Ray(mond) Capilli//Stitch (justahunk) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-12 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ray capili, sophie dibango |
Who: Ray Capili and Sophie Dibango
What: OHANA AHEAD. (Part one)
Where: Some fancy restaurant in Chicago, then Ray’s apartment.
When: This evening!
Warnings: Explosions, major cute (WHO KNEW WE COULD MANAGE THIS?), and cross dressing. Kinda.
Birthdays, Sophie was fairly certain, were supposed to be about the birthday girl. It was a day celebrating getting older. It was supposed to be her day - and not just in the way that meant everyone in the world needed to bow down and worship her. (Because really? That was a bit creepy. Even she could admit that.) Spending the day being dragged between classes, ending up in a particularly large puddle during a certain crowd of football players shoved towards the bus and said bus left without her, and then culminating with getting dragged out to dinner with her parents ‘to talk about her future!’ didn’t count. Even if the latter technically counted, but with her parents, this wasn’t going to count. The whole car ride had been about Leanne her mother’s research and how her new trip to Africa over February break would be fantabulous and landmark...and a bunch of other shit, Sophie should have felt guilty for not caring about, but couldn’t muster the strength to. Not with Emmanuel her father chiming in every few sentences and though addressing her, never letting her speak.
Just as well, really. If she unclenched her nails from the palms of her hands, she might unclench her teeth too. Then she might say something that’d make the evening even more awkward. Versus just uncomfortable on her end.
By the time they reached the restaurant and had been seated, Sophie was still of the same opinion. Her nails had left her palm, but she’d clenched the menu until that was taken away too. It left her with the edge of her chair, nails biting into the plush seat as her mother looked expectantly to her. “So! Sophia-” Because only her mother would miss that everyone called her Sophie and the full name was only brought out when she was in deep shit. “What’re the plans? I don’t think we’ve covered them.”
“...You missed it then,” Sophie said, before her father sent a look at her. Okay, no. She shut her mouth. We could just make a scene, suggested Lilo. Evening over! Problem’s solved! Not like they could do much and being sent upstairs won’t do much. Beyond being hungry. Sophie debated it for half an instant, before mentally shaking her head. (Something she was quite good at not letting happen in reality. She’d had thirteen years with Lilo after all.) ‘Going to end poorly. And I like it here. On occasion. Remember the cakes they do?’ There was a grumble, before a demand to be in control for some eating. Sophie was all for it...even though it meant her parents were still staring at her. Pooey.
“Uh...not sure. I’m allowed some time to decide though, right?” She glanced between them. “Uncle Pete said he might do some travelling. Out in the Philippines and he said, maybe a layover in Oahu...” She didn’t really need to explain why she really wanted to go there, did she? Sophie chewed on the inside of her cheek, watching her parents exchange a glance. Come on, what was wrong with going to Hawaii? Sticks up butts, Lilo said flatly. ‘Most, most definitely.’
Emmanuel coughed, leaning on the table. “How about something more productive? There’s so much good you can do and what you’re eligible for, now that you’re eighteen. Your mother and I were thinking-” And he reached across the table to take his wife’s hand, giving it a squeeze that was returned. Sophie felt her stomach clench, half illness and half jealousy. Not from the romance but the definite, togetherness there. “That you should come along, when we do our tour this summer. We’ve been pushing for the vaccines in Nigeria...”
Of course. That. Or building houses for the needy. Or giving sex-ed to shaved head girls who were whores but not. Or saving animals. Or education. OR SOMETHING ELSE THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HER AND WAS OFF ELSEWHERE AND-
Her parents were looking at her expectantly, she realized. Crap.
“I don’t think...so. I think. I mean, geeze. I’m busy?” No, not at all. She wasn’t going to do anything this summer. She didn’t WANT to do anything. And there was no way to spell that out, beyond the utter truth. And even Sophie, with all her animosity, couldn’t do that. Dang, dang, dang. ‘I could really use a miracle right now. A waiter. An idea. A bombing. RABIES OUTBREAK.’ “I really just wanted the time....off.” Her shoulders rolled forward and she grimaced. Dang.