Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

everything she does.” He patted my head and went into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at him.
    I pulled a pillow over my face and screamed a little. I pulled the pillow off and sat up slowly. I was still nursing my side, which felt better than it had in ages. “You’re right Dad, I need Emma .”
    He groaned. “No please—anything but Austen.”
    I shook my head, walking over to where my mom's movie collection sat. “Maybe you’re right, Sense and Sensibility. Marianne would have had a much better life, if she had chosen wisely and picked Colonel Brandon, over Willoughby. They had passion but it wasn’t enough and she nearly died. Whereas, Colonel Brandon loved her enough from the beginning, and if she had chosen prudently, she would have been spared that pain.”
    My dad sighed, as he made us both an omelet. “When has the heart chosen wisely, my dear? As a scientist, I will say love is one thing for certain, we will never understand, not fully.”
    “ You’re a big man, admitting that you don’t completely understand the chemicals inside of us.”
    He laughed. “I like that Prejudice one better. I rather enjoy that Darcy fellow. He is a man after my own heart. Things seem simple with him. Can’t we watch that?”
    I frowned at him over the couch. “No, it has no bearing on my love life at this moment. Her situation with Darcy and Wickham is nothing like mine. Neither of the boys I like, is wicked like he is. Dad, I have never had a love life, something has changed in me. I need to honor it with Austen, and I think, either Emma and the triangle with Frank Churchill and Mr. Knightly, or Marianne, Brandon and Willoughby.”
    He shook his head. “I liked you better when you were more like me and less like your mom. How is it, you love the boy from the bookstore already?”
    I stuck my tongue out. “Love at first sight, maybe. Sense and Sensibility then. Even you’ll cry.”
    "Love at first sight isn’t real, Aimee. It's called lust."
    I cringed. "Ew, Dad, Jeeze."
    My dad laughed, as he carried our plates of fruit and omelets into the living room, while I set up the movie. We didn’t have a huge TV or a great surround-sound system. We were ‘fireplace and a good novel in hand’ sort of people.
    I had never been dramatic or caught in a triangle. It was not something, I would ever have imagined for myself. I let go of the situation I was in and just enjoyed the movie with my dad. I think he might have even shed a slight tear towards the end.

Chapter Six
    What hot guy? Oh right, my boyfriend.

    School was boring the next day, until my sister followed me into the bathroom. “Okay spill. Who is everyone talking about? Who's the hottie?”
    I had been leaning against the sink doing deep breaths. I was trying to get past the side stitch I seemed to have constantly, where my liver was located. I thought about what I had eaten for lunch and knew the salad couldn’t have been the issue. I was contemplating going to the doctor, when I heard her voice. It caused me to straighten quickly. I nearly died from the pain of standing so sharply. Sweat crept along my brow.
    She started primping in the mirror. She was wearing a tiny outfit, I couldn’t quite classify. “Is that a mini dress, or a shirt you're wearing as a dress?” I scowled at her.
    She held her arms out beaming, like I had complimented it or cared about fashion, for even a second. “You like it? I got it a few weeks ago, haven’t felt like wearing it, but today felt like the right moment.”
    It was silver like her eyes and puffy at the bottom, but super short, showing off her long, lean legs. The shirt she had on was pale pink over top of the same silver as the skirt. As well, she had a jean jacket, strappy sandals, and a purple scarf on. The outfit was amazing, but a little over the top for twelfth grade, in a town that was famous for fishing and forestry.
    I rolled my eyes at her. She was looking at my plain blue jeans and grey three-quarter sleeve cotton shirt.
    She grimaced. “Do you have to wear that kind of stuff out of the house? It looks like pajamas.” She plucked at my shirt leaving an indent in the cotton. "Just let your hair down. It is really pretty down and long."
    I grimaced. "No. I like my bun."
    "Here, let me do your makeup."
    I frowned at her and shook my head. I washed my hands and pulled my lip gloss out of my pockets.
    “ Use some of my lipstick,” she offered.
    “ No thanks. I know where your mouth has been, firstly.