Dinner with the Lunatics

After Clay and Jean's heavy talk with their parents, nothing more remarkable happened. Days have past and it's the 24th of December. Mark, Jean and Lynn will be at Clay's later after lunch.

Clay's POV

I woke up at 8 AM. I got up my bed and sat there for a while. I just sat there, staring at the floor. I was putting myself together after all that happened in the past few moths, i deserve a break. Later tonight will be our exclusive dinner party and we'll be cooking our own foods. I'm excited with this one. This is my escape route from the hell we've been into the past months. Still mom is not awake, but there are times that i can see her hands move a bit. At the very least that's an improvement. The doctor told me to keep a good watch at her now, she might be awake any day now. At least her body is recovering. The first time it happened which was just last night i got so excited that i called the doctor in the middle of the night.

I got up my bed and got to my shower. My usual routine after i wake up, i take a bath and fuck life. I'm trying to get Dad out of my Mind, it's been days since the dinner happened. I could still remember how he assaulted me. His own son. His audacity to even hit me is outrageous. Imagine leaving your family for years to be with someone else who also happen to have done the same and came back years later just to hit your son? Pathetic. And before anything like that happened i thought that his education was somehow of use. I'd rather think now that satan has already contaminated his mind. He's one hell of a father one could not wish for. Any one want to switch fathers? Still, one of the most pressing things i like is how most of my attitudes were inherited from my mom, i can't really see myself next to my father and see what's same with us. Lucky me. At least his genes are recessive in my DNA.

I took a shower, a really long one. I put shampoo in my hair then i let it seat for just second and put conditioner in my hair, two pumps and let it sit for a couple of minutes. I'm really trying to focus on my self now, not that i want to grab everyone's attention but i want to be at least recognized as a human being. The anti-social Clay is gone. If Mom would be awake before the Christmas break is over i would socialize more with human beings. I still hold a standard of what type of species to talk with but not so sky rocketing standards imagining i'm friends with three most peculiar people. Two bisexuals, which doesn't bother me actually, and a Gorgeous blonde girl who has a warrior attitude. Thinking back from it, I now certainly see Lynn as my friend, not something more. At last i was able to get a grip of myself, maybe because of the past events that led me to realization that friendship is not always the start of relationship, or at least not every friends should end up on being together. I guess it's just not how life works with me. One time i remembered the night i kissed Mark, gosh it's humiliating. Not that i'm homophobic or something but it felt like i kissed my brother, Gross incest.

I brushed my teeth and gave an extra wash for my face. Got out of the bathroom with a towel in the lower part of my body. I opened my drawers to chose what to where. Hilarious how i always think about what i wear but ending up wearing plain shirts. I like my self as a simple person. I just put on a shirt and a shorts. I got down to check on mom, cleaned her a bit and prepared one of the limited meals that i can cook. I fried eggs. Bacon. I toasted breads. At least i know how to heat things up until they are edible.

Lynn's POV

I woke up with a knock from one of the maids. I opened the door, my hair gone crazy to the directions i can't precisely say. "Your father said he'll be back tonight so if you have an appointment for tomorrow, better do it today" the maid said, Elizabeth. She's one of those maids i got attached to, she's like my mother now. She taught me how to do house chores just because i insisted to be educated with practical things. My dad is not cool on seeing me exhausting myself from chores he worked hard so i won't do it. Lame. I don't want to be a clueless wife one day you see. "Yeah sure, i don't have plans for tomorrow to be honest" i replied then she smiled. "Now pull yourself together i wanna see the gorgeous Lynn, not this kind of you that looks like someone who ate a bomb then exploded inside of her" she joked. I smiled letting a breath out. Gosh my breath stinks today.

I grabbed my phone and check out what is planned for me today. Oh gosh, i forgot about our dinner tonight. And to add on it, i don't have a recipe good enough to crush their ass out. Oh no, i'm gonna lose. I then get to my shower, a quick one. I just put a conditioner on my hair and scrubbed my body real quick. When i got out of my shower, i dried my hair and get dressed with my casual robes. I crawled down the manor to find Elizabeth. I saw her in the kitchen making my breakfast. "Eli, I forgot about our dinner tonight, we will be having a cooking competition and i don't know what to cook" i exclaimed. I looked so worried about this little game of ours but i'm not gonna lose here. Elizabeth then looked at me with a frown. "How many times do i have to tell you? Don't call me that, i sound like a boy" she said. "Okay...Elizabeth" i joked. "Sit, eat first then i'll show you a simple but delicious dish" she said. Simple? "Why simple?" I asked. "can you manage to stir fry and add ingredients each and every moment while the water is boiling already? All at the same time?" She asked sarcastically with a smile on her face. "Fine" i said.

Mark's POV

"Jeeeaaan! Get the hell out of your bed! Come on we should be buying ingredients for our dishes now!" I shouted at her while i wake her sleepy little brain. His father was out for the day to work. I met her father just outside the house before entering here. "Five more minutes pleease!" She plead. This girl is a sloth in the bed. I pulled her out her bed then she groaned. She scratched her messed up hair. Why does every girl wake up with such an ugly hair? What are you doing at night actually? You wrestle with demons? This girl always look so miserable every morning. She then drank her water and gone to the bathroom. I sat down her bed, gosh it stinks. Hygiene girl please. I stood up and cleaned her bed. I'm about to change the pillow cases when i noticed something. I'm not hearing the water flowing. I knocked her bathroom door with a marble piece she collects so i won't hurt my self. "What the fuck jean! Wake up!" I shouted at her. "Alright alright" she replied then i finally heard stream of water. I continued cleaning her bedroom. Between the two of us, i prize my self in cleaning, she does clean her stuffs too but i'm more polished and i do it more often than her. By the time she got out of her bathroom with a towel on her hair, i was done cleaning. "Woah, you cleaned my bed?" She said. I looked at her, she still look like someone who just got out of bed. I frowned at her. I removed her towel and saw that her hair is not even wet! Stubborn. "What?!" She exclaimed. "You did not took bath!" I replied. "Yeah i decided i'll take bath after we buy stuff" she replied. Okay arguable but fine i guess. But she still wasted water and time in there. Idiot.

By 12:00 PM i texted Lynn so we can all go buy our ingredients, Clay will be there he's just blocks away from the grocery store. After a fast eat of lunch i heard a honk outside. I said to mom that i'll be home later tonight and got out of the house. Jean is already talking with Lynn. She had a backpack with her. What now? She want to take a bath in Clay's house? Moves girl. I enter the car and Lynn started driving. She played songs on the radio that only her and Jean can relate. So much of high notes and belting. It irritates me. I don't like shouting artists. After minutes of loud driving we got to the grocery store and we depart our ways inside. We have different stuffs to buy though. Every time we see each other on the same shelf we hit each other's cart. Not until the guard was irritated by us that we stopped.

Clay's POV

I finished buying what i need by 11:50 after eating my lunch then i got back inside mom's room. "We'll be having a dinner tonight mom, just wanted to tell you that" i said to her i held her hands and waited but there's no response this time. I stood up and got out of the room when i got a text message from Jean that they will be here soon. I then waited for them at the couch washing my brain with sad thoughts before they come. I always knew that they do this thing to make me at least not sad and i don't want to be a much more burden to them.

By the time they came, they looked so excited and happy. Who wouldn't we've been waiting this dinner for a week before shit's happen. They have plastic bags which they put inside the fridge, some at the kitchen table. Then my mood shifted, i felt joy and excitement too. It's only 12 noon quite early to prepare the dinner so we just talked. We joked around. We played made up games. By three in the after noon, Jean asked if she could use the bathroom. She said she'll be having a bath here. Weird girl. I showed her the bathroom and then she's off. She's a slow girl. She showers for like half an hour that's still without drying her hair and other stuff ladies do. "Hey Clay do you have a hair blower?" Jean asked after she showered. She was dressed with a coat that covers her toned body just to the knee. She looks so comfortable on what she's doing. I then came inside my mom's room. I stood there, in an organized room. Wow. I didn't even came inside here since we moved. I found the hair blower and got out. I decided to have a room tour in mom's tomorrow or the other day.

By 5:30 we're all bored. We don't have anything in mind to talk about and we ran out of made up games. They, Jean and Lynn, decided to tend to mom first then we started preparing our meals.

I prepared a simple but very memorable dish for them. It's personal why it's memorable though. It's what my mom used to cook when i was a kid. Baked mac with coconut milk. It's really good when mom makes it, i just hope it also is a good meal if I do it. I first put the macaroni in boiling water while waiting for my ancestors to whisper in my ear if it's time to pick them. After a while of boiling and burns i decided to pick the macaroni out of the boiling water. Jean, Mark and Lynn are as horrible as i was doing. My macaronis are so soft but who cares. I realized that will not win this one since i don't even practice but i'm excited on what others are doing.

It's almost 7 when we're done cooking and re cooking things that were either burnt or burnt to hell. We then placed our finished products in the table, cleaned the kitchen table and washed hands. At last it's happening, a dinner with the people i share rants with. A dinner with the lunatics.