Museum

The Reigns were entitled to walk the Smiths to their cars. Jasmine stood away from them, but the words and noises kept coming at her. She hated the noise! But, since it was she who had invited the Smiths to dinner, it would be a bit inappropriate to impose them on others. So, she tried as much as she could to stop from frowning. Plus, she was left with no one to talk to; Waylen had gone to get the car. The next option was Ciara, only that they did not get along. And her Brothers were too busy catching up. Not that she minded, she was anti-social anyway.

With the light from the moon, she found vanity in staring at her fingernails, turning them over and over. High time she changed, two weeks was enough for them. Old Smith said something, pointing at the statue on a fountain that Jasmine did not get, but that one intrigued her for some reason. She paid more attention. Dylan seemed interested, too.

"Dad told me it once. If I say I got a word, crucify me." Old Smith glared at him without much thought. Jasmine only felt tickled in the stomach, it never reached her face.

"It's quite relatable," Hazel grinned, eying Old Smith with apology when he stared at her. "But, Jasmine said we'll be visiting the God's Museum, you'll get the whole story better there, I think."

Now, Jasmine was suddenly regretting mentioning it. Pretty soon, the Smiths would be invited. And on another day, this whole brawl of words would start again.

"You're interested in this stuff, Jasmine?" Moira asked. Jasmine shook her head.

"Mom forced me, you can guess."

Moira threw back her head in realization. "We have similar Parents."

A soft chuckle came from behind. "I bet we do. You won't deny very similar siblings, too, right?"

Jasmine just continued walking ahead, in pretense that she had not heard a word. If Kimberly wanted to play match-maker, sure, but she would not be part of it.

"And that is her pretending she didn't hear us, right?" Moira asked Kimberly and they laughed, conspiratorially.

"You know, right?"

"Why would I not? Can't you see Dylan doing the same thing?" The both of them chuckled again.

"Definitely similar families!"

Dylan threw a look over his shoulders, while Jasmine muttered under her breath,

"Two weird a bevy."

It left Dylan smirking, how she had put it. Captivating.

"Very relatable." He said. "Who knows the inside life of a Celeb would be like this?"

"A lot of others?"

"Must you have an answer to everything?" She just bit her inner lip and shook her head at some wonder. Did he not know that, he, too, seemed to have an answer for a lot of things?

"Seriously. They're just at the tip of my fingers." She rubbed her index and thumb in a way he knew very well. The famous money sign.

He snorted at her. "Mercenary, huh?"

"What do you think?"

He gave her a shrug, meaning he had no idea. Waylen pulled over, right in front of Jasmine. She paused and gave him a hard stare. The Smiths other drivers lined up like convoys.

"When did you say you guys will visit the God's Museum?" Old Smith asked Hazel, climbing into his car without closing the door.

"I am not very sure." She said, looking at Jasmine. "Jasmine said she'll take us, so, I don't know. But, why don't you guys come with us? We can go together any day Jasmine decides."

"Oh, sweet!" Ciara said, clasping her hands in front cutely. "I've always wanted to go."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, wanting to ask her why she hasn't, but she bit her lips tight.

"I heard they have all the gods and goddesses in store." Moira said, sounding unsure.

"Yeah." Kimberly replied. "They make proper research of all the gods in ancient and modern times and try to get an image of them. It's very good business, if you ask me." A murmur of approval went through them and everybody looked at Jasmine. She looked away. Old Smith chuckled.

"We'll see you later, Child. Thanks for the dinner."

She looked back uneasily and just nodded. When Dylan got in his car, Waylen sent her a smile. She held out a hand to him.

"Later."

"Same here. I'll make out time for that shopping sometime, if you're still interested."

"Of course, Waylen. Just that, my schedule is a bit tight these days."

"Don't stress yourself out so much."

"What are you? My papa?" He gave her a snort and she scrunched up her nose. "Ewww."

He bade her Goodnight and she waved. When they left, she turned to her Mother.

"Can't you keep your mouth close?"

Hazel jabbed an elbow into her waist with a laugh. "To Old friends? No."