend and that would be a shitty and disrespectful thing to do. Would you do that to Jack for one of your exes?"
Declan sighed. "I guess not."
"Your issue isn't with me - it's with Callan. If you have an issue with Callan, take it up with him next time, okay? Don't project it on to me because it's easier for you to be a dickhead to me when I haven't done anything. That's just being babyish. And I don't want you being rude to Max either."
Declan sighed heavily again. "I know. I won't. I'm sorry."
She nodded. "Okay then."
Declan scratched at the back of his neck, then looked at the garment bag draped over her arm. " Going to Max's?"
She nodded and smiled just a little. "He offered to let me stay until you stopped being a dick. So I'll probably be there for a while."
Declan smiled ruefully. "Funny. You know, I had an idea you could run by him."
"Oh?"
"Mom called earlier. You must've had your phone turned off. Anyway, your yearly 'Sterrin's one year older so let's marry her to someone rich before she's too old to have kids' party is on."
Sterrin snorted loudly. "Of course it is. I'll be twenty-six! Oh noes! Call me a spinster."
Declan grinned. "Right. Anyway, I thought we could go and shock everybody. Again. I'll help this time."
"Should I show up with two girls this time?" she said, laughing as she remembered last year's party.
"Nah. I was thinking we'd both go and take our boyfriends." He smiled. "Poppa Boyd would never see that coming, huh?"
Sterrin stared at him for a moment, then laughed. "That would shock him for about twenty minutes, then he'd be shitting his pants in glee. Max is rich, successful, powerful, AND he has a penis. I'd be feeding right into his plans."
"Well, yeah. But I want Jack to meet mom and it might divert his attention away from me and Jack."
"Ahhhh, so there's the real motivation. What about your dad?"
Declan shrugged. "Still won't talk to me. I'll take Jack to meet him later. I know I was a dick. I'm sorry. But ask Max for me?"
"Max isn't really the sort to meet the parents," she said with arched brows. "We're not - like you and Jack."
Declan's face fell a little and Sterrin sighed. "He might do it if he thinks there's something in it for him. I'll ask and see what I can do, okay? If Max won't, I might be able to dig around and find someone else who will. At least some girls or a tranny or something. We'll make you and Jack look like Ward and June Cleaver."
Declan grinned and hooked his arm around her neck for a half hug. "Thanks, sister."
"You're welcome, brother," she said and patted his arm. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get undressed for when Max gets home."
Declan's nose crinkled and he let go of her immediately. "Christ, whatever. Say no more."
Laughing, she tweaked his glasses and gathered her things before heading out the door.