Malibu’s Muse (Part 3)
Malibu’s Muse (Part 3)
As the months rolled by, I became more and more involved with voicing my views on racism and equality. I even reached the stage where I would go from dorm to dorm with my megaphone, giving inspirational speeches which I hoped even Martin Luther King Jr. would approve of. 
Spray painting in public places had also become part of my weekly habits.
One day in particular I worked on the same mural until the sun had started to set, and most students were retreating back to their usual hangout zones.
Gazing down at my handiwork, I realised that the fat bullet shaped head I had graffitied bared an uncanny resemblance to certain simbot I had grown up with. A certain simbot who had often gone unheard over the past couple of hundred years.
On my walk back to my accommodation, as I contemplated about the ways I could make Tremayne feel more included in our family, I was soon enough distracted by a tall and muscular figure running towards me.
As I squinted harder, I realised the athletic guy was Jameson.
For a moment I panicked, wondering if something awful had happened to Amaretto or Aaron, however, Jameson just directed a quick “hey, sis” in my direction as he zoomed on past me.
‘Where are you off too?’ I asked in a firm tone, my over-protective nature taking hold.
Jameson instantly stopped running and spun around to face me.
‘A party, apparently,’ Jameson announced, before he grinned and continued his journey, shouting out a hearty, ‘See ya later,’ as he disappeared off into the distance.
Since Jameson was often rushing about to parties all over town, I thought nothing more about our brief encounter for the rest of the evening, until Aaron invited himself into my room just after the clock had turned midnight.
I briefly left him to get comfy on my bed as I quickly went off to brush my teeth. As I had just left the bathroom and was crossing the hallway back to my room, Jameon’s bedroom door creaked open and out stepped Mika Moore, dressed in nothing but a flimsy nightgown, with a surprised expression on her face.
‘Err, yeah, this may look a little weird, but err..’ she stammered, clearly unsure on how to explain the situation, despite it was pretty obvious.
‘Thing is, we’ve decided to give things another go… so…’ Mika continued.
Standing there, feeling amused, I was close to grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and forcing her back into Jameson’s room.
‘It’s fine, Mika,’ I said, trying my hardest to keep a serious expression on my face, ‘I have no issues with you dating my brother, again.’
‘Thank you,’ Mika said, bowing down to show her gratitude; for what exactly I wasn’t sure, I just hoped she was aware that if she did ever break my baby brother’s heart again that I would not hesitate to make her life a living hell.
Back in my bedroom, I told Aaron that Jameson had got back together with Mika, perhaps brimming with more excitement than I should have been. The happiness of my siblings were what mattered the most to me though.
‘I’m glad they worked things out,’ Aaron admitted, resting both hands on his toned stomach, ‘they’re a great match.’
‘Just like us,’ he added, with a cheeky glint in his eyes.
Knowing he was right, I couldn’t help but smile.
