#theodore platt

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Theo wanted to do something for Marquise, so he made her breakfast. :3

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“Hey, Todd! I’m heading out,” Theodore shouts over the loud party music while taking his car keys from the keys hanger.

“WHAT!? The party’s just getting better, man!” A tall guy, with chocolate hair, and tan skin shout over to Theo as he pushes himself through the crowd at the apartment.

“I need to go somewhere, dude.”

“Ugh, whatever man. We threw this party for you,” Todd spats.

“Yeah right.” Theo says under his breath, and heads out of the apartment.

It was chilly outside, but that didn’t bother Theo. He didn’t know why, but he was worried about Marquise. The way she sounded on the phone, it’s as if something unexpected just happened. He stopped at the door of his Mustang and got in, started the engine and drove.

7:03pm

It was dark in the apartment, the only light came from the floor lamp by the side of the bed. Marquise is lying motionless on the bed, staring at nothing. She kept replaying in her head all the happy memories she had with Margaret.

It was her first day of school, and she was hesitant because of her missing tooth. “Mommy, kidths will be laffin’ at me when I thalk,” said the tiny girl in pigtails.

“Oh sweetie,” Margaret says, then kisses her little girl on the forehead, “those kids won’t mind. I bet at least one of those kids have missing tooth either!” she says with a smile. “Go on, sweet pea, I promise you, when mommy’s wrong she’ll buy you ice cream after school, okay?”

“Only if you promithe me you’ll bwuy the Fweezther Bunny Popthicle!”

“Oh, of course honey bee,” Margaret says with a giggle.

Footsteps coming closer took Marquise out of her reverie. “Hey,” says a soft voice.

Marquise looked at where the voice came from and saw a tall white guy with lime colored hair walking towards her. She felt a little nervous seeing Theo out of the University, or out of their dorm. It seemed strange, as if a dream. The first time she knew Theo lived in St. Caire made her strangely happy yet confused. She knew every kid in her batch since there was only one school in the city, but she never met Theo. Yet there was something in him that was very familiar.

“Hey,” he said again, audible this time.

She looked at him with dull puffy eyes, “Hey, you came.” She tried to smile, but failed.

“What’s up? You okay?”

“Uhh . . . well, if I said yes, I would be lying.”

“I wouldn’t believe you if you said yes anyways.”

Marquise sighed, “I’m sorry you’re missing your party for this. I don’t really know why I called you—

“It’s no big deal, I’m glad you called. Nice shirt by the way.” Theo cut her off, now moving closer toward her.

Marquise sat up and looked at her pinkish palms. Her mother always knew she was nervous when her palms are pinkish. “My . . . mom gave this to me, when I was in high school. She said I needed an ‘awesome’ shirt if I was going to an ‘awesome’ concert.” She said with a light smile.

“You were there?” Theo asked in surprise, “I was there.” Now he was sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, I went with Jude,” Marquise said with rolling eyes.

“Huh,” was all Theo could say.

“You know, my mom was the only one who gave me the most meaningful gifts. She always knew what to give me even if I didn’t ask her, or told her what I was into during some of my phases. We were so close and open at the same time, sometimes we didn’t even need words to understand each other. When I’m having a bad day, she would wait outside our house until the ice cream truck arrives at our street, then she’ll buy me my favorite ice cream. No matter how big my problem is, or how low my grades are, or how depressed I am, Freezer Bunny Popsicle is always the cure. And my mom knows it even if I don’t. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself, unlike other teens that complain or say that their parents don’t understand them blah blah. But me . . . I would never know who I am without my mom, and now . . . I don’t think I will ever know who I am because my mom is dead!” She screamed the last word, then sobs. “My mom is gone . . .”

Shocked, Theo didn’t know what to do, until he realizes that he was already reaching for her. Hugging her, and letting her feel all the comfort he could give. He could feel her sob against his chest; he could feel his sweater getting damp by her tears. All he wanted to do is take away the pain, even if he didn’t know how.

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It wasn't a very nice day for Marquise.

Yes, she is home in St. Claire, after spending three years at the University, she was supposed to be happy, delighted that she is finally home. After all, she has been waiting for this day ever since the first semester of college began. Marquise was never comfortable living far away from the only person dearest to her, her mom; especially knowing that she was leaving Margaret battling cancer on her own. But her mother was insisting she should go and pursue her dream of going to college and study arts. "Besides," her mother said, "Jude will be with you. She arranged everything. You too are going to be roommates." That lessened Marquise’s worries about college, but did not do any effect on her thoughts about leaving her mother with a stranger from the only nursing home in St. Claire. Nevertheless, her mother still convinced her and told her that the only thing that would make her mother feel much better every day is that knowing her loving daughter will be in a place of her dreams, doing what she has always wanted to do.

Now, Marquise is all alone in her new apartment sitting on the floor, back against the side of her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to remember every detail of her mother’s kind face: the creases on Margaret’s forehead, the age details that was never even visible before, the scar that always made her wonder where she got but never had the guts to ask, the gentle smile she always gives her daughter even if it wasn’t a very nice day, and the light freckles she had gotten from her. She loved her mother so much, they were best friends. And now Marquise has to face the awful truth, the reality of life, that her beloved mother is dead.

The nursing home never called Marquise the day her mother died; they said they didn’t want to bother her during the final week of the semester so they took care of everything. When Marquise arrived at their house, everything was packed into boxes. One man said that their things will be brought to the storage units at Northcote, except for her things. At first she didn’t understand, she thought that her mother wanted to stay at the nursing home for good and just sell the house for her medications. But it didn’t seem something her mother would do, Margaret loved their house, she decorated it herself. She even built her own flower garden at their front yard. Marquise also loved their house, and now it was gone. The only thing that was close to feeling like her mom was still alive was gone.

When everything was explained to her, she calmed down. She was brought to the City Hall to talk to her mother’s attorney. The attorney told her that Margaret had written her last will and wanted the house to be vacant. “That is, until you have a family if your own,” added the attorney. “Mrs. O’Dwyer wants all the furniture to be kept in a storage unit she bought. Meanwhile, all your belongings shall be with you in your own apartment in the city. You, Miss O’Dwyer need not to worry about paying any fees because your mother already took care of everything. All you need to do is find your husband to be, have kids, and then your house will be all yours again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Those were the only conditions Mrs. O’Dwyer has written. She knows you love the house, it is your home. But before you could have it, you need to be married and with kids. The house is quite big for a single person you know,” the attorney explained.

“But. . . what. . .uhh. . .why would my mother be giving those conditions? We never talked about things like having family, or. . . she never told me she wanted to have grandchildren. She never even asked me if I ever had a crush! How could I possibly. . . how. . .” Marquise trailed off.

“Whatever the reason your mother had, or has, for writing these conditions in her will is none of my concern. And I’m pretty sure it is for your own good, Miss O’Dwyer.”

Marquise opened her eyes and she was back to reality, blinded by the bright floor lamp beside her. “Oh mom, what would I ever do without you?” Sitting there, she thought of the only friend she ever made while in the University (except for her cousin Jude), Theo. She didn’t know why she suddenly remembered him. Maybe because she was feeling really alone, she wanted company, even if the only person available was the sometimes-obnoxious-but-sometimes-serious-and-mysterious Theodore Platt. So she got her phone that was on top of her bed and dialed the familiar number.

It took only three rings before a voice was heard on the receiver, “Hello?”

“Hey . . . it’s me,” said Marquise in a shy manner.

“Oh hey! What’s up Markeee. Miss me so soon?” said the person on the other end.

“Oh shut up, Theo. Where are you? It’s seems like you’re in a club or something . . . am I disrupting something? Is this a bad time?”

“I am at home, my cousins threw me a welcome-home-party. It’s not a bad time; I’m not enjoying myself that much anyway. My cousins are just using me to throw a party so, yeah. Is there something wrong? Why did you call?”

“I . . . well, I just . . . can you come over? I really need company. Jude just left to Barbados, she’s with her family, and. . . .”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Give me 10 mins.”

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I moved, I live downtown now. City Studio”

“You moved? O—okay then. I’ll be there.”

“Okay. . .”

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This is an original character that I've created. One of my online friends requested I make it... I'm not very consistent in the updating.