Malibu’s Muse (Part 2)
Once there’s something playing on my mind, I’ve always found it difficult to ignore. Even when I tried to indulge myself in my artwork, my concentration would remain elsewhere, worrying about something that was beyond my control.It was not secret or anything that I was seeing Aaron. He was lovely, and things were going great.Although no one battered an eyelid around the University campus, I couldn’t help but begin to wonder what things would be like if we were to live together in Sunlit Tides. Despite it’s tropical climate, my home world was not particularly famed for its diversity. I actually couldn’t think of one family who lived there that were dark skinned or were of any other ethnic minority.I’d even overheard a few families complain about tourists visiting from China and various other places, and even Tremayne, our Simbot, had taken his fair share of abuse over the years. I dreaded to think about the comments they would make about Aaron if he ever moved to the island with me.Settling down for breakfast one morning, I picked at my food with my fork, dissecting my waffles in hope to find some form of reassurance deep within their doughy sweetness.
‘Morning Bu-face,’ a lively voice greeted, followed by the clunk of a plate settling against the empty table spot besides me. Looking up and over at Jameson, who was eagerly digging into his waffles, I wondered if he would understand my irrational concerns, being my triplet and all. We were often so busy caught up in our own University schedules that we hardly found the time to hang out together or talk about our issues.Deciding to grasp this rare opportunity, I found myself revealing my woes to my (just about) younger brother about inviting Aaron back to Sunlit Tides to meet our family and the rest of the residents. Being the great listener he was (and always seemed to be particularly with girls), he did not mutter a word until I had stopped talking.‘Malibu, I thought you of all people wouldn’t worry about the insignificant,’ Jameson said, a strangely philosophical edge to his voice. ‘Sure, some people may whisper and stare, but so what? Those repressed twats are a dying race.’
Ok, so it wasn’t as if the entire island was racist, but there were a few families in-particular who were strongly against immigration, same-sex marriage and the such.
‘I’m just worried about how those twats will treat Aaron,’ I explained, rubbing my hand against my temple.
‘Why don’t you talk to Aaron about it?’ Jameson advised. ‘Find out his actual opinion.’So, that very evening when I met up with Aaron outside The Grotto, I broached the subject with him, although I tried not to sound like a clingy girlfriend who couldn’t wait to move in together with him and start a family.
At first I frowned when Aaron burst into hysterics, but the words which followed soon had me smiling and my heart swelling.‘Darling, there’s nothing they could say that I’ve haven’t heard before,’ he spoke with a defiant glint in his eyes. ‘Anyone that discriminates others for their appearances are idiots. I’ve never given them the time of day and never will, and they’ll certainly never overthrow our happiness.’That was all I needed to hear. After that, I had no need to fret. There’s no reason to worry about other people’s ignorance. The answer had been that simple all along. As cheesy as it may sound, I guess sometimes it just takes another person’s voice and strength to affirm something.