Louie hated these "family reunions." Every year, he'd have to go over to some cousin's or some uncle's estate wearing a suffocating dress shirt and sweater, having his mother introduced him to the family he regarded as strangers. Not only was it boring, but it lasted an entire day, and that was just the actual event! Even after that, his mother would stay for a few days after the reunion to "catch up" on things, as she put it, but Louie knew that what she was really yearning for was gossip. Which Uncle molested what girl? Aunt Anne is having an obedience problem with her employees? Cousin Michael was involved in whose death? She wanted a sniff of the mess before it was swept under the rug where everything and anything "unfortunate" was destined to be.
This year, to Louie's delight, the reunion was taking place at the Ellesmere Park. The park was famous for its beautiful waterfalls, steep cliffs, and was supremely well-kept. Unlike the stuffiness of a private estate, at least the young blonde could breathe here, and maybe find something to do other than tag along for his mother's nosiness.
It was the strike of noon, and the Napedian summer sun was in the middle of the cerulean sky. Filling a few pavilions scattered around the area was a conglomerate of men, women, and children falling somewhere in the Klein and Phacelia bloodline. All of them were well-dressed, chattering, and related. Well, it wouldn't have been a family reunion if they didn't all share some blood. But even then, Louie was not at all interested. In fact, he was actively looking for a way to entertain himself away from his mother's side, but all he saw was a grand piano being played in the center of it all, grown men talking about business, women giggling, and children being children in the more modest of ways. At first, he was unsuccessful. All he saw were restrooms and catering tables that would hardly be enough of an excuse to justify his parting. Everything except one curious chocolate fountain in the near distance and a familiar tuft of chestnut hair hovering over it. Suddenly, the twelve-year-old blonde was sparked with an idea.
"Mama," said Louie, eagerly pulling on his mother's skirt, "do you mind if I go get food?" he asked sweetly. His mother looked down at him and was rather quick to respond.
"Very well, Louie. But don't go anywhere too far, and make sure to introduce yourself whenever someone approaches you. Oui?" she instructed him and then walked off before he could answer. She never seemed interested in Louie. Not ever. It was hard to get used to that sort of disinterest, but at least he was free to do as he pleased now. But what?
Quickly shuffling his way over to the chocolate fountain, he then saw the chestnut-haired boy from earlier. As he drew closer, he realized that it was Beaux Phacelia—his older cousin and someone he only knew it in name. Before today, they had seldom spoken to one another, but Louie was determined to find his own fun for the day if he was stuck here. Abruptly, Louie's face suddenly poked out from behind Beaux, looking at the taller boy's face from below with a wide-eyed and curious poker face.
"Do you always look this creepy over chocolat?" said Louie, jeeringly.
This year, to Louie's delight, the reunion was taking place at the Ellesmere Park. The park was famous for its beautiful waterfalls, steep cliffs, and was supremely well-kept. Unlike the stuffiness of a private estate, at least the young blonde could breathe here, and maybe find something to do other than tag along for his mother's nosiness.
It was the strike of noon, and the Napedian summer sun was in the middle of the cerulean sky. Filling a few pavilions scattered around the area was a conglomerate of men, women, and children falling somewhere in the Klein and Phacelia bloodline. All of them were well-dressed, chattering, and related. Well, it wouldn't have been a family reunion if they didn't all share some blood. But even then, Louie was not at all interested. In fact, he was actively looking for a way to entertain himself away from his mother's side, but all he saw was a grand piano being played in the center of it all, grown men talking about business, women giggling, and children being children in the more modest of ways. At first, he was unsuccessful. All he saw were restrooms and catering tables that would hardly be enough of an excuse to justify his parting. Everything except one curious chocolate fountain in the near distance and a familiar tuft of chestnut hair hovering over it. Suddenly, the twelve-year-old blonde was sparked with an idea.
"Mama," said Louie, eagerly pulling on his mother's skirt, "do you mind if I go get food?" he asked sweetly. His mother looked down at him and was rather quick to respond.
"Very well, Louie. But don't go anywhere too far, and make sure to introduce yourself whenever someone approaches you. Oui?" she instructed him and then walked off before he could answer. She never seemed interested in Louie. Not ever. It was hard to get used to that sort of disinterest, but at least he was free to do as he pleased now. But what?
Quickly shuffling his way over to the chocolate fountain, he then saw the chestnut-haired boy from earlier. As he drew closer, he realized that it was Beaux Phacelia—his older cousin and someone he only knew it in name. Before today, they had seldom spoken to one another, but Louie was determined to find his own fun for the day if he was stuck here. Abruptly, Louie's face suddenly poked out from behind Beaux, looking at the taller boy's face from below with a wide-eyed and curious poker face.
"Do you always look this creepy over chocolat?" said Louie, jeeringly.
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