The Clone Mansion

Going Our Seperate Ways

Our talk ends with her walking out, leaving me feeling lonelier than I thought it could. I just met her and yet when she leaves it kills me a little inside. I'm officially alone in this world again. It's what I wanted, isn't it? If I can't have Wishes I don't want anyone, right? I don't even like being around people unless I have my emotions meticulously sorted out, so why am I watching her walk down the driveway and envisioning myself chasing after her and spilling my guts? My mind has been so warped by my love for Wishes that I am not even sure what normal emotions are. Do I like her, love her, hate her? I can't figure out if this girl is my soulmate or some test I need to pass to finally conquer Wishes.

I spend the rest of the day touching everything she touched, retracing her steps as if it'll put me back in the very few memories we've made together. I am angry and feeling hollow. If Wishes had just loved me back like she was supposed to none of this would've happened. We could've conquered the world by now but she'd rather play games with her imaginary friend Grant. I always quit reading the book or watching the movie when the love triangle begins because it angers me. I never understood why they don't know what they want, who they want. If you love someone you know, you don't notice anyone else let alone fall for them. I get it now though and I wish I would've finished the stories because it may have helped me know what to do now. These are the thoughts that send me to sleep that night.

I wake up the next day to absolute chaos. The Clone War not only began but was in full swing. The sky had a strange purple hue, my room was a mess and I woke up to an unknown face.

"Grant?" A woman who looked to be maybe in her 40's, with shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes stares at me.

I shift myself back on the bed. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I don't look that different since the last time we've been in bed together."

Great. Somebody Grant dated, we didn't cover his s****l history because we didn't have that kind of time. I don't who he's slept with or his girlfriend's name, I don't think I've ever felt so unprepared. Luckily, it's not uncharacteristic of Grant to forget who he's slept with. "Honestly, if it wasn't within the last year I don't remember."

The lady looks unfazed, she just flips her over her shoulder and shrugs. "Does that include if you're currently seeing my daughter or does that like improve my chances of the great Grant remembering me?"

Crap, it's the mother. I could freak out but I decide to use this to my advantage. I have no clue how she got here, but she knows things that could be useful to me. "For both our sakes, can we agree that never happened? Also, why are you in my bed?"

She stands up, completely bare. I desperately want to avert my gaze but Grant wouldn't, so I stare at her as if I don't care. "I don't know. I was hoping you'd help me recall how I ended up here."

I quickly pick up on the fact that I have no clothes on even though I'm positive I went to bed fully dressed. "Unless I gave you mixed signals in my sleep, I think you assaulted me."

She bends down and presses her palms into my bed. I wonder if she knows she's still not wearing clothes. "The last thing I know is I was asleep too and there's no way I'd sleepwalk here for a booty call."

"Do you think we???" I lower the covers just enough for her to notice I'm naked.

"It sure looks like it."

She sits on the bed, bringing her knees to her chest. "You're going to have to dump my daughter."

"I'm sorry, but that's simply not happening." I cross my arms. How dare this floozy order me to anything! I decide to twist the knife. "I already told her what happened between us and she's chosen to forgive me."

Her eyes darken five shades. "Are you insane?!!! What if she tells my husband about this?"

I lean back, amused. "That doesn't sound like my problem."

She moves closer to me, centimeters from my face. "You forget that your girlfriend is my daughter or should I say ex-girlfriend?"

Just as I'm about to defend myself I hear a click. I look over to see Elijah with his phone camera aimed at us. He took our picture. I jump out of bed. "What are you doing, you creep?"I know exactly what he's doing but Grant would ask that. I am also super aware of my nudity but I do my best to seem careless.

He uses his hands to move his scooter backwards. "I already sent it to Wishes, it was my job!"

I dive at him but he moves so quick I get pushed back with the gust of wind. I'm left dumbfounded.

"You better fix this." She huffs and grabs her clothes.

"You'd better quit cheating on your husband and yo I wouldn't be so worried about it." I retaliate.

She quickly throws her clothes on and turns to me. "Was she upset? She's always been close with her father."

For some reason this makes me feel bad for her. "I think she was too shocked to really know how to feel." I'm lying. I can still see the whole scene play out vividly in front of me. She broke down, fell to her knees and sobbed until suddenly she got up, wiped her eyes and walked out as if nothing had happened. I wouldn't have even been able to tell she was crying if I wasn't there.

She looks dazed. "Makes sense I guess. I'm going to go now, please fix this."

I take a deep breath. I wanted this whole mess settled as much as she did, probably even more but I had no idea how to do it. "If I can, I will."

She stops in the doorway. "Lies really cares about you, you know?"

Lies? That's the first clue I've been given about Grant's girl's name. That's an intriguing nickname. Lies.

The nerves set in when Lies mom leaves. You see, the Clone Wars aren't as much of a physical battle as a mental one. The war ends when someone's mind implodes.I am feeling dangerously close to that point.