Post by Shelby on Apr 10, 2017 1:27:29 GMT
Olivia and Thomas looked at Arthur with sympathy as he backed up and turned to look at him. Thomas nodded at his statement, but Olivia only watched and stood silent as he walked past them and back to the living room. She resisted the urge to grab his arm and keep him in place, to tell him that it was okay, that Chardonnay was just being a little hormonal, but she let him go. As much as she didn't want to, but she knew that he was right. For what ever reason, Chardonnay had a wall up around Arthur, and Olivia didn't need to see them interact much to know that. Their little hug when Arthur walked in had to have been a product of Chardonnay's emotions, for the way she had been feeling before he came. She didn't know though.
There was silence in the kitchen. Chardonnay stood unmoving with her back to her parents and Olivia and Thomas watching their daughter. "Chardonnay," Olivia started, with a soft tone, but a stern look in her eyes. "That was rude of you to do. Arthur was only trying to help and be of some comfort to you; how could you push him away like that?" Chardonnay said nothing, and after a moment of waiting, Olivia sighed. Her shoulders slumped, and he arms she had folded over her chest now dropped to her sides. "Okay. I see you're in a mood... But I do think you need to apologize. All of us are here to help you." She turned around and walked back into the living room where Arthur was sitting on the couch, looking upset, or at the very least unsettled.
Without announcing her presence and with Arthur still looking up at the ceiling, she sat down on the couch next to Arthur, resting her hands on her lap. "Are you okay?"
"If you're going to tell me that I need to sit down and you're going to cook, don't," Chardonnay said, noticing that Thomas was still in the kitchen.
Th older man side and stepped up to Chardonnay. Hesitantly, like Arthur had, he rested a hand on Chardonnay's shoulder, feeling the muscle tense but ultimately give up and slump down. "I know. I've ruined the night," Chardonnay said, drooping her head.
"Aw, come on now Chardonnay, don't be like that. I know you can salvage the meal if anybody can!" He tried to be cheerful, even put on a smile, but it fell slightly. "Baby girl, is everything okay?"
"I'm just..." Chardonnay started, feeling her lips tremble and her voice shake. She shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just nervous about tomorrow, is all." She moved away and over to the fridge, where she looked in and tried to figure out what she could use for a meal. Thomas started cleaning up the mess on the floor.
There was silence in the kitchen. Chardonnay stood unmoving with her back to her parents and Olivia and Thomas watching their daughter. "Chardonnay," Olivia started, with a soft tone, but a stern look in her eyes. "That was rude of you to do. Arthur was only trying to help and be of some comfort to you; how could you push him away like that?" Chardonnay said nothing, and after a moment of waiting, Olivia sighed. Her shoulders slumped, and he arms she had folded over her chest now dropped to her sides. "Okay. I see you're in a mood... But I do think you need to apologize. All of us are here to help you." She turned around and walked back into the living room where Arthur was sitting on the couch, looking upset, or at the very least unsettled.
Without announcing her presence and with Arthur still looking up at the ceiling, she sat down on the couch next to Arthur, resting her hands on her lap. "Are you okay?"
"If you're going to tell me that I need to sit down and you're going to cook, don't," Chardonnay said, noticing that Thomas was still in the kitchen.
Th older man side and stepped up to Chardonnay. Hesitantly, like Arthur had, he rested a hand on Chardonnay's shoulder, feeling the muscle tense but ultimately give up and slump down. "I know. I've ruined the night," Chardonnay said, drooping her head.
"Aw, come on now Chardonnay, don't be like that. I know you can salvage the meal if anybody can!" He tried to be cheerful, even put on a smile, but it fell slightly. "Baby girl, is everything okay?"
"I'm just..." Chardonnay started, feeling her lips tremble and her voice shake. She shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just nervous about tomorrow, is all." She moved away and over to the fridge, where she looked in and tried to figure out what she could use for a meal. Thomas started cleaning up the mess on the floor.