Hello and welcome to round 3! As usually I start with the Browns, if you missed Round 2 you can read it here and here. If you have read it you will notice Harry and Hazel aged up to young adults so here are they now (I had better pictures from last time I played but I accidentally deleted them, forgetting I didn’t post them so I had to get them out of bed to take these):
The days following his mother’s death were the hardest of Hazel’s life. It was hard to even think of the pain the loss left, the emptiness in his heart… The funeral was a nice one, most of the town attended, even Dina came. She was his mother mentor, and just won the biggest elections of her life, even after the divorce and rumors of an affair with a convicted criminal. She hugged him, and kissed his cheek. “Anything you need Hazel, I’m here”. She whispered in his ear. Everyone else was pretty much the same, his mother’s friends, his sisters… In the days that closely followed he and Harry moped around the house, doing only what was necessary to stay alive, it was a difficult time…
But after the initial mourning was over Hazel got on his feet, what his mother’s death made him realize was that life was precious and short so he took charge of his life. He worked harder to lose the extra weight, he got a job as a janitor at the local theater because he knew that’s where all the musicians hang out, and in a matter of days he found out that the most important person for the next stage of his life plans was Phaena Santoro. After Riam Gradle retired from the music world he was looking for the next best thing to manage and Hazel was sure that was him. He proposed to his long time boyfriend Donovan, he continued playing the guitar, even gave himself a more “rocker look”.
He was a little worried for Harry though, he didn’t seem to be getting better, only mopier and more withdrawn. They both stayed in their old room avoding their mother’s bigger one like it held the plague. Cocoa came and took all of mothers clothes and stuff, some she kept, some she gave to Rita, some to charity, he never asked about it. He only kept the notes he and mum passed around when she worked as a ghost hunter, he kept them under his pillow and read them almost every night before he went to sleep, it made things easier, to see her words written down, reading them he could almost hear her soothing voice.
He and Harry talked about moving once but his brother wasn’t really for it: “You really want to leave the only place you have ever called home, the house you grew up in?” And Hazel didn’t. But it was weird living here without mum. He wanted to do something. He contacted an architect out of Twinbrook to make renovation plans, he wanted to brake down the wall between the two bedrooms, make it a single room with staircases that lead to the second floor where they each had their own room and another bathroom but when he showed it to Harry he just shrugged. It was this indifference to everything that bothered Hazel the most.
When their mother first got sick, it was Harry who took charge of everything. It was the evening they were going to go to her Spooky Award Ceremony, she felt sick and couldn’t go and the next day Harry was taking her to the hospital to get checked up. It was Morgana Wolff herself who gave them the terrible news a week later. It was cancer. The very thought of that day made Hazel’s eyes burn. The next day she told Doctor Wolfe she wants to stay at home, there was no cure, she had months to live and she wanted to die at home.
Before she did that however she sat them both in the kitchen. She extended her hands, one to him and one to Harry and she looked at them with those fierce green eyes of hers. And she told them: “I know this is hard, for all of us, it will take time to accept it. I’ll give you time, as much as you need but I want to die here, at home, not at some cold hospital room but I know if I do that it will fall on the two of you too carry me to the bathroom when I get too weak… Your sisters are both busy, with kids of their own and I can’t count on them. Now I know, it’s a big thing to ask… And think it through, if you would rather put me in the hospital and come by once a day it’s fine. It’s your decision.” She looked at them and Hazel felt as if he was going to cry. Harry however spoke firmly, and without hesitation. “We are here for you mum. All the way.” She pulled them in both for a hug and Hazel couldn’t keep in in anymore, he cried in to her shoulder and she held him tighter.
She was always a slender woman, but as time passed she was shrinking before their eyes and by the end Hazel could pick her up without barely feeling it.
His sister’s came, they even brought the girls. Mum would place each set of twins on the bed next to her, one on each side and talk to them. They didn’t know what was happening, they were still too young, at an age where they thought any disease can be cured…
She died peacefully one afternoon, a little over a year after she got sick, she just fell asleep and never woke. He just sat next to her and cried and Harry left the room hastily, he never wanted anyone to see him weak.
Harry even had a hypochondriac phase, Hazel knew, but only because gossip tended to travel fast in a small town such as theirs. He was seen at one of Luther’s free clinics, it turns out he had a cold but thought he had cancer.
Hazel didn’t know how to help his big brother, he only hoped he would find the strength to help himself. Just this morning he found him meditating in the bathroom. “Why are you doing this here?” He asked annoyed, he really needed to pee. “Sometimes it is not possible to resist the calling of the greater power, and the need for inner peace.” Harry replied his eyes still closed, his legs crossed on the cold tiles. “Well neither is it possible to resist the call of nature, and the power of the empty bladder. Get lost.” Harry’s eyebrows narrowed and he gave him a dirty look. “Deal with that disaster on your chest Haze, you look like a fucking bear.” He got up from the floor and left. Hazel had no choice but to smile. Immature shit like that made him believe his brother was getting better.
When he got out of the bathroom Harry was dressed and making breakfast. Hazel tried to eat less, and more healthier now that he was finally in shape but he dared not to say anything to Harry about how many calories waffles had.
“I have a gig at a party tonight.” Hazel said to break the awkward silence at the breakfast table. He also needed to distract himself from having another serving. “That’s cool.” Harry said too politely, it seamed to Hazel he was only half listening. “It’s at Minissa Gradle’s you should totally come, her daughters are hot I hear.” “I have a girlfriend.” Harry replied coldly. “And I’m busy tonight.” “Busy doing what?” Hazel asked annoyed. He really wanted to take Harry out a bit. “Dinner at Holly’s.” Holly Alto was their mother’s friend, she was also Donovan’s mum. “Donovan’s mum asked YOU to dinner? Not us?” “Yup.” Harry replied. Noticing the outraged look on Hazel’s face he tried to explain. “She wants to check up on me, mum’s anniversary is coming up and all that…” Hazel sighed. “Well that affects me too and beside I’m her future son in law doesn’t she care about that?” “Dunno. Maybe she doesn’t support gay marriage.” Harry shrugged but Hazel was sad. He really wanted Don’s family to accept him but he couldn’t explain that to Harry so he just ate the rest of the meal in silence. “Any talk of dates?” Harry asked a while later. “Well I want a big wedding.” Hazel said delighted he could talk to someone about this, he told his mum all the details in his head but his mum was gone. She would not come to his wedding, nor help him plan it. “And Donnie he wants to pay half, I don’t mind of course, I could use the cash. So we are waiting to get enough. He left his job at the spa, it was apparently not to challenging, he runs a daycare now.” Harry just nodded, lost in thought Hazel knew, that was Harry, he could get lost like that any minute.
The party sucked. He played his part and went to mingle and he ended up trying to entertain Minissa’s son teenage son Jerome, but the boy apparently had no sense of humor and all of his jokes run flat, and he did have some good ones from the last party he attended.
The next day was a Monday, and Hazel had to go to work. Being a janitor at the theater was much harder then he thought it would be but it did give him access to some big names in the music industry, firstly Phaena Santoro his intended target, but also Dina’s sister Nina who was a mayor music composer but there was also Stiles McGraw who had recently started saying hello to Hazel as he passed him by. It was not glamorous but it was a start, Hazel was sure that before long one of them would take notice of him long enough for him to show his mad guitar skills. If nothing he had learnt more about these three then he wished to know, for one he heard Phaena would never notice you if you didn’t out party her, or out drink her and both were leaning on impossible according to rumors around town, Nina would notice you if you were young, handsome and willing to sleep with her (too bad I was gay and engaged Hazel thought because Nina wasn’t bad looking) and Stiles… Maybe if you brought him coffee and his music journals (payed with your own money of course). The biggest break in Hazel’s career for now however where the gigs Dina got him. Still Hazel didn’t want to give up and he was glad the same thing could be said for Harry.
When he got back home he found him painting in the yard, still in his pajamas even though it was dark for a long time now. He could tell he had been at it the whole day because they, along with his face and hands were all smeared with paint. “Hi bro!” he said loudly causing Harry to turn around startled. “It’s you.” He said annoyed. “Where have you been?” He asked demanding. “Work. At least one of us has to make an honest living…” Harry just frowned at him. “I would do the same if it wasn’t for certain smart asses annoying me.” Hazel smiled.”Look Harry, I brought something for you… Maybe you’ll like it.” He said shrugging his shoulders while he handed his brother the box he kept behind his back. “Oh.” Harry was a bit startled. It was weird to see him without a smirk on his face, and a inappropriate, smart ass comment. “I had no idea… Sorry Haze…” “Don’t sweat! Just open it!” Hazel said his mouth breaking in a smile.
Harry loved the stereo he got him, Hazel only hoped his brother wouldn’t ask where exactly did he get it. He didn’t. He went to make them dinner, hot dogs, mum’s recipe again although she would flip if she knew they were making them an hour past midnight. While Harry cooked Hazel was scrolling band pages of all the local bands he knew hoping against hope one of them needed a skilled guitarist…
/* I’m not sure you’re gonna like this one, I’m not sure I like it myself but I needed to do the impact of Ebony’s death on the boys. And Hazel doesn’t have such an interesting life :P. Tomorrow is however a new update, and it’s Harry again which guarantees more action! */