The Caliente Affairs, Volume One

Meet Dina and Nina Caliente, twenty-something identical twin sisters who have moved back to their little hometown of Pleasantview. Not everyone in town is happy to see the twins back, and it's not long before the two are causing trouble and uprooting everybody's pleasant life.

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3. Committed To A Lie

With Dina and Mortimer off enjoying their honeymoon, Don and Nina had soaked up every moment alone together in their new house. After all, it was the first time the couple had been alone, and they were sure to make the most of it! Right up until Don had to go to work, the two would spend all of their time together. But with the house empty, they were free to be with each other wherever and whenever they wanted too! “What are you thinking about?” Nina asked, as she looked at her boyfriend in bed beside her, who appeared to be deep in thought. It was the morning of Mortimer and Dina’s return and also Alexander’s birthday.
“I’m thinking that as soon as I step out of this bed we’re never going to have another second alone ever again!” Don sighed.
“Oh don’t be like that, I think it’s wonderful that Dina’s married.”
“But why do they have to live here?” Don moaned.
“Dina said something about it having to do with money.”
“A-ha! I knew she only wanted him for his cash.” Don gleamed.
“Not Mortimer’s money! Dina’s money. Apparently it’s more economical for them to live here.”
“It may be economical but it sure will be a pain in the...”
“Ask Dina about it when she gets home if it bothers you so much.” Nina interrupted.
“Maybe I will. Send Mortimer packing back to his precious daughter!” Don laughed.
“I really wish you’d drop this whole grudge you’ve suddenly got against Cassandra and Darren. I thought, if anything, you’d be happy she’s moved on so soon after you hurt her.”
“That’s just the problem, it is so soon. It’s like what we had meant nothing.”
“I thought it did mean nothing.” Nina seethed.
“Well, you know what I mean. Ugh, I can’t take anymore of these relationship conversations. If you need me I’ll be in the shower.” As Don cleaned himself, he thought about the time he and Nina had spent together. And whether or not it was enough to rid his heart of Dina. Dina, he thought to himself, I’ll tell you why she’s moved her husband in; so she can torment me everyday until I crack and go running back to her. Well that’s not going to happen anytime soon, he promised himself. Though, as he began to relax under the sensual warmth of the water, his thoughts remained with Dina and his persistent attraction to her. He was so relaxed that he didn’t hear the maid enter the bathroom. It wasn’t until he rubbed his eyes and stepped out that he came face to face with the man. “Argh!” Don yelped and jumped around on the floor, losing his footing around the man’s mop.
“Aargh! Don’t fire, don’t fire!” The man yelped back in a foreign accent.
“Who the hell are you?” Don demanded as he modestly tried to hide his naked body with only his hands.
“I clean house!” The man smiled in reply as he continued to mop around Don’s naked body. “Would sir like cleaning too? I shine pole!” He winked, towel at the ready.
“No! There will be no shining of poles, give me that!” He yelled, snatching the towel from the maid. “We don’t have a maid! You’re cleaning the wrong house!”
“¿Que?” The maid replied in his native tongue.
“‘Kay, so you get it! You go before I sue your company.”
“Sue? No Dina! She hire me!” The maid continued to clean.
“Dina? Dina’s not even...”
“Well hello, Don?” Dina calmly announced, as she stood at the bathroom door, grinning at the sight of a half-naked Don. “I can tell you’re happy to see me back again.” Dina retorted, leading Don to follow her gaze and readjust the small towel he’d grabbed from the maid in a hurry. Due to the move and his spur-of-the-moment wedding, Mortimer had had little time to plan his son’s momentous occasion on this Thursday afternoon. He’d stopped by his old house earlier to pick Alexander up. His eldest, Cassandra, had reluctantly agreed to move her brother’s possessions over to his new home the day before, so all Alexander brought with him on this day was one small suitcase. Cassandra assured him his bedroom would still be there for him if he ever needed it, but Alexander said nothing. He had always been a quiet child, ever since the disappearance of his mother, Bella Goth. Cassandra was barely eighteen when the siblings came home one night to find their father out of his mind with grief. He had blocked from his memory the true reason Bella left him that night - instead inventing fantastical stories in which Bella was abducted by aliens, or something even more farfetched. Either way, he never accepted that Bella just one day decided to leave her family. And now, the family were being torn apart again. Nobody had asked Alex how he felt about being moved out of his childhood home (in fact, nobody had even asked Alex if he wanted a birthday party, but with the noticeable lack of youth arriving, Alex knew this party was more about acclimation than recreation), but truth be told, he welcomed leaving the past where it belonged. Mortimer offered his daughter a ride to the party, but she informed her father she’d be coming later with her ‘good friend Darren. But not his son, Dirk. As a reward for not complaining about Cassandra for two whole days, Darren had let him stay home alone for the evening (and alone means alone, Darren had said). At the Caliente house, Nina had been setting the table and putting down coasters whilst her sister had locked herself away upstairs to get unpacked and ready for the party. Still under the impression she was on her honeymoon, Nina assumed, Dina insisted that the bar be open (not all teenagers are booze-hounds like you were, Nina had scowled at her sister), and the hot-tub bubbling, ready for guests! Despite being wary of Don, Mortimer let him help with the cooking, though later finding out it had been down to Nina’s bargaining that Don was helping. In return, Don got to invite a guest to the party. Unfortunately that was where her expectations of Don’s involvement stopped. “You did buy a gift, didn’t you, Don?” Nina asked, despite knowing the answer.
“Gift? Uh, how about this; I paint his bedroom, any colour he wants!” Don said, hiding the fact that Alexander’s birthday had been the last thing on his mind. No, something else was on his mind. All of the time he and Nina had spent together had made him fall crazy in love. And he had to have been crazy, he thought, if he was actually thinking of going through with what he had planned.
“Oh no!” Nina cried out, as she looked towards the front door.
“What..? Oh, my God!” Don moaned, seeing Cassandra walk inside – followed by Darren Dreamer. “Is she serious?!” Don said, getting ready to walk over to the couple.
“Don, no! Please just try and get along, for Alex’s sake.”
“Alex’s sake?! What d’you care, he’s not your stepson.” Don walked over to Cassandra. “What are you doing in my house?”
“Your house?! I’m at my father’s house celebrating my brother’s birthday. Is that a crime?”
“No, but last time I checked having an affair was.” Don said firmly.
“Are you insane?” Cassandra laughed at Don.
“I’m not insane, you and that creep were screwing each other behind my back!” Don accused, as Nina rolled her eyes and tried to get the guests focused on the true cause of the party.
“Oh, my God! You know what, Don, I wish we had’ve been, because it would have made my time engaged to you a lot happier.” Cassandra felt her face glow red, as she realised she’d yelled that last part out loud.
Don leaned in towards her, “I think for Alex’s sake we should just forget about what happened and try to enjoy ourselves.”
“I know I will. After all, I have Darren with me.”
“Well try not to let him bore you to death like he did his last girlfriend.”
“How dare you, Don Lothario! Understand me when I tell you to NEVER speak to Dirk Dreamer again.” Cassandra demanded. “You’ve already caused him enough heartache for one week.”
“I’m sorry if the truth hurt him, but I figured he should find out what his dad’s girlfriend is really like.”
“How would you know, you never...” But Cassandra was interrupted by Mortimer’s loud verse of ‘Happy Birthday to you’, as he brought out a cakeThe other guests reluctantly chimed in. Alex put on a smile for his father and new family, despite not being happy at all. For years he had been content with the many changes teenage life had brought on, sometimes even excited. But now things had begun to confuse him the closer he got to his fifteenth birthday, and to make matters worse, there was nobody around with whom he could confide in. As if being moved out of the one house he’d known all his life wasn’t bad enough, his dad had been too wrapped up in his new girlfriend to notice Alex’s changes. His sister, too; flitting from one man to the next! They all seemed to have developed a sudden craving for love at the exact same time. But Alex couldn’t grasp this thing his family called love. He had feelings, sure, but they were new and confusing. Scanning his eyes across the room at the strange, unfamiliar faces, he was certain not one of them could define the true meaning of love to him. He wagered they had all undoubtedly been guilty of breaking hearts at one point or another in their lives. Was this ultimately all life had to offer him in the way of love?
“...Make a wish.” Mortimer ended, as Alex prepared to blow out the candles. He closed his eyes tight, throwing all logic out of the window and forcing his heart to believe that blowing out birthday candles supposedly grants wishes. I wish. more than anything. that this year I can figure out where it is I fit in this new family. Blowing hard, Alex eventually opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. But inside, he still felt the same. It looked like Alex was left to figure out his place in the world all by himself.
“So, brother! Do you feel anymore adult than yesterday?” Cassandra laughed, as she ate cake with her brother and his new family.
“A little. I might even start to rebel against society and write poetry about pain and suffering – and maybe get a wicked-ass haircut to go with it!” Alex forced a laugh.
Cassandra giggled at her childish brother, “So I take it you’re going to take the Goth name literally?!”
“Either that, or...” But Alex stopped himself, seeing his father’s confused look. figuring he’d took that conversation far enough.
“It must be weird to see him growing up so quickly huh, Mortimer?” Nina asked.
“My, it sure is. I remember his childhood years like they were yesterday.”
“Oh, how sweet! I can’t wait to experience that!” Nina slipped out. She suddenly looked at Don who had dropped his fork.
“You think about... those things?” Don asked honestly.
“Well, not right now. But of course it’s what I want. Hopefully with you.” Nina smiled.
“I’m glad.” Don said, getting out of his chair and pulling Nina into the kitchen.
“Don what are you doing?” Nina asked.
“Everyone, can I have your attention. This past week, I have had the most amazing time of my life. And it’s all because of this woman!” Nina blushed, as everyone else in the room looked confused - except Dina, who looked a little worried. “And after spending all that time together with her... I’ve realised that I never want to spend my time together with anyone else ever again.” Don said, as he nervously got down on one knee and reached into his pocket. Dina’s eyes widened, as she saw him pull out a small box in front of Nina.
“Don, what are you..?” Nina stuttered.
“Nina Caliente, will you marry me?” Don asked, presenting his girlfriend with an engagement ring. The whole room was silent, except inside Dina’s head, she was screaming at her sister, say no!
Nina’s face broke into a smile as she choked out, “...Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, yes!” Nina accepted the proposal and Don put the ring on her finger. He picked her up, and the two hugged to the sound of applause. It was all staged of course. Alex: adding another pair of names to his list of people that were suddenly under love’s spell; Mortimer: unimpressed by his once almost-son-in-law’s new whirlwind romance; Cassandra: simply humouring Nina. And then there was Dina, who could only feel sick inside, as she helplessly watched the man who loved her propose to her sister.
Three unplanned hours later, and the birthday-turned-engagement party was looking as if it was finally coming to a halt. With Alex now an appropriate age, Mortimer allowed him to have his first taste of alcohol, along with everyone else. And Alex liked it... he really liked it! So, whilst the party was busy spilling into the hot-tub, Alex had been sneaking in drinks with Don’s friend from work, Ed Wilson. That was some time ago, and now Ed was in desperate need of relief. Exiting out of the first floor bathroom, Ed stumbled into a bikini-clad Dina, who was also on her way to the bathroom. “Oh! Uh, Ed, isn’t it?” Dina asked, as Ed steadied himself by holding onto Dina. She should have been offended by his inappropriate touching, but the moment he opened his mouth, Dina felt flustered.
“Yeah! Alright?” Ed said, as Dina was shocked to learn Ed was actually British.
“I’m... fine! I had no idea you were from England.” Dina enquired.
“Who?” Ed asked, as he lost his footing again. Dina reached out to stop him from falling over. With their hands on each other Dina looked up into Ed’s eyes and found her heartbeat quickening.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Nah! I need to get home, my flatmate’s gonna be doing his nut in!” He leaned in towards Dina. She smelt the liquor on his breath, but rather than being repulsed, she urged herself to stay close. “I don’t have a key so he has to let me in.” Ed said, shouting the last part with passion, exciting Dina a little.
“Oh, where do you live?” She wanted to offer Ed a lift, knowing that she’d only had a glass of champagne and was fine to drive.
“Not far... just need to make sure I can see straight!” Ed laughed.
Dina found herself laughing too. However, upon spotting Mortimer, she immediately let go of Ed and rushed over to her husband. “Morty, my sweet, I’m just going to take Don’s work friend home.” She purred.
Mortimer nodded, seemingly distracted, but stopped Dina just before she headed downstairs, “You haven’t seen Alexander, have you?”
Ed butted in, “Short fella? Yeah! Went upstairs before me, muttering ’bout the rebellion and what not!”
Dina slipped into an overcoat, whilst Ed remained in his bathing suit and climbed into the car with her. It was less than two minutes before Ed hollered at a house, signalling to Dina that this was his stop. He got out, thanking Dina gruffly, and that was that, thought Dina, until she spotted he’d left his clothes-bag in the car. Rushing out, Dina caught up with Ed before he’d gone inside. “You forgot...” she started, as Ed smacked his forehead and laughed.
“This,” He started, taking the bag from Dina, “is why Shaun doesn’t trust me with a key! Ooh, speak of the devil!” Ed added, as Shaun opened the door and then proceeded to walk out.
“I’m off out now!” Shaun demanded, not even giving a second look at Dina.
“I hope he’s not mad.” She wondered, as Ed held the door open. Dina couldn’t distinguish the emotion in Shaun’s British accent.
“Nah, he’s just horny!” Ed laughed, and Dina let out a surprised scream of joy!
“Well, that makes two of us!” She suddenly let slip, turning red and composing herself afterwards. She wasn’t sure Ed was sober enough to have caught that last part, so she tried to carry on as normal. “Do you mind if use your bathroom before I go back?” Ed accepted and showed Dina the way to the convenient downstairs bathroom. Finally getting a moment to catch hers breath, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a little pep-talk. This is ridiculous, you’re a married woman, for God’s sake. You’re happy, Don’s happy... there’s no need to go messing things up. Hanging up her coat on the back of the door, Dina realised she had forgot to turn the lock, and was shocked when Ed burst in with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Oh sorry, you not done?” Ed noted, as he turned his gaze toward the floor.
“Um, what are those?” Dina asked, pointing at the glasses. Ed looked up, and for the first time, Dina saw him smile.
“Thank yous! For never before ‘ave I been escorted home by such a smashing bird.” Ed slurred, trying to sound polite. Dina found herself giggling once again at the charming man. Inside she couldn’t fight off her attraction to that strong British accent, and once again felt her heart jumping.
“That’s not necessary; I really should be getting back.” Dina said. Ed nodded and scooted to one side, allowing Dina to pass through the doorway. It was a tight squeeze, though, given Ed's size. Dina knew she should leave, but as she brushed past Ed she caught his gaze and found her body frozen. As Ed was about to move out of the way, Dina pulled him into her body and kissed him hard. She didn’t know what she was doing. Amidst the hot passion between the two, the most she could figure out was that Don’s proposal had gotten to her more than she first thought.
Ed broke the kiss. He panted and looked at Dina, “Aren’t you married?”

Dina simply looked back at Ed and replied, “Is that a problem?” Carefully setting down the glasses and wine bottle, perhaps thinking any loud noises and sudden movement might snap Dina out of her state, Ed slowly stepped forward and closed the bathroom door gently. As soon as the latch clicked, there was barely a second to think before Dina resumed kissing Ed and the two quickly shed what little clothes they had left. No surface was exactly comfortable in the cold, tiled bathroom, but Dina didn’t care; she needed instant gratification, and Ed was more than adequate to provide it. Barely five minutes had passed when Dina found herself back in her husband’s car, still fighting to catch her breath... What have I just done?, she thought, sinking into the car seat, as sanity finally prevailed and woke Dina up to her actions. What the hell have I done?!

*

“Well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Cassandra asked, as she and Darren entered the Goth Mansion, coming home from Alexander’s birthday party.
“You know, you’re right! I kind of really enjoyed myself.” Darren said, adding emphasis on the ‘kind of’.
“Well, my dad loved you! Isn’t that something to be thankful for?” Cassandra hoped.
“Oh, yeah! I mean, I was definitely surprised at how little people noticed us... together. They all seemed okay with it. Well, except Don. Why can’t he just get over himself?” Darren queried. Cassandra had decided it would be better if Darren didn’t know the trouble caused between him and Dirk had been because of Don. After all, she hardly wanted to be responsible for letting her brother witness his first live punch-up, even if Don deserved it!
“You know, Darren, can we just get one thing straight. That man’s name is never to be mentioned inside my house ever again.” Cassandra said, loving the way ‘my house sounded out loud.
“Well, technically we aren’t in your house yet.” Darren said, raising his eyebrows.
“And why is that?” Cassandra said, as she pulled Darren close for a passionate kiss, which didn’t stop until the two were inside.
“You know, Dirk’s expecting me home at midnight.” Darren said, knowing full well there was no guarantee that Dirk was at home, or could even tell what time of night it was.

“Well, he’s going to be disappointed, since it just passed...” Cassandra looked over to the clock, expecting the time to be near one AM, but she was shocked to see it was only ten-thirty. “Oh! I thought it was later than that.” Darren sighed.
“Huh, me too. I guess we’ll have to find something to pass the time with.”
“But nothing too distracting, otherwise you could end up staying the whole night.”
“And we wouldn’t want that now, would we!” Darren said, as he winked at his lover. He got up and headed for the stairs until he realised that Cassandra wasn’t joining him. He looked over at her, puzzled.
“Where are you going?” Cassandra asked. Darren looked at the stairs and then towards Cassandra.
“I thought we, you know... squeaky squeaky!” Darren laughed.
“Darren Dreamer! I’m shocked you’d even think of proposing that to me without so much as a ‘please.” Cassandra folded her arms.
“Well it’s just, I thought you said we needed something to pass the time. What exactly did you have in mind?” Darren asked.
“How about a game of chess?”
“Chess?!” Darren said, as he grew more and more confused. “Well okay, but I have to warn you, I’m pretty good. I can take your queen in under five moves.” Cassandra and Darren sat down, and Cassandra playful caressed the chess pieces.
“Well tonight you’re not going to be taking my queen,” she said, as she made her first move. “You’re going to be taking my clothes.” Darren almost choked and knocked over his king straight away. So this was her plan, he thought.
Several minutes in, Darren was still fully clothed, but Cassandra appeared to be losing. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were losing on purpose.” Darren said, knowing full well Cassandra had just left her king unprotected.
“I don’t know what you’re implying, Darren. I guess you’re just better then me.” Cassandra said, as she prepared to take off her last item of clothing, leaving her wearing nothing but underwear.
“I believe, that’s check.” Darren said, as he moved.
“Don’t you mean, checkmate?” Cassandra asked.
“That depends, what happens after checkmate?” Darren asked, as his heart raced, knowing full well he definitely wasn’t going anywhere tonight.
“This...” Cassandra said, as she stood up and unhooked her bra, covering her modesty with her arms.

“Then I believe you’re correct.” Darren said, as he pushed over Cassandra’s king, “Checkmate!” Cassandra said, as she let her arms fall by her side, “You know, I guess there's some benefits to living on my own, now.” Cassandra giggled, as she stood in front of Darren. Taking the lead from her cue, Darren grabbed his reward for a game well played and swooped Cassandra into his arms, carrying her upstairs. Darren gently placed his girlfriend on top of her bed and laid down beside her. “I may be bad at chess, but there’s one game where I was always come out on top of my opponent.” Cassandra said, as she climbed on Darren
“Let me guess what game that is...” Darren joked. “Scrabble?!”
Cassandra slammed her face into Darren’s and only stopped kissing him in order to remove his clothes. “So tell me,” Darren said, slipping out of his shirt. “How many points do you score for the word ‘sex?”
Cassandra slid her hands inside Darren's trousers, pulling them down, “Ten!” Darren giggled, as he proceeded to strip off the last of his clothes.
“Ten, you say!” Darren suggestively replied, as Cassandra giggled and pulled him under the bed covers; the last of their underwear being thrown out from underneath the quilt. With Darren on top this time, Cassandra breathed heavily whilst she talked. “You know, there’s a word I like playing more than ‘sex, even if it’s not for as many points.” Cassandra said, as she stared deep into Darren’s eyes.
“What’s that?” Darren asked, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend.
Love.”

*

“I really need to get back to Dirk.” Darren said, rushing around the Goth's house. Cassandra sighed, Darren hadn’t even noticed the extra cereal she had poured for him. “Thank you for a truly memorable night.” He said before kissing Cassandra and leaving. She couldn’t blame him. He was a father after all, and she didn’t want to come between a father and his son. But as she polished off both cereal bowls herself, she admitted that if Dirk continued to drive the two apart, she would come between them. Because she was prepared to fight to be with Darren, even if it meant she’d be fighting Dirk. Back at Darren’s house, Dirk was waking up knowing in the back of his mind that he was doing so alone. Despite staying up until two AM, his father had not returned home. As Dirk sighed, the only way he could only face getting up was knowing that eventually one day his dad would see Cassandra Goth for who she truly was... all he needed was a little help getting there. A little after eight, Darren came home and was shocked to see Dirk still in his bedroom. He had just nearly chased the bus all the way to the school trying to wave goodbye to his son. “Oh! Aren’t you going to be late for school?” Darren said.
“Not going! You know how it is when you can’t be bothered to be at the place where you should be; school, work, at home with your son...” Dirk said, as he got up to go to the bathroom, the only room in the house with a lock.
“Hold on, Dirk.” Darren said, as he stopped his son from storming off. “I probably, totally deserve that after last night. But I don’t see why your grades have to slip because of where I do or don’t sleep on a night.” Dirk rolled his eyes at his father’s excuse. “So why don’t you go get showered and dressed, and I’ll take you to school in my car.” Darren offered.
“So what, you want me to go to school so you can call up Cassandra and spend the day screwing again!” Darren went to scold his son for being so crude, but he wasn’t given a chance. “Well it isn’t going to happen. I don’t see why you have let her rule your life and decide where you ‘do-or-don’t sleep on a night.” Dirk said, mimicking his dad’s previous comment. “Haven’t you noticed the mail box is almost full, and there are dirty dishes in your studio from last week? Not to mention a tonne of unfinished canvases. You’re losing yourself in this relationship ,and I’m just afraid that one day you’re gonna lose...” But Dirk stopped himself, as tears began to form in his eyes. Darren embraced his son, as Dirk held back his emotions.
“I’m sorry, Dirk. I was being selfish last night. But I promise you that from now on I’m going to be spending every night here with you.” Dirk looked at his dad.
“I’d like to believe you. But is it you who’s telling me this, or her?” Dirk sighed and continued to hug his dad.
“Look, why don’t we spend the day together, just you and me? And then tonight I’ll let you go out with Orlando, or any of your other friends.” Dirk smiled at his dad and agreed.

*

“Morning!” Alex came down the stairs of his new house and waved to Nina and Don who were sat at the dining table. Nina yepled and dropped her cereal spoon upon seeing him, and Don simply laughed. Sporting shoulder length hair that was dyed purple at the tips, and a black overcoat, Alex calmly sat down and ate as much breakfast as he could stomach after last night’s partying.
“Where did you get the coat?” Nina asked, intrigued at Alex’s new fashion statement. It was a far cry from the Alex she had met yesterday, who had worn a jacket and tie and had his hair slicked back.
“A friend gave it to me for my birthday.”
“Who are you friends with, the guy from The Matrix?!” Don laughed. Alex rolled his eyes, not replying to his soon-to-be step-uncle’s comment.
“Has Mortimer seen your new... attire?” Nina questioned.
“What, my get-up? God, no! He’d floor it if he saw me... in more ways then one.” Alex replied, as he sighed and thought about his ageing dad.
“Floor it? Get-up? What kind of English are you speaking?!” Don asked.
“Sorry, Granddad, do you need to your hearing aid turned up?” Alex mocked Don, who laughed dryly in response.
A moan from the den interrupted their conversation. “Dina, don’t overdo it!” Nina called to her sister.
“Overdo what... or should I say, who?!” Don laughed to himself. Little did he know, ‘who was the exact reason why Dina had announced that she was exercising every morning from now on. Nina figured nothing of it, but Dina was using the exercise as punishment for her behaviour last night. If she punished herself enough, she figured it would teach her to never cheat on Mortimer again. And get toned muscles at the same time. It’s a win-win situation. No, I’m not winning. This is punishment, now start acting like it, Dina thought to herself, moaning in agony once more. Whether or not she liked it, Dina was going to be down there for a long time because no matter how hard she punished herself, she couldn’t get the thought of Ed Wilson out of her mind... and her heart.
After she had finished, Dina went upstairs and was alarmed to see Nina dangling upside down. “What on earth..?”
“Oh! Hi there, sis, do you wanna join me? It’ll really stop those muscles of yours from aching after that work out!” Nina said, stretching her limbs into unnatural positions.
“Um, no thanks!” Dina knew why she was exercising, but why was her sister getting with the program?
“I’m doing Yoga now so I don’t become all stiff and sore when I get older. Plus, it’s good for the eggs.” Nina said, as she held her breath and counted in her head.
“Eggs? Are we having omelettes?” Dina asked confused.
“No, silly, my eggs!”
“Your eggs?” Dina said, a little startled.
“Sure, it makes them fertile.”
“You're fertilising your eggs?” Dina squeaked out, as she tried to act normal.
“Well of course I’m not right now! But I hope it won’t be too long before I am.” Nina said, as she winked and continued to arch her back.
“Ha! Oh, that’s wonderful... I’m just gonna make a call.” Dina excused herself, as she began thinking about Ed again.
“You know you should really think of taking up Yoga, Mr. Goth. It’ll add years to your life.” Nina told her sister’s husband, who had done nothing but nap since his morning jog.
“Yes... I could do with adding a few more years. Though I doubt this old ticker’s got enough juice left in it to stretch into those kinds of positions.” Mortimer said, as he woke, deciding to get some peace and quiet in his bed.
“I thought you were staying up to talk to Alexander?” Nina asked.
“I’ll catch him eventually; from what I can assume he’s been avoiding me.” Nina laughed softly, as she knew exactly why Alex was staying away from his father. Mortimer carried himself up the two flights of stairs that lead to his bedroom, passing Dina on the landing. She innocently smiled and kissed her husband, watching him intently until he was out of sight. Quickly, she whipped out the cordless phone from behind her back and dashed into Don and Nina's room. After rooting around for a few minutes, Dina found what she was looking for in Don's work-jacket pocket - Ed's home phone number. She paused for a second before dialling, trying to process what was going through her head, but it was unclear. She just hoped speaking to Ed again would resolve the situation. She impatiently waited for Ed to answer. She hated the fact she kept thinking about what they had done - it wasn’t even that memorable. He wasn’t the type of man Dina would normally go for, so she couldn’t understand why she was still attracted to him.
“Hello!” A voice on the other end spoke.
“Is that Ed?” Dina asked, as she felt her heart jump inside!
“Sorry, Ed’s working at the moment. I can take a message if you’d like.” Shaun answered, not recognising Dina’s voice.
“No!” Dina said with force. She was mad she had phoned Ed, and now she was mad that Shaun had answered.
“Alright, calm down, mate! He’ll be back around four if you want to phone again later.” Shaun said, wondering why the woman had practically shouted down the phone.
Before he could get suspicious, Dina tried to end the call. “I just wanted to talk to Ed. That’s all, nothing wrong with that. I’m gonna go now.” Dina hung up and breathed a sigh of relief.

*

That afternoon, Alex had come home from school with an older friend and quickly avoided seeing anyone in the house by going upstairs, trying to engross himself in a game of chess. Alex enjoyed chess, but he rarely found a challenging partner. He had grown up with interests in science and genealogy, and was ahead of his classmates in many subjects. He'd been lucky enough to be part of some study groups with older teenagers - lucky, because in his opinion, many teenagers his age didn't live up to his standards, and simply acknowledged him on the basis of his last name. It was partly due to this why Alex had decided to embrace a more goth-like appearance, hoping to finally find out who liked him for him, and more importantly, whom he liked. Unfortunately very few people had said anything at all, and certainly nothing bad. They were too busy vying for his attention in hopes of getting to see his new house (and in the case of the guy’s, getting to see the Hot Twins, as they were known). Buckling under peer-pressure, Alex had settled on a girl whose name he did not know, in the hopes that maybe he was just being cynical and they could actually get to know each other a little better. “I can’t believe your dad let you go to school wearing that.” She commented on Alex’s look with disdain, masking it with a laugh that just ending up coming across as pity. Sighing, Alex scolded himself for having ever let his guard down. No longer caring what she thought of him, or what she might report back to his other classmates, Alex put on the most fake voice he could manage, and tried to look sincere by throwing in copious amounts of hand gestures.
“Well, I told him; I said, 
Pops, if you can’t deal with who I am, then you’d better disown me now!
“You said what?” Mortimer said, stirring from his sleep and walking in on Alex in the upstairs study.
“Dad!” Alex cried, dropping his act. “I, I was just joking with... uh..?”
“I hope this is a joke! Because it certainly wouldn’t be funny if that dye was permanent. And is that makeup you’re wearing.” Mortimer surveyed his son.
“Uh, dad, can we talk about this later?” Alex said, as he felt his cheeks glowing red from embarrassment.
“No we cannot! I want you to march right into that bathroom now and scrub that paint off, and I don’t want you to stop scrubbing until I say so.” Mortimer shouted.
“Look, dad. I’m not go...” Alex started.
“You’re not going to?” Mortimer said, shocked at his son answering him back.
Figuring she’d get out before things got ugly, Alex’s friend piped up, “I’m gonna head home now.”
“Hold on, I’ll show you out.” Alex replied back, wanting any excuse to duck out of the way of the firing squad.
“Alexander!” Mortimer cried, slowly but surely catching up to him. Luckily there were two flights of stairs Alex could use to his advantage.
R
elaxing after a hard shift at work, Don lied back on his bed and was thinking about his future wife... and how strange Ed had acted when he'd seen him at work! All his thoughts were interrupted though, as Alex rushed in and closed the door behind him. “Oh, Don, you’re back! I was hoping to hide in your room until dad calmed down.
“So he finally saw you, huh?!” Don laughed, as Alex sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was tired from running away, not just from his dad but away from everything. He needed to get so many things out into the open, so he could finally hear them for himself and perhaps stop having to run.
“Don, I know we’re not really that close, but can I talk with you, man-to-man?” Don smiled inside. This was the first ever man-to-man talk he’d had were he was the one giving advice. “It’s just, I guess you can tell I’m a bit different now I’m older,” Alex started. “These changes I’m going through, I hate them. That’s partly why I’m wearing this.” He referred to his outfit. “I’m desperate to blend in with any crowd at school so no-one will see that I’m changing.” Alex could see Don was thinking hard before he spoke.
“I’m sure they won’t notice, they’ll be too busy going through their own changes.”
“I doubt it. It seems everyone knows their place except me.”
“You feel different, huh?” Don asked, feeling sorry for Alex.
“I am different. These changes, they’re not all good, some are...”
“Really confusing?!” Don offered with a laugh. “It is for you and about ninety-five percent of other kids your age.” Don added.
“I bet you never went through this.” Alex sighed.
“What is it, is it your body?”
“No! I know about all those changes, they teach you that at school.” Alex cringed.
“They teach that at school now?!” Don laughed, but Alex just sighed. Don composed himself and motioned for Alex to continue.
“It’s my thoughts that are different. This... look, it’s just a mask.”
“You’re a tad early for halloween!” Don joked.
“Oh, you know what, fine! I knew this was a bad idea.” Alex stood up to leave, losing his patience.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m trying to be sincere; help me understand what it is you’re going through.” Don apologised. Alex sat back down and closed his eyes.
“I wanted to hide myself from me, from what I think I might be.” He said quietly, eyes still closed.
“Might be?” Don said concerned.
“What it is, is... I sometimes don’t... my thoughts... they’re not always about girl... if you know what I mean?” Alex confessed, opening his eyes, but still looking down at the floor, ashamed he’d finally told someone about his new feelings towards the same sex.
Don breathed in and thought long before he spoke, “I know you feel like you’re the only teenager in the world going through this, but I assure you you’re not alone – especially in this day and age. A lot of hormones are flying around at your age and it’s perfectly natural to go from fantasising about girls one day, to fantasising about... well... the opposite.” Alex smiled and admired Don for his attempts to understand.
“So, these feelings I’m having now, they’ll probably go away?” Alex hoped.
“They might... but they might not.” Don admitted, as Alex looked dejected. “But if they don’t, it’s nothing to be ashamed about. And you need to know, no matter what, that I’ll still be here to talk to you, if you ever need me.” Don smiled.
“So I can trust you to keep this between us?”
“You can, as long as you promise me to go into that bathroom and take off your mask.” Don said. So Alex did just that! In the bathroom, he removed his clothes and make-up and took a shower, washing the dye out of his hair. And when he was fully shed of his former self, he planned to step out of that shower, naked as the day he was born, and look at himself in the mirror! Alex couldn’t actually think if he’d ever done it before now. Stand in front of that mirror and go deep into that reflection staring back at you. Look at everything, and don’t be afraid to embrace who the person is staring back at you; gay, straight, or just confused. Don’t hide yourself, is what Don had said. Never in his life had Alex thought Don was capable of such wisdom, but that was part of the problem with old Alex. He was too quick to judge people on first impressions. So taking a deep breath, ready to bid goodbye to that Alex, he looked down at the floor and positioned himself in front of the mirror. He looked up... first thought: it wasn’t pretty! The make-up had caused quite a few spots to pop-up and his hair looked stringy now he had washed out the dye. His body was weak, and in need of a tan if he were to ever go to the local pool with... Meadow. Looking at his new self in the mirror, Alex found himself smiling, as he thought of his school friend Meadow. She had a personality that Alex desperately aspired to emulate; not caring about what anyone thought of her. And, for the first time ever, Alex felt comfortable admitting she was hot! But lately he had avoided getting too close with her in case she grew too fond of him. It’s not that he didn’t want to date Meadow, but she was one of his true friends and he couldn’t bare to hurt her if in the end it turned out he didn’t have romantic feelings for her, or any other girl. But it seemed with the mask washed off, things were clear to Alex. He looked into the eyes of the person staring back at him and smiled.
Yet despite accepting his new self, he was still at a loss about what he was to wear. The only clothes he had that weren’t black were his school uniform. Going back to Don for help, they searched through the stuffed wardrobes inside the spare room Alex had been sleeping in (his new bedroom was just having the finishing touches put to it), and Don came across some old green pants he’d worn as a teenager. “Green?!” Alex looked at them in disgust, and then at Don.
“What?! It was a different time back then... Anyway, what’s with the hat. Did the dye not come out?” Don said, as he tried to take a peek underneath Alex's beanie.
“Oh it came out, but it just made my hair look stupid again. This thing stays on until I come back from the hairdressers.” Alex sighed, as he thought about how much of his birthday money he was going to have spend on himself.
“Well, how about you get this new ‘get-up’ on me.” Don offered, and reached into his pocket before handing Alex some money.
“I can’t borrow this.” Alex said, knowing that he’d never be able to pay it back. Despite having a decent enough after-school job, he made nowhere near enough money to buy stylish clothes.
“Then don’t borrow it. Call it a belated birthday gift!” Don smiled.

*

After dozens of push-ups, sit-ups, crunches, lunges, and running a lap around the house, Dina was finally beginning to shake off the feeling of having had Ed Wilson anywhere near her. Having showered and got dressed, Dina was about to go downstairs and spend some quality time with her new husband, but she heard a noise coming from the attic above her. As she went upstairs, she was surprised to see Don there. He was shirtless, painting Alex’s new bedroom. “So far, so good!” Dina joked, as Don turned around and smiled. “I could help if you want.”
“It’s alright, I just wanted to get this bit done so Alex can sleep here tonight.” Don had offered to decorate the attic floor of the house and move Alex’s bedroom in there.
“This room’s so big! I would have loved this as a teenager.” Dina smiled, as she remembered her time in the house as a child.
“I bet you would have! All alone up here, no-one to disturb you from whoever – I mean, whatever you were doing!” Don joked.
“Shut up! I wasn’t like that as a teenager.” Dina laughed.
“Come on! I bet somewhere you had a waiting-list of boyfriends!” Dina playfully hit Don. As she touched his chest, her eyes locked onto his for a moment and she pulled back quickly.
“Anyway, do you think Alex will appreciate the privacy?” Dina said, changing the subject.
“I doubt he’ll be getting up to the kinds of things you would have done if you were given this space!” Don laughed, but Dina just forced a smile, as she tried to get away from their previous conversation.
“I doubt he will! I’m sure when Alex invites girl’s over he’ll be the perfect gentleman.”
“If he invites them over.” Don tensed up, realising he might've just let slip about Alex’s confession.
“What do you mean?” Dina looked puzzled.
“I just meant that... You know, he’s a teenager and he’s got that confidence problem, what with his looks.” Don was tired and it had just slipped out, he was sure if he just changed the subject, Dina wouldn’t keep on bothering him.
“I think Alex is handsome!”
“And that’s what I told him.”
“You two talked?” Don tried to say as little as possible.
“We may have exchanged a few words.”
“About girls?”
“No.”
“Then what was it about?”
“Feelings and stuff.”
“So you were talking about girls.” Don had been backed into a corner, he could sense any moment Dina was going to realise Alex’s secret.
“We were just talking about a wide variety of things.” Don replied but Dina could tell he wasn’t being truthful.
“You know, Don, he’s my stepson. I think I have a right to know.”
“Man stuff! We had a talk and it involved men and growing-up and that is the truth.” Don felt he’d told Dina the truth without betraying Alex.
“You talked to Alex about guy-stuff, but you didn’t mention girls?” Dina was confused.
“Yeah, and that’s the truth.”
“But you said you talked about feelings.” Don panicked, as Dina started to put two and two together.
“No, I said... felines, we were talking about cats.” Don tried to get Dina off topic, but he could tell she had already figured it out.
“Don... is Alex is gay?”
“No! Alex is not gay.”
“Well you just said...”
“All he said to me was that he was shy around girls and he didn’t like the way he looked and he was starting to think that he might... you know..?” Don sighed, as he realised he’d let Alex down.
“What, turn gay? Don, you don’t just turn gay because you can’t talk to girls.”
“I told him that! We had a really good conversation and he’s out right now working on his confidence.”
“Do you think Alex is gay?” Dina asked him, but Don paused before he answered. He didn’t know if Alex was gay, but he was sure he wasn’t going to be out with a different girl every night either.
“I think that whatever Alex decides, we should just support him - and act surprised.” Dina folded her arms.
“You’re asking me not to talk to him?”
“He trusted me Dina, you don’t know how much that means to me.” Dina smiled, as she nodded.
“You enjoyed talking to him?”
“I did, I enjoyed handing down my years of advice.”
“About being gay?!”
“About life! It made me realise that eventually I’d like to do the same with my own son.” Dina was reminded about him and Nina. She looked at the ring on his finger and felt a stabbing sensation in her heart. Knowing the only way to get rid of her hurting was to satisfy her hearts desire, she suddenly leaned in towards Don.
“You’ve got paint on your chest.” Dina wiped it off. She trailed her finger down Don’s chest and circled his navel a few times, as she looked up into his eyes, hoping to spark some buried attraction. Don looked at Dina confused and felt a little awkward. Wanting to get away as quickly as possible, he changed the subject.
“You met Ed last night, didn’t you.” Dina looked at Don and tried not to act shocked.
“Ed... that British guy?”
“Yeah, my friend from work. Did you two talk much?”
“We passed each other on the stairs, I don’t remember saying much.” Dina avoided eye contact.
“Huh, just that he was asking a lot of questions about you today at work.” Getting ready to leave, Dina tried not to make Don suspicious.
“Well, like what?”
“Mostly about you and Mortimer. He asked if you were happy and why you’d married an older man. I didn’t really have an answer for the last part as I’m still trying to work that one out myself.”
Dina scowled, turning around to leave. “I married Mortimer because we’re in love. And we’ll stay in love forever, unlike other couples I know.” Don couldn’t tell, but he was sure she meant him and Nina.

*

When he arrived, Alex had expected to rush in and out of the hairdressers and quickly pick out the simplest clothes in the store. But he had a panic attack when he saw Meadow was also out shopping... and she’d spotted him. “Alex! I can’t believe you’re here. You never go shopping.” Meadow greeted her friend with a hug.
“Well, I don’t exactly have the best fashion sense.” Alex sighed.
“Well that’s true! Was that you I saw with the purple hair and long black coat? What were you doing hanging out with ‘those people at school? I thought your dad might have gotten you brain surgery for your birthday, which reminds me, I was mortified when I heard you’d had a great time even without me! I’m so sorry I couldn’t come.” Meadow had a habit of talking without breathing, it was quite the gift. The two relaxed on a sofa in the store after Meadow had devoted her time to helping Alex pick out the most fashionable clothes. Alex could sense once again that Meadow was enjoying his company a little too much - but Alex couldn’t, and didn’t want to do anything to stop it. He liked Meadow... he really liked Meadow. But how could she ever like me, he thought to himself, as he kept glancing in the mirror at his spotty face and greasy hair poking out from underneath the hat. Alex had had to schedule an appointment with the hairdresser, so until then, he and Meadow were free to shop, talk, and maybe do other things, too!

*

“This is my fault.” Cassandra said, as she once again found out she’d been the cause of another argument. Secretly, she couldn’t understand why Dirk wouldn’t just grow up and accept that his dad was moving on.
“No, it’s all my fault! I should have played the adult last night, instead of playing chess!” Darren said, as he talked on the phone with Cassandra at work. Darren had offered to let Dirk skip school and spend the day with him. And despite their money trouble’s he was also lending Dirk the cash for a night out. “Listen, Dirk’s going out tonight so I want you to come over, I think we need to have a sensible discussion on how exactly we should be behaving in our relationship, because if I’m staying at yours or you’re staying with me every night it’s going to drive Dirk crazy.” Cassandra held back the shock in her voice.
“What is it exactly that we need to talk about?”
“I think it’s about time we talked about where this is all going... see you.” Cassandra couldn’t stop shaking, as Darren hung up on the other end. Was Darren really going to end it all because of Dirk? Dirk, Cassandra thought, as she clenched her fists in anger at the thought of him.
Dirk had enjoyed the day with his dad. The two had only stayed in Pleasentview's Town Centre, but to Dirk it felt like old times – when it was just the two of them. As he had been getting ready to go out with his best friend, Orlando, Dirk had noticed his dad acting very jumpy. He suspected that Cassandra was coming over, which was okay with him. He just hoped Darren knew that she had better be gone when he got back. “Whoa dude, what’s wrong with you? You look like you just got dumped... by all three of your girlfriends!” Orlando joked.
“No, like that’s ever gonna happen! But it is girlfriend trouble.”
“For real? I didn’t think you had girlfriend trouble!”
“Yeah! It’s my dad’s girlfriend that’s the trouble.” Dirk said, as he admired Orlando’s car. His lucky friend got to borrow it from his dad. Dirk wished he could have a dad that loved cars instead of women.
“Isn’t your dad dating the Goth chick, Alex’s sister? Man, she is fine!” Orlando said, sticking around the Dreamer’s house to see if he could catch a glimpse of Cassandra.
“No she is not ‘fine! She’s anything but ‘fine... she’s evil.”
“Ooh, kinky! Just the way I like them.” Orlando said, laughing at his own joke.
“Well, you wouldn’t like her, trust me.” Dirk said, as he relaxed in the back of the car.
“Dirk, I like anything with a pulse!” Orlando joked once again.
“Well I haven’t checked, but I’m pretty sure she’s lacking a heart inside that body of hers.”
“I wouldn’t mind checking!” Dirk rolled his eyes and shoved Orlando.
“Can we just go?! My plan was to go out tonight to forget about her.”
“Chill dude, we’re going. You just let old ‘Lando take all those thoughts of Cassandra out of your head. I think I can find a place to keep them!” Orlando said, as he kept on laughing. But Dirk wasn’t laughing, he was thinking more then ever about Cassandra and his dad, who were once again spending the night alone together. Cassandra had been so nervous about coming over to see Darren. She was sure that he was going to end it all. But as she arrived at the Dreamer house, she had a little plan to make Darren forget about breaking up.
“You know, this bedroom looks different from this angle. I’m used to seeing it from the bed!” Cassandra said, as she started to put her plan into action.

“Well, I hope you’ve got a good memory...” Darren started, as Cassandra joined him on the bed. This was it, she thought, he was going to tell her she was never going to see him again. Jumping ahead a few stages, Cassandra leapt onto Darren and began kissing him. Darren was startled and dropped something he was holding. He tried to push Cassandra off so they could talk but Cassandra had already begun trying to undress him. “Oh! Cassandra, I wanted to talk.”
“And I wanted to screw! Are you objecting?” Cassandra said, as she pulled Darren on top of her. Darren sighed and gave into his girlfriend. As they kept on kissing Darren kept one eye open, trying to see if he could spot what he’d dropped. But he didn’t stay on top of the bed for very long; Cassandra dragged him under the blanket and began to show Darren just what he’d be missing when they broke up.
“Cassandra! I’ve never seen you like this.” Darren said, as he giggled.
“Well you’re going to be seeing a lot more of this Cassandra from now on. A more passionate, a more sexy, a more giving Cassandra!” Cassandra was about to finish off her plan, when all of a sudden, something poked her in the back! “Ouch! Darren, what was that?”
“What was what?”
“That thing you just poked me with?”
“Cassandra I’m over here!” Darren said, as sure enough Cassandra realised it wasn’t Darren. She felt around under the covers and grabbed what had hurt her. It was just bright enough to see what it was.
“Oh, my God! ARGH!” Cassandra screamed.
“What! What is it?” Darren asked, as he pulled back the covers to look at his girlfriend.
“Is this what I think it is?” Cassandra shoved the ring in Darren’s face. She had found it under the covers.
“Well... what does it look like?” Darren said, trying not to smile.
“It looks like an engagement ring!” Cassandra said.
“That’s because it is an engagement ring.” Darren pulled his girlfriend out of the bed and took the ring from her hands.
“I wanted this to be slightly more romantic. I at least pictured us both being dressed!” Darren said, as he got down on one knee.
“Wait! So you called me over to talk about our relationship because you wanted to further it?” Cassandra said, as she scolded herself for ever thinking that Darren was going to break up with her.
“Of course! I was out today with Dirk but spent all that time thinking about you and me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you. But I just wanted to show you that I love you, and I don’t ever want to stop loving you. Will you marry me?” Darren said, as he showed Cassandra the ring, now in its box.
“You want to marry me!” Cassandra stated, as she began to cry a little with joy.
“Well, not this instant. But I just want our relationship to be official. And to prove to everyone that our love is real, not just some fling. But you have to agree first.” Darren said, as he kept the ring held out.
“Agree? Of course I agree! Yes, Darren Dreamer, I will marry you!” Cassandra said, as she snatched the ring off her fiancé and placed it on her finger. As the two kissed Darren tried once again to tell Cassandra how important it was to treat the engagement as a union rather then just a step before marriage. “Why? Don’t you want to marry me?”
“Of course I want to! But just, not yet.”
Cassandra sighed, “Because of Dirk.”
“Yeah! He’s taking this really hard. But I think that’s because he doesn’t want to let you in his heart in case you leave.”
“Like Darleen.” Cassandra said, as she thought about how Dirk must be feeling.
“Exactly. I think if we show him our commitment, he’ll understand that you’re not going anywhere. And that we’re going to be a family forever.” Darren smiled, as he said the word ‘family.
“We are going to be together forever. And I can’t wait to tell him!” Cassandra said.

*

“Oh, my god! You are so not my friend anymore, Alexander Goth.” Meadow had cried with happiness, as she saw Alex sporting a trimmed, styled hairdo and wearing the trendy jeans, denim jacket, and white T-shirt that she had picked out for him.
“I’m not?” Alex had replied, confused a little at his friend’s reaction.
“No, from now on, if anyone asks, you’re my boyfriend!” Oh no, I was right, Alex thought, as Meadow began talking without breathing again. “It’ll be fun, because you are gonna turn heads when people at school see you looking this hot. Every girl is gonna be after you, so you tell them you’re with me, then we can get together after school and I can advise you on which are the nice ones and who are the complete bitches! Plus, everyone’ll hate me for dating you – which means they actually love me cuz they wanna be me!” Alex laughed and calmed down. Meadow didn’t really want to be Alex’s girlfriend, she just wanted to pick out a girl for him. He felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world. He had new clothes, and a new bedroom - but, best of all, he had a new look; a new look that would hopefully grab him some desperately desired attention from the opposite sex! Yet a nagging voice in the very back of his mind couldn’t help but feel he’d replaced one mask for another. Ignoring it, he realised all those fears would instantly fade the moment he finally locked lips with the girl of his dreams... he just didn’t know who that was yet!

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