The Talk

“Hey, Os.”

“Hey.”

“Um, got some time t’ talk?”

“…Yeah. Yeah, c’mon in, Kimby.”

“Thanks. Um…before you start yellin’ at me, I just wanna say I don’t think I did anything wrong.”

“And what makes you think I’m gonna start yellin’ at ya?”

“I mean… I ‘magine you’re prob’ly pretty pissed.”

“And why ‘d I be pissed?”

“I dunno. You’re my brother. It just…seems like somethin’ that’d piss ya off.”

“Well, yer wrong. And I a’ready told Frank yer both adults. Be together ‘r don’t. I dunno what ya two even want from me at this point.”

“Maybe t’…have you be happy ‘r somethin’?”

“I’ll be happy when I can wrap my damn head ‘round it, a’right? I just… ‘S weird, okay?”

“I mean, I kinda get it, I freaked out at first too, but why’s it this much of a problem for you?”

“Seriously? You’re seriously askin’ me this. You’re my sister. He’s my best friend. Pretty much like a brother t’ me. It’s like my brother an’ sister are together, and that ain’t right.”

“Well, we are and it is.

“I ain’t tryin’ t’ break you two up. Why’s it matter so much iffen I approve? You’re gonna do whatcha want anyway.”

“Oh, I dunno, Os. I mean, you’re kinda one ‘a the most important people in our fuckin’ lives or somethin’.”

“Maybe gimme more ‘n a few days before breakin’ down the door and askin’ why I ain’t sendin’ you flowers, then.”

“You are so immature sometimes!”

“Fer once, Kimby, I’m honestly bein’ calm about somethin’ that’s botherin’ me a bunch. Just…get out if you’re here t’ yell at me t’ do…I dunno even know what. Carin’ too much, I guess.”

Carin’ too much??”

“Yeah! ‘Cause if ya two don’t work out, guess who gets stuck in th’ damn middle?”

“And you’re just so certain we ain’t gonna work out, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re thinkin’ it, Os. You’re thinkin’ it.”

“No, I ain’t.”

“So…what, we just need t’ avoid ya for a while, until you’ve decided yer over it?”

“At this point, I’d settle for both of ya not shovin’ week-old relationship sex in m’ face.”

“Frank panicked! Thought you were gonna… wait, week-old? What are you even talkin’ about?”

“He came t’ me just last week, askin’ permission t’ date my sister. What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“I… We’ve… Oh.”

“…How long, Kimby?”

“…’Bout a…month ago? Had our first date. He didn’t…?”

“No…”

“…Well, there ya go. Yeah. S’ been about a month since I kissed ‘im. It all just kinda…fell int’ place from there.”

“Since ya kissed ‘im? Was that even a fortnight after ya ran int’ each other here?”

“Listen, I ain’t gonna sit here and justify m’self t’ you.”

“Ya met your childhood rival then two weeks later you’re throwin’ yerself at him, and ya don’t think that requires even a lil’ bit of justifyin’? Kimby, what the bloody hell are you doin’?”

“I dunno! And I was not throwin’ myself at him. I just kissed him. And… I couldn’t ‘splain it, anyways. It was…”

“Was what?”

“Ya know how a magnetic piece ‘a metal flies and sticks t’ another piece…?”

“…Yeah.”

“Was like that. I can’t put it any other way and I ain’t gonna bother tryin’, either.”

“Kimby…”

“What?”

“I need some time, a’right? Just…time t’ wrap my brain ‘round it.”

“Fine. I… I didn’t expect things t’ go this way, but… I’m real glad they did.”

“I’m still right mad at ya fer not tellin’ me sooner, but… Get over ‘ere.”

“D’ya really think me tellin’ you a month ago that I was thinkin’ of kissin’ Frank would somehow have made th’ situation better for ya?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I could’a locked ya inside yer room.”

“Ya do know I figured out a way t’ sneak outta there by th’ time I was twelve, right?”

“…I did not. What else ‘re ya hidin’ from me?”

“None ‘a your business, big brother.”

“Fair ‘nough. But… Kimby. I gotta say this: if he hurts you, I’ll kill ‘im. If you hurt him, I’m never forgivin’ you.”

“I’m not too worried ’bout that.”

“That makes one ‘ve us.”