A Night With The Queen

Part XVII

"We need to talk, Lisa."

Keith said seriously, looking at his sullen sister currently just staring into her coffee cup. The younger woman, having heard her brother, looked at him and frowned forlornly.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, resignation in her voice.

"I want to talk about you. Specifically, I want to talk about your feelings," Keith said, leaning back on his chair and giving his sister yet another measuring gaze. "Tell me, Lisa. What was that all about?"

Lisa started drumming her fingers on the table, creating a soft yet annoying rapping noise. She took calming breaths to ease up on her nervousness. "What was what all about?" She asked dumbly, making Keith sigh in frustration.

"Lisa, you know I love you. And you're like the best sister ever. I want you to know that I will support you no matter what and that I will always look after you," Keith leaned over and had a solemn expression on his handsome face as he put a hand gently on LIsa's shoulder. "-but sister, I need you to tell me what the hell was that last night? Clearly, what I saw between you and Jaimee meant something."

"Keith, I appreciate it, but it was nothing. It was just Jaimee," Lisa explained slowly and insistently, as if she was convincing not only Keith, but also herself. She couldn't look at her brother in the eye, knowing that if she did, she will betray herself.

"I don't appreciate bullshit, Lisa. Please don't do this. Don't lie," Kieth pleaded with worry in his eyes.

Lisa shook her head. "Keith, don't," she put a hand on Keith's shoulder and lightly pushed him back. "Don't make me say it."

"I can't let you do this, Lisa! I can't let you marry Jillian when I know you're still clearly in love with Jaimee!"

Lisa was taken back by the fierceness and the honesty in her brother's words. She took a metaphorical step back and tried to take in the frustrated Kieth.

"Lisa, you're the smartest person I know. Your world revolves around logic and science and physical quantities. You analyze everything like it's some sort of cell you're culturing. But baby sister, love is not supposed to be thought over," Keith dramatically explained. "Love is supposed to be felt."

"That is bullshit. Love is nothing but a series of chemical reactions that occur in our brain," Lisa argued, hating the fact that she just had to explain love in scientific form.

"Tell me, when someone you love touches your hand, what feels warm? Is it your brain, or your heart?" Keith asked the guarded young woman before he added: "And I'm not talking about the actual rise in temperature here, Dr. I am talking all the warm fuzzy feeling you feel. I get it. It's the rush of endorphin and serotonin but my point still remains valid. You feel it in your heart."

"Keith, please..." Lisa almost begged.

"No," Keith insisted. "You need to get this inside that stubborn brain of yours. You know you have a choice. You're just too afraid to acknowledge it."

"No, I don't. I don't have a choice."

"You do. Everyone has a choice, Lisa. And It's kind of my job to make sure that you don't regret whatever it is that you choose. Please, think about it well. Jillian and Jaimee love you. They both respect you and know that you are an outstanding young woman. Both of them deserve a chance to be considered as a possibility."

"Jillian is perfect for me..." Lisa breathlessly muttered, tears threatening to fall. "I love her."

Keith reached across the table and held Lisa's hand in assurance. "I know that. Jillian knows that. Everyone knows that. Hell, you're set to get married in a month!"