Notting Hill ³
Hi guys!!. I'm back, not by popular demand hehe. Well, at least I'm not showing up empty-handed. Hope you enjoy it and if you did please let me know. Yes, it gives me motivation.
This is my participation on my friend’s @lullabieswrappedinlies Rom-Com writing challenge (go check her out, she is so damn creative and amazing). This story is based on the movie Notting Hill and will be added to my MASTERLIST.
"You don't want to talk about it?"
The 'narrow eye move' does not affect people such as Alexis, who remains leaned on the counter, gazing at you from above for the past ten minutes.
She huffed low and kept going. "It's okay if you want to talk about it."
"Alexis... I just want to take care of my store. I want to sit here till it's time to receive Agnes and five more women who will try to make me do coffee runs for them and then, hopefully, or not, I will sell a book or two before Kirk comes in to try to steal something, then I want to close, go home, lay down on my bed and think about the fact that I might go broke somewhere in the next three months."
"Kirk is at it again? Shit, I thought he fled after trying to steal from the stalls."
"He let the beard and hair grow a lot, lost weight, most people still don't know is him, yet, but I'm on it."
Her eyebrows raised and rested.
"Well, if you can prepare for the thieves you can definitely prepare for when-."
You take a long audible breath, rearranging the bills scattered, which made Alexis retrieve for a moment.
"He is not coming. He can be an asshole, but he is not as audacious as Kyle."
There was a hint of confidence flourishing inside your chest, although Alexis's persistence kept accelerating.
"He is famous, that makes you gain some audacity, thinking that it will allure people into doing what you want. I'm just saying, I'm here for you."
"Well, thanks. Did you talked to Kyle yet?"
"Fuck no! He can rot in hell for all I care about. That night was a disaster! The son of a bitch suddenly showing up."
You watch her squeeze her left thumb inside the other palm, harshly, before you shove the pile of bills under the glittery paperweight.
"Did he suddenly realized he wanted to be a father after ten years?"
She lets out a bitter chuckle.
"Appear at my front door with the most ridiculous, bushy mustache, like he just came out of a seventies porno." She huffs aggressively, archiving the blended expression of disgusted and angry.
"I couldn't even recognize him."
"Well, it's been years." You reminisce. " Did you really thought you could avoid it? At some point-."
An, almost discreet, movement next to the shelves interrupts the conversation.
The tired creak of the wooden floor exposed Nova, purposely or not. Judging by the posture shown seemed calculated. She had both hands inside the red apron, combined with a hint of annoyance spread on her features, very clearly portraited.
Alexis is dynamic, remaining natural regarding what her daughter could have listened to.
"Hey baby, are you ready to go?"
Nova sighs and her shoulders go down.
"No mom, I just arrived. What are you doing here?"
"I work next door, Nova."
"Still."
"Well, actually I wanted to take you all to eat something."
Cold lie, easy to spot, mainly because it was a fact that your sister hates to eat out, and that was why your niece's gaze, filled with doubt, was shot in your direction.
It didn't take a lifetime to recognize the type of moves, of which, Alexis would appeal for damage control. She needed to reassure her daughter, keep her on her side.
"She should have told him to go back the same path he came, but no, she just let him in." It was the following thing Nova said to you after arriving from school today, dropping her pink backpack into the ground behind the counter, followed by "I feel like she will accept him back at some point."
There was no remark on exactly when the pendulum of your niece's feelings towards Kyle became so stuck on the pure hatred side, although expected to happen at some point.
The complicated questions completely stopped at the thirteen. Alexis couldn't decide between relief or disbelief till browsing the history bar on the laptop while innocently- as she said- tried to find the recipe for cannolis and instead found Kyle's Facebook page, where he was incredibly active. There were photos, places, friends, trips, a lot of women, one of them Carly Raymond, his highschool sweetheart, who still had a perm.
There was nothing else for Nova to be curious about, and it is not your niece's fault technology was way easier to navigate for information than your sister was.
Alexis reacted cold, in the way you wouldn't expect, not actually trying to salvage the situation because a part of her would never forgive Kyle, the same part that wished Nova did the same.
"Was I supposed to lie to her? Make it worse, make her doubt me too? What he did is hateful, can I blame her? I was the one who always told me he would break her heart no matter what. He didn't even have to come here to do it, and do you think he is ashamed of all that crap online? Traveling, living his life around the world but not being able to come to see her, choosing this 'lifestyle' over here?"
"I know a good, quiet place, that opened down the street."
You ignited, but Nova kept the skeptical stare.
"Sounds great, come on Nov, get this apron off."
"Ok. We will have to talk at some point anyway."
You watch Nova give up, untying the apron behind her back, approaching the counter in slow steps, and leaving it there.
"That's my girl."
"Wait, I have to take something first."
Alexis watches her search inside her backpack as you got up from the chair, taking your sky blue Weichen wristband.
'Closed for lunch' in pink Sans Serif font as Nova made, was hanged on the inside of the glass door before you locked.
"Sorry for the inconvenience", advised to be added on by your niece was revoked by you since no one, not even Agnes would have felt inconvenienced by the closing. You still had the, sometimes, foolish hope of the weekends, when the streets would be fuller than now.
Leading the pace you could only hear Alexis's voice behind your back before you could spot the large Navy blue plaque of Ledbury restaurant and its crowded sidewalk, right next to Walmer Castle pub.
"Guys" You called. "There it is." You pointed front, towards the other side of the street, stopping on the sidewalk as the cars accelerated on the green light.
Turning around you capture your niece's smile as your sister whispered something in her ear. On Nova's hand, there was the same Smithsonian Magazine from this morning.
You forgot to tell Alexis about the way she sounded, reading on the drive to school an extended report about how brains are wired to capture and respond to emotions.
She held the magazine, folded in one hand while eating a Dairy Milk with the other, and in a very 'Alexis' tone discoursed: "Basically is just our brain responding to our way of thinking, even when we anticipate something in our minds. We don't even have to see it."
Your sister still whispered something towards Nova's ear, but the smile placed there died down as she looked, eyes wide, ping-ponging between you and something else that appeared to be amidst the crowd, standing on the other side. She pokes Alexis's arm with emergency.
Spreading as easy as the people starting to move again around you, the same tension, mirrored on their faces, irradiated on the pitch of your stomach right when sister's eyes went cold.
"Excuse-me." You hear, close to your right ear, remaining standing still.
"Oh, my God!" Another voice, a woman's voice as you can now notice as Alexis leaves Nova's side to grab your arm.
The woman's voice sounded alarmed and so does the beats of your heart as more people start murmuring.
"I can't believe it is him."
"Oh! Lord, it is Mike Levine."
Cars started to honk as the crossing street became fuller, and the crowd starting to form began to work as a magnet of more curiosity and obstacles, but Alexis's arm stood strong over your shoulders, navigating and crossing you to the other side.
You wished her arms were stronger than the temptation you blamed for making your back swerve.
There was a moment of not knowing what to expect till you came to realize expectations grew in a matter of seconds. There must be was a reason to want to look back at Mike Levine, surrounded by strangers all over, ungratefully creating an illusion of a time that didn't seem to pass.
He was still the same as you came to see once or twice in a free subscription magazine, but he wasn't plastic anymore.
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