Marriage
Daze
Chapter
5: Married... with children
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Notes: From Adam’s point of view.
Adam began looking for Cecilia at her own room. There was a small possibility that she’d gone back there. But she hadn’t. Instead he found Fred sitting on the floor, reading his history-book with two eggs next to him on the floor. There was a stain on the carpet and some egg-shelves spread around the stain.
“Manslaughter?” Adam asked, when he stepped in. Fred looked up, confused about the question.
“Excuse me?”
“The egg. Did you kill the child?”
“No, actually Connie did. She’s turning herself in to the police tomorrow.” Fred smiled at him and showed no sign of knowing about the fight at Rainbow.
“Do you know where Cecilia is?”
“No, she was here fifteen minutes ago, bursting in, blaming me for something. She yelled a lot, threatened to kill my eggs if I moved, and told me to stay out of her way. So I did the right thing and went to my own room to talk to her.”
Adam nodded. That sounded perfectly in line with what Fred usually did when Cecilia was mad.
“Was she there?”
“No, I figured she’d be, but she wasn’t. I was just about to go see if she was in your room when I ran into Connie. She was also angry; she stormed into Cecilia’s room, yelled at me and said I was a bad husband. Funny thing was, Cecilia had just yelled the same thing to me just a minute before that. She yelled I was going to be a bad husband. Maybe that’s not the same for actually BEING a bad husband.”
“Anyway...”
“Anyway, Connie had our first argue with herself, since I was the silent part, she smashed one of our kid, got upset, stumbled out and slammed the door shut to her own room. That’s when I got tired of being yelled at, so I decided to kick back with my history homework and try to look after the two other little children, so their mother wouldn’t go crazy again and come back to try and decapitate or smash them too.”
Adam grinned. The whole story was actually very amusing. Poor Fred, in the middle of an argument, with to angry girls to look after.
“I’m gonna see if she’s at my room,” Adam said. “She might be there.”
“Yeah, you do that, and tell her to stop crying. She looked very upset when she was here.”
“Yeah, she overheard Charlie say something mean at Rainbow, but I think they can work it out. Have fun with the kids now.”
“Sure,” Fred mumbled, he was already in deep thoughts about his homework.
Adam closed the door behind him and went over to his own room. He was surprised to find both Sarah and Guy there, along with Travis. Since when did his room become a metropolis?
“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re borrowing this?” Guy said, holding up a piece of paper. Travis nodded.
“Sure, just run along, I have some reading to do.”
“And look, here’s your loving husband,” Sarah smiled. The comment didn’t even bother him anymore. The whole team had emptied the whole supply of stupid comments at breakfast this morning. And during their lessons. And at practice. He was actually too tired to care anymore. Didn’t they have other things to joke about, other then his fake-sexuality?
“Yes, and I’m throwing you out,” Adam replied. “Have you seen Cecilia? Are that our fighting-report?”
Guy nodded. “We have to start somewhere, and since you two seems to have written down a great fight, we thought we’d start off with that. Sarah is just not someone you can start a fight with.”
“You can, but she’d bite you in the leg if you take it far enough,” Travis answered from behind his book.
“Hey, that was in the fourth grade, and Nish was totally out of line!”
“Speaking of being out of line, where’s Charlie?”
Guy shrugged. “I think he went to his room to mope, like you said he should.”
“I said that ‘you two’ should. Why aren’t you moping?”
“Well, I’m not as mentally disturbed as the rest of you guys in the First Line,” Guy explained.
“Oh yeah? Where’s Connie?” Adam replied. Guy’s face got dark.
“You’re seeing her again?” Sarah said with a fake bitterly voice. “I thought you two were over!” She was obviously trying to lighten Guy’s mood.
“Please, honey, it’s not what you think, I’m just... uh, am just...”
Sarah gave him the paper. “Right, I’m just trying my best to get our relationship working again.”
“Well, when you’re done cheating on me, don’t come crying, coz I won’t take you back.”
Guy turned the pages over. “Uhm, so I’m supposed to be happy with you running around town looking at other men?”
Sarah went out through the door, and Guy followed her. “This crap is actually pretty good. I have to try this on Connie!”
“I strongly recommend that you don’t,” Adam suggested. Guy was about to answer, when Sarah grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hallway.
Adam went out, when he was sure that Guy and Sarah was gone. He was about to go to Charlie’s room to see if Cecilia was there, although that seemed a little unlikely, when he met Julie in the hallway. She looked pissed.
“Have you seen Scott? He left me with this budget-report all by myself, and I almost smashed one of the eggs when I was cleaning at the boys’ dorm. I hate this stupid project. You’re a lawyer right? Can’t you make it legal to kill ones husband? And the kids too, when you’re at it. The only upside of this is that Scott has to be a cashier.”
Adam didn’t get one word into the conversation, because Julie just kept on talking. “I thought he was down in the kitchen by the cafeteria, but some varsity dude said that he wasn’t, although I know someone was there. I heard a noise, well, who gives a damn, hopefully it was a fire, so this whole place just burns down already!”
Adam nodded and started to leave. Man, what was up with the girls? The only one that wasn’t angry or sad was Sarah. Well, at least he knew where Cecilia was hiding.
He opened the door to the small kitchen behind the classroom of the nutrition class. Cecilia was sitting on the sink, swinging her legs back and forth. She didn’t even look up when he entered. It was pitch-dark in the room, but she somehow knew who it was anyway.
“Hi, Adam.”
Adam turned the lights on. “Hi, Cee. What’s up? Why are you here? I thought you hated cooking.”
“I got hungry, okay?”
“What are you making?” he asked curiously.
“Scrambled eggs á la Conway,” Cecilia said bitterly. Adam began to laugh.
“You’re cooking your child? Isn’t that against the law? It should be, though,” Adam said cheerfully. The only way to get Cecilia to be cheerful was to be cheerful yourself.
“Don’t try and cheer me up,” Cecilia sighed. “I’m eating my kid, whether or not you like. I really don’t give a damn, as long as I can torment something with the last name Conway.”
“He was just mad,” Adam told her.
“Don’t stick up for him,” Cecilia yelled. “You’re supposed to be on my side, because you’re my friend.”
“I’m also his friend, and Charlie’s your friend too, don’t forget about that.”
Cecilia jumped down from the sink and leaned over to the stove. “I think my child is done now,” she said. Her coarse humor was almost too brutal sometimes. But as long as she didn’t scramble any actual kids, Adam found her mood very entertaining.
“Wanna have some?” she asked. “It’s just a little yucky. I made it from scratch.”
“Yeah, eggs can be that tricky to make sometimes,” Adam responded. “Give me a taste.”
He leaned forward and grabbed a fork. Cecilia was right, it seemed rather yucky. He was wondering if it really was the egg that they’d been assigned with. Of course, it’d just been an egg, but still...
“It tastes like hell,” he said, spitting out the piece of egg he’d stuffed into his mouth. “You really suck at making food, Cee. This is a horrible day for eggs.”
“Well, Fred’s a chef now, so I’ll get by.” Cecilia threw the rest of the food into the garbage. “I really should save some for Charlie. Just for the pure fun of seeing the look on his face when I tell him that it’s his un-born child he’s eating.”
“Now you’re just being tasteless,” Adam frowned.
“Well, it’s probably for the best, who wants to taste this crap?” Cecilia replied.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No. Tomorrow I’m filing for a divorce, and then I get my low-average, so I’ll never get my ass away from my current life situation.”
“What’s wrong with your life? I believe that you have it pretty good. Even if I can’t accuse you of being spoiled, coz that would bounce right back at me, guess what I’m thinking?”
“I’m depressed here, wanna join me, or get out of my face?”
“I want to make sure that you’re not gonna do anything stupid.”
“Yeah, coz that’s me. A stupid, depressed bitch. We’ve established that already. Several times.” Cecilia sighed again.
Adam didn’t really know what to say. He should’ve objected, but it was too late to do that now. Cecilia went to the door. “I’m actually quite tired, so I’m getting back to my room. Fred will have to move back to his own room.”
“He’s nursing his twins, and grieving over the death of his third kid.”
“Who ate his kid? Connie?”
“Actually, she trampled on it. It’s a mess in your room now. Especially on your carpet,” Adam enlightened her.
“Damn it. I leave for one day, and people start smashing kids on my carpet! What kinda world are we living in, anyway?” Cecilia skipped out of the room, looking a bit more cheerful then earlier. Adam smiled when he followed her back to their hallway.
Cecilia stopped right outside Charlie’s room. “Gonna talk to him?” Adam asked.
“I need my medicine,” Cecilia explained. “Get it for me.”
“What medicine?”
“Aspirin, or something,” Cecilia replied.
“Or something? Cecilia, talk to him!”
Adam knocked on the door, and Cecilia dashed off. Adam hurried to catch up with her, and dragged her back to the door, just when Charlie opened. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, you’re moping, and she’s moping, you’re pissed, she’s pissed, so I thought you could get together and do that together, like a regular couple. I’m heading back to my room now, don’t kill each other, okay?” Adam slammed the door closed behind him and ran off. Better not be anywhere near, if Charlie and Cecilia wanted revenge.
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Notes: From Charlie’s point of view.
“I want a divorce.” Cecilia stormed passed him and threw herself on Fred’s bed.
Charlie sighed. “Fine, you got it. Who wants a psychotic, pregnant wife anyway?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout the kid, Adam and I ate him ten minutes ago,” Cecilia said from underneath the cover.
“Are you out of your mind?!” Charlie yelled. “Ms. Adams’s gonna give us an F on this project if she discovers that the egg has been replaced. How the hell could you just go and eat our child like that?!”
Cecilia sat up with an irritated look on her face, but she couldn’t keep it straight, and burst into laughter. Charlie smiled. “That’s quite disturbing, right?” she chuckled.
“Look, let’s just stick this two weeks out, and then we’ll never talk about marriage ever again, okay?” Charlie suggested. Cecilia nodded. “And, as the supposed-to-be husband that I am, I guess I have to apologize for yelling at you earlier and... You know, talk about you behind your back.”
“It’s okay, it was my fault. Well, officially, I never said that, since we’re supposed to be married, but you know...”
“Yeah, I do.”
Cecilia lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. “Did you hear that the Moreaus’ killed off one of their children today? Mrs. Moreau decided that she should give her kid a back-rub, using her foot. It did NOT come out right.”
“I heard. Are they the Moreaus’ now? Last time I checked, Fred wanted them to have their separate names.”
“Well, Connie bossed him around. Good for her.” Cecilia was quiet for a minute. “I have to apologize to her. I never wanted her to get in the middle of our fight.”
“Yeah, and I should probably try and fix the damage between Guy and Connie, since that was pretty much my fault.”
“What happened between them?” Cecilia asked.
“They had a fight about Fred and Luis, it was stupid. I’ll fix it in the morning.”
“So, am I supposed to change my name to ‘Conway’ now,” Cecilia said with a dozy voice. “Cecilia Conway. Man, I hope they provide with a therapist after this project is over.”
Charlie threw his pillow at her. “Shut it, Cee.” Cecilia threw it back.
“You didn’t mean what you said before, did you?”
“Of course not!”
“Thank you. G’night.”
“Night.”
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