You’re a dark, starry night

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“Closer…closer…a bit more…more…” my mother’s high pitched voice drifted to me over the waves of Tunisia’s warm beach. Forget it I thought to myself, if I splashed like a baby on the sand she won’t be satisfied so I ignored her frantic calling and went all the way back to where I was and floated on my back in the clear water. The gentle waves blocked the screeching of the…my lovely mother.

This holiday was supposed to help us forget recent events that happened back home in England. Since my dad left 3 months ago, my mom has been obsessed with making me, my sister and brother as cheerful as ever, forgetting that she was more miserable than us. Although we know her intentions are all in the best of our interests the whole thing started to get pretty annoying and all 3 of us try to avoid her as much as possible, either by staying extra hours in school ( yeah, that’s how bad it got ) or sleeping over at friends houses.

Other than mom, and our beloved dad (who left us for a horse faced wench), we only have one uncle who is dads brother and because as dear father claims “we never get along”, we’ve never actually met him even though he only lives about six hours away. The whole purpose of this holiday was “to forget the past, and get to know our family”, like that’s gonna change the fact that my dad just up and left without a word of goodbye!

If I ever see him again (GOD FORBID! AMEN!) I will spit, cuss n curse him if my hands don’t get to work first by strang-

“ARRRGGHHH!! What the hell! Are you trying to drown me?” I choked out as my eyes began to water and my throat sting from the salty water. My brother just smirked as a response.

Adam is 2 years younger than me at the age of 15, and looks older than me body wise, not that I’m small or anything, quite the contrary. I’m quite tall for a girl and not the skinniest of people (and no I’m not fat either, just normal) for that matter, with light brown hair, cat looking muddy brown eyes and a hostile look upon my face. I don’t mean it honestly; I’m just born that way. Most people think I give out dirties when I’m looking normal, but than find out I’m a harmless innocent girl (unless you get on the wrong side of me, which then turns very ugly and brutal, a streak I inherited from my dads genes) that only wants to kill her father!

“Chill out, your such a drama queen at times” he muttered over his breath intending for me to hear him, while trying but failing badly to keep the smile at bay. His beefy body was looming over me, casting a shadow from the glaring sun.

“What do you want? Isn’t the sea big enough for you? Or do you enjoy bothering me?” I know I’m such a bitch, but I can’t help it when I see his features so much like mine except with a softer complexion and a less hostile, very warm look in his honey coloured eyes, which I envy very much. I love my brother so much, ( I mean who doesn’t love a large, younger, very protective, and cheerful brother) that I just cant help the way I react the way I did to his so called fooling around, for lack of a better word.

Before he can answer we hear some one call.

“Kat! Adam!”

Rika, my 14 year old sister shouted for us to come back (while holding a jacket over her head and covering her face) because we had to get ready to meet our mysterious uncle and his family. Rika is the one blessed with the pretty looks and trust me when I say she knows it and uses it to her advantage. Her jet black hair goes well with her very pale skin, straight nose, high cheek bones, and the most striking feature is the swirl of dark blue-silvery grey of her eyes. Another way of putting it is mini version of my mom, minus the high pitched voice (her voice is as cold as ice).

Pathetic is what I think of her trying in vain to hide her face from the red hot sun as to not get a tan (I already have a natural one), I mean who wouldn’t want to have a bit of colour on them instead of looking like you just came back from the dead, then again my sister is the sole example of that. What gets to me that she didn’t jut inherit the looks (not that I care about that since I believe that it’s the personality that counts not looks, which are just an added bonus), but had to have the brains as well, which in other words means : she’s not as stupid as she looks. Actually if you want a mental picture in your mind like me, imagine her as a sly but cunning fox.

My brother I cant imagine as anything because of his different moods, but one thing for sure and this is the best way of describing him: he’s so peaceful that he wont even hurt a fly…(yes there’s a catch) unless it annoys him. Complicated I know. As for me, I would say a tiger, don’t know why but that’s what I would see in my minds eye of myself.

Anyway, when we got home (after a loooooooong speech which I zoned out of of course, on how I should respect and listen to what my mom has to say) I quickly ran a shower, then changed into comfortable boot legged jeans, and a tightish (not skin tight) black t-shirt which had the slogan ‘Get Lost’ printed on the front. My hair was down and spread about my shoulders in a wild original look, and I was just giving it one last messy ruffle when Rika strutted (who struts nowadays?) into the room like royalty and looks at my outfit in disdain.

“Are you actually going to meet our uncle for the first time looking like you just come in from a tornado?” her majesty the ice queen all but shouted. I just rolled my eyes at her and left the room, exaggerating a bit in swinging my hips, just to indicate to her that I don’t care what she thinks of me. A low growl was her response.

After waiting for hours, (3 guesses whose fault is that, 1000 brownie points for you!) we set out for the restaurant that mom has agreed to meet the uncle that we don’t even know the name of because mom thinks it’s funny to keep it a surprise.

The first thing you notice about the place is the desert theme; it looked like an overlarge tent with rugs and weird looking pillows everywhere, there were even things that I wouldn’t exactly describe as curtains hanging down everywhere, and by the looks of how the material is draped, it’s designed to cover the different sections so that there’s privacy.

The waitress, dressed in old fashioned Arabian clothes, asked us for our names in a surprisingly good English accent, she then led us to a far corner which was extra covered for reasons I have yet to discover.

Mom was doing a last minute once over herself and us; she just gave a disapproving look to the slogan on my shirt, looked adoringly at the ice queen, and dragged my brother with her by linking her arm with his.

OH MY GOD! Was the first thought that flew to my mind, WHAT IS DAD DOING HERE?! A gasp to my left confirmed that ice queen was deceived as well, but after the shock of the uncanny resemblance wore of, I can see that there were some differences that distinguished the mildly tall, half Italian, half Libyan man standing before us from father.

3 boys, who didn’t look the slightest bit as brothers, a very beautiful red-blond haired woman, and a pretty young girl stood behind the man we will get to know as our uncle.

“Hi! You must be carol?” uncle don’t-know-his-name-yet said in a very joyful way, that made him look as if he new mother all his life.

“Hello, and you must be Joseph!” mother all but exclaimed, a big grin was pasted on her carefully done face. So that’s his name, it kinda suited his handsomely dark face; it wasn’t hard to link us to him because of the same dark looks me and my brother have inherited from our fathers side.

Mom then moved to the blond woman next to his side and they embraced like long lost sisters. “Samantha, how are you” greeted mother, silly grin, high pitched voice and all.

“I’m happy that we finally met carol. Joseph talked about you and the kids all the time.” And as our new aunty uttered the words, Uncle Joseph turned towards us and started greeting my brother with a one armed hug that didn’t seem to unmanly but affectionate all the same.

“Adam, strong grip just like your father I see” he smiled proudly at him as my brother returned the smile politely although I can see in his eyes he didn’t like being compared to our father, but the accuser remained oblivious thankfully.

“It’s good to meet you at last Uncle Joseph” Adam said in a very sincere voice. I hated the tone he used. It didn’t become him.

“And you’re the all famous Katherine I presume? Your mother speaks very highly of you” he hugged me and I hugged him back awkwardly and very briefly before withdrawing and smiling at him. I was about to answer when a mischievous grin came to his hazel nut eyes, and I followed his eyes down to my t-shirt. ‘Oh shit’ I thought, he must think I’m a hostile bitch and that’s before I even said anything yet. But he surprised me even more by saying “I very much like your style in clothing”.

I beamed at him, and muttered a thanks, while looking at Rika triumphantly. She just acted like she hasn’t seen anything and hugged him next as he complimented something or another about her. I didn’t hear him because my eyes met these brilliant deep mysterious eyes that stared at me or through me I couldn’t tell. They were a glowing shade of olive green in the centre, rimmed with very light honey coloured brown, and there were specks of a darker shade of brown in the middle of the olive-green pool.

I looked him up and down, and had a very bad urge to gasp as loud as I can. His eyelashes were longer than normal girls, and sat curled on his pretty, unemotional eyes (I’m pretty sure that if the girls in my school saw him, they’d swoon over and envy him all at the same time). Curly, Tussled, dirty blond/brown hair covered part of his face and covered those lovely eyes, his slightly round nose clashed with those lush lips, and square jaw. His shoulders are broader than usual guys, and his arms were bare and showed of those naturally tanned and perfectly toned muscles.

In other words: he is a dark beautifully sculpted man.

I can imagine what my friends back home would have said to that: beautiful man?

But that’s all I can call him, not handsome, that would just mock his appearance but beautiful in a mysterious, and oddly very masculine way. The only flaw I can detect is like his dad, he wasn’t as tall as my over bearing brother, but just about taller than me by a few inches if not less.

He stared back at me with those mesmerising pools and suddenly with measured grace, thrust his hand out to me (weird how this guy works, very ironic) while throwing me off with a heart breaking smile that changed his features to a much softer boyish roundness. I couldn’t take me eyes of him which is kind of weird, considering I barely went out on any dates (all the guys, unfortunately might I add, are dumbasses with only one thing on there mind which I wasn’t willing to give over yet) for lack of attractive guys (I don’t mean looks but brains, and the fact of being able to converse words instead of saliva) and here I was practically drooling (EWW) over my cousins appearance.

“Your supposed to grasp the hand and shake it if you know what I mean?” his deep soothing voice cut me of my thoughts and I can feel the colour seeping into my very much tanned cheeks (which will hopefully conceal the horrid blush), as his eyes danced with amusement, the first sign of emotion that showed behind the hard wall built in the shimmering pools.

I quickly took hold of his warm calloused hand, and shook it. “Um hi, I’m uh...Erm... Kat” I stammered like a nervous wreck. I can honestly say I felt disgusted with myself at that moment.

“Jamal,” here he nodded his head than “nice to meet you uh...Erm... Kat” he actually had the nerve to smirk at me. Glancing down, I followed his gaze to where I was still stupidly clutching his hand, and like that, just as quickly as grabbing it I let go like it was on fire. That caused his smirk to turn into a full on grin, and to my great embarrassment that only fuelled the red colour flooding my face. How dare he find my discomfort funny or even amusing? I was about to give him a piece of my mind when a cough that I was very familiar with as my brother, stopped my mouth from opening and embarrassing myself even more. See why I love my grizzly bear look alike brother SO much.

“Hey man, I’m Adam”

“Jamal”

I backed way as they shook hands and tried cooling myself subtly so that the blush would be reduced to my normal bronzy colour.

Some long night this is going to be with my new found family.

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A/N:

What did you think of that? Please people read and review so that I can prove my friends wrong and win the challenge. After I finish the story which won’t take long mind you, I will explain it all. I don’t mind any kind of criticisms as long as you review because then I know where I’m going wrong.

I WAS BORN BRILLIANT BUT EDUCATION RUINED ME:p :D

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