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ellena-asg · 2 years

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,Catherine at her best? Season 5, episode 25. Geez... That girl is unbelievable! That girl pisses me off in almost every episode but here, in A Makekaua (aka Until we die - yeah, until we, watchers, die because of her presence), o gosh, that episode is a one big Catherine Rollins and her audacity COMBO. Let's start with her being in Hawaii again. I mean, she comes back and behaves like "oh, yes, I'm here again, oh wow, nice to see you guys". She behaves like "nothing happened". She left that Ohana, she left Steve (and hurt him), she loves other people (strangers) more than Steve and Hawaii, she's a liar and so on. Steve was pissed off. Danny was pissed off. We can guess that all Ohana was pissed off because of that girl and her deeds. But oh, in 5x25 she comes back. She pops up and dares to pretend that all is fine. That she is good. Oh, and that jerky smile on her face ugh 🤮 She behaves like someone who just came back from a shop/holiday or something like that. Like someone who is more than welcome. She's so happy and relaxed that I just can't (facepalm).

What's next? Our poor Steve stops swimming, comes back to the garden and... This devil is there. What's worse: this devil says... YEAH. "Hey, sailor". Omg, why. Why, why, why. Why she always says it. I hate it. (Heeeeey sailooooor. Ugh. And that Extra Sweet voice, idk she thinks that it's sexy or what). Oh, and earlier she took Steve's towel, oh hahaha very funny, very cute, like two lovebirds in love, right, Catherine? (facepalm again). And in general she does things that she shouldn't do in her situation. But she does. Because she's shameless. Goofy "sweet" smile for Steve? Geez. Goofy "heart" eyes for Steve? Geez. Silly "oh I should have called" words for Steve? Geez.

And he hugs her (Steve, WHY). And then she has that demonic smile on her face. Like "mwahahahah you'll be mine soon he he he". And again: "sweet" eyes, "sweet" smile. And "Breakfast? Together? Yeah sure! Oh I dream about it!". She's so fucking casual... (facepalm, facepalm, facepalm). Then Steve's phone rings (thanks goodness!). But no, it's not the end, it's just the beginning of that nightmare!

Soon there is a case. And... Cath is there too. She has to be everywhere. At Steve's house (girl, just go find some hotel or something, just... behave). And of course close to Steve's team. She behaves like "everybody needs me". And "If I helps the team, Steve will be grateful and it will be like +100 points to get him/make him fool again"). She is so prepared that she even plays with Danny. When she hears his "Nice to hear your voice, Catherine" (poor Danny) she pretends to be joyful with her "You too, Danny" (Steve is listening, she knows it, she's like "If I'm nice to that jealous gremlin, Steve will be glad and I'll get another points, + 1000 this time cause Steve loves that gremlin").

Then she ruins Danny's good day. He's afraid that she will hurt Steve again (oh of course she will). He's pissed off and jealous, yes. And Steve... Oh, Steve is too kind for Cath. Definitely too kind. Steve, WHY. Danny says "Look, I-I like Catherine very much, okay?". I feel you, Danny. Yeah. I-I like her too. When she's FAR FAR AWAAAAY. In Afghanistan f.e.

And then... She comes to Steve and Danny. And now we've got Cath's demonic smile x2, Cath's "sweet" eyes x2 and that fucking blue dress. And we've got Cath "Oh you guys say I'm beautiful aww thaaanks" (let me guess what she thinks: "Steve said I'm beautiful, that jealous gremlin heard that, I'll win!"). Seriously, Steve, DON'T. Danny leaves. And Steve is again alone with that devil. She's just... Who the hell told her that it's still ok to even touch Steve? To behave like still his "girlfriend"? Ok. Steve asks "So, after the wedding... (Kono&Adam's) how long you planning on staying?". Geez, boy. You better ask her "So you are leaving next day after the wedding, right? RIGHT?". Oh, Steven, Steven 🙄 But the worse comes next. Cath answers "How long do you want me to stay?". Yeah. With that "sweet" "sexy" voice. And she's still Catherine The Innocent. Catherine I Did Nothing Wrong To Steve Rollins. Thanks goodness - Steve's phone rings again ❤️ BUT wait. Cath says to Steve "Saved by the bell". SAVED BY THE BELL. Seriously, Cath?! I will ask in Danny's way: What's the matter with you, ha? That girl is fucking rude. She behaves like she's pissed off and she dares to talk like that to Steve, after all what she has done to him! She dares to be ironic and resentful. In her situation. Wtf.

There's team's case again. And Cath is around them (and Steve) again. WHY. And she behaves like she's part of their Ohana. Like Kono's bestie. Like Oh Steve's Sweetheart So Much. She waits for him. She waits for that helicopter. Well, his boyfriend is with him, they wanna die together or live together. But she waits. SHE WAITS *dramatic music in the background*.

She is so fucking sure that she's all the best for Steve. Well...

She hugs Steve again. That jealous gremlin is hugged too - Steve is looking, you know. But her eyes are saying "One day I'll get rid of you, gremlin".

And soon the worst comes. We see the wedding and this:

Gods of all religions, help me! That girl is more and more rude. What's in her mind? I hate that scene so much. I hate watching Steve being so ok with her next to him. With her behaving like his partner, romantic partner. Behaving like it's all fine. I hate watching her cheerful gestures. She really thinks she is always right and good. She really treats Steve like her posession. Like a boy who will always wait and will always forgive (forgive? no! she's innocent! ;)). She really thinks that she can leave him and he has to wait for her each time. She thinks that without her Steve has no life. Girl, stop.

Geez. The way she is holding Steve's arm. She stuck to him like a glue 🤮 Like algae eater to a glass (poor glass Steve).

All in a one episode. One episode! Damn. In that one episode she pisses me off more than in the whole previous seasons.

The next episodes (hello, season 6) are like Part 2 of that hell. Party after the wedding? She's still around Steve. She dances with him. He goes to dance with Danny. And then she smiles like "One day I'll kill you, gremlin". She hears about Gabriel's case oh and of course she has to know everything about it. Steve kisses her 🤮🤮🤮 And she behaves like a fucking winner. Like "finally, I waited for this too long you bad, bad, bad boy! Don't be angry with me anymore!". And sex. Geez, Steve, WHY. And that damn "I'll be her husband". Steve, I know, I know, alcohol everywhere + that magic of the wedding (yeah, Kono & Adam's wedding was truly great and so on, yeah), I get it but please, if you wanna a fairytale and fun and good time and feelings just watch some movie or, the best what you can do: forget about the ring and just go ask Danny. Go marry him.

Seriously, thanks goodness that that horror finally ends with Catherine leaving again.

#Hawaii Five-O #h50 #McDanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #catherine rollins #h50 meta #h50 episode #5x25 #rant

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carrieellen · 5 years

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NYCMidnight Short Story Challenge 2019

First Round: Write and submit a short story of 2,500 words or less in seven days using the following, randomly assigned genre, subject and character.

Genre: Historical fiction

Subject: Pregnancy

Character: An intoxicated person

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

“They’re playing my song!”

The phone cord stretches across the bed as my most fave song ever blasts from the clock-radio on my night stand. I jump on my twin mattress and sing along like I’m performing at the MTV Music Video Awards.

“I come home in the morning light; My mother says when you gonna live your life right?”

“Chill out, April! They play that song like all the time.”

That's my friend, Gracie, on the phone that I’m trying to balance between my shoulder and my ear. Gracie’s been my best friend since Kindergarten, or at least since Christina Jefferson moved away in fourth grade, but her taste in music sucks.

“Not even!” My feet land on my bedroom floor and the impact echoes through the old house. “I've been waiting all day to hear it.”

“Maybe you’ll get the tape for your birthday in April.”

Yeah, my name is April because I was born in April. I know that's lame, but it could have been worse. If I'd been born one day earlier, my birthday would be April Fools Day. I can't imagine anything more tragic than that. Gracie's birthday is in September, which makes her the oldest in our class. She's lucky that way. Plus, she was named after Grace Kelly, who was this gorgeous actress and princess. And Gracie’s hair can really hold a perm. So, yeah, she’s lucky. I wish I was named after Princess Diana. I even wanted to cut my hair like Princess Di but my mom said mine was too thin and I'd look like a boy. At least I finally have boobs.

“Too bad you wasted your money going to Return of the Jedi with Kenneth or you could have bought the tape yourself,” Gracie tells me. “I mean, seriously, who sees the same movie three times?”

“Who sees The Police in concert twice in one summer, Gracie?” I probably sound bitchy, but I'm really just wondering how my hair would look dyed pink.

“That’s totally different, April. Sting is so damn sexy!”

“Gross, Gracie! He's like over thirty.”

“Speaking of sexy, I know someone who might lose her V-card on V-Day.” Her voice has risen to a taunting pitch because she loves dangling information and making me wait for it.

“You mean Valentine's Day? It's like two weeks away, Gracie.”

“Well, I heard Kenneth say that he’s working on a sweet surprise for his sweetheart, if you catch my drift.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“Don't be dense, April! Kenneth wants you guys to go all-the-way and he’s planning it for Valentine's Day.”

“Kenneth and I aren't ready for that, Gracie!” I totally didn’t see that coming.

“Why not? You guys have been going out since like 7th grade and we’re all in High School now. Besides, Kenneth’s not the little nerd who used to lose at Pac Man and watch Thunder Cats with you. He’s got a rockin’ bod since he’s been on the swim team and a lot of girls want it if you don’t.”

“I never said I didn't want it,” I quickly correct her. “And I know how good he looks getting out of the pool.”

“Then why aren’t you psyched about Valentine’s Day? You're the one always saying you want to have fun. Don't you want to do it with Kenneth?”

Gracie's got a point. Kenneth is special. I'd never tell her this, but we still watch Thunder Cats together and we did do a lot of making-out the third time we went to Return of the Jedi. Sometimes it feels like he is my best friend instead of Gracie. Other times, though, I get all hot-and-bothered just sitting next to him. Like, my stomach clenches and breaks apart at the same time and I can't stop looking at him. It's true he has a hot bod now, but it's his light blue eyes that really get to me. I've always liked staring at them, even when he was shorter than me. Plus, he's got these full eyelashes that are so blonde you have to get close to his face to notice them...

“Hello! Earth to April!”

“Sorry, Gracie. What were you saying?”

“You were just fantasizing about going all the way with Kenneth.” She's squealing now. “Weren't you?”

“As if!”

“You totally were! Admit it!”

I'm trying to think of a good come-back when I hear a loud crash from downstairs. It sounds like breaking glass just below my room.

“I gotta go, Gracie. I think something's going on downstairs.”

“You said your folks were at a Reagan rally.”

“Yeah, but Brian got home a while ago.”

“Why didn't you tell me your gorgeous brother was there so I could come over?”

“Maybe because he's a senior with a girlfriend.”

“I can still look...”

I hang up before she tells me again how my brother is so cute. I already hear enough about how awesome he is. Brian’s been leading the basketball team to glory since he was just a sophomore and, apparently, he’s a real stud. He's smart too! He's probably going to play for UCLA in the fall. At least, that's the dream, but he won't hear about the scholarship for another month.

Just as I reach the stairs, I hear the singing start.

“Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her awaaaay...” Brian's voice is in-the-rafters high as he screeches the words.

“Are you making fun of my song, butthead!?”

I bolt down the stairs and find him sitting on the living room floor with broken glass scattered around him. He's trying to lift a bottle to his lips while knocking the back of his head against the wall, repeatedly. He eventually gives up and starts singing again.

“Girls just wanna have fun. Giiirrrlllls!”

“Brian!” I find my voice as I gape at my intoxicated brother.

He stops singing and manages to put the bottle to his mouth, taking two gulps. He sputters and coughs a little, but then looks at me with a goofy grin. “Hey, April!” His eyes are red, and he keeps blinking them. “I was just singing your song!”

I read the bottle's label and gasp. “You're drinking dad's bourbon? Are you crazy?!”

“No. I'm not crazy,” he tells me, totally serious. “I drank all the beer first.”

The whole room reeks of alcohol. Did he spill as much as he swallowed?

“You drank all of the beer, Brian? Like, all six cans in the fridge?” I step on a shard of glass and realize he’s smashed one of the clear panels in the breakfront cabinet where Dad keeps the hard liquor. “Holy smokes, Mom and Dad are gonna kill you!” I shriek. “Like, seriously kill you dead, Brian! Your life is totally over!”

The grin melts from his face like it was formed out of wax. “My life is already over, sis.” He pulls his knees to his chest and starts to cry.

Five years ago, my Aunt Jill died in a car accident. She was my mom's baby sister and she used to take us to the beach when we were little. Brian was thirteen but he still cried at her funeral. I haven't seen him cry since. But now he's crying drunken sobs into his faded jeans and I wonder what could be as bad as Aunt Jill dying.

“What do you mean your life is over? You shouldn't say things like that.” I tell him as if not saying it keeps it from being true. “That's the bourbon talking. And the six beers. You're gonna have one gnarly headache in a couple hours.”

Brian just finishes the bourbon in one long swig and rolls the empty bottle across the floor. The phone rings in the kitchen which makes him laugh abruptly and start to sing again. “The phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells...”

“Stop it!” I step closer and glass crunches under my Nikes. “You'd better clean up this mess and start figuring out what to say to Mom and Dad, or you're gonna be grounded for infinity.”

“What to say to Mom and Dad? OK, how does this sound?” Brian slurs his words but at least tries to make eye contact with me. “Mom. Dad. You two are going to be grandparents because I got Julia knocked-up. Oh, and we need more beer.”

I stand there in silence.

Brian tries to pull himself up and his palm pushes into the glass. I can see red on the broken pieces dusting the floor and I know he's cut himself.

“Yeah, I'm in deep shit.” He wavers on his feet but remains standing. “No UCLA now. Life over before it starts.”

“Huh?” I can’t believe that’s all I say.

“She's pregnant, April.” The blood trickles through the lines across his hand. “And when you get your girlfriend pregnant in High School it fucks up your plans. Unless you plan to be the only Mr. and Mrs. in the 1984 graduating class.”

“You're going to get married?!” It's weird that I react to this first.

“Don’t you get it? We’re going to have a kid!” He leans against the wall like the room is spinning.

“Why can't it be someone else's kid? Can't you give it to someone else to raise? Like some adults who are already married?”

“Julia doesn't want to put the baby up for adoption because apparently she can't go through life knowing our child is out there without us.”

“So, she just expects you to marry her?”

“Probably.” Brian starts to walk towards the kitchen but loses his balance and ends up on the couch. “I mean, she just told me this morning. It's not like we’ve shopped for rings.”

The phone rings from the kitchen again and I walk towards the noise out of habit. “Hello?” I answer automatically.

“Is Brian there?” I recognize the soft, polite voice.

“Yeah, he's here, Julia. Hang on.” I put the receiver down on the countertop and return to the living room to find Brian already shaking his head no. “Sorry, he's busy,” I say when I pick up the phone again.

“Please, April. I just need to tell him something.”

“I’ll ask him to call you later. OK?”

“Forget it,” her voice quivers like she’s trying not to cry. “Maybe it's better if he doesn't.”

I've always liked Julia. She's nice, even though she's pretty and popular. She could have easily been a cheerleader, but she has a beautiful voice and likes theater instead. I used to wonder if she'd end up a movie star if she followed Brian to UCLA. Guess that won't be happening now.

“She sounds sad.” I say when I'm back in front of the couch.

Brian's eyes are closed. “Why? She's getting what she wants.”

I want to tell him that’s harsh but decide not to. I mean, I'm not thrilled with Julia's resistance to adoption either since it will ruin my brother's life too. But I doubt she wants this.

“Why did this happen, Brian? Everyone else has sex just for fun and it’s not happening to them.”

“Sex is about more than just fun, April.” He sounds as sad as Julia.

I flop down beside him. “Did you always love her when you guys had sex?” I ask but, when he doesn't respond, I decide I don't want to know. “So, you’re really doing the whole ring, proposal, wedding thing? Live together and all that?”

“What else should I do, sis? Leave Julia here? Go play basketball in California and occasionally send her some money?”

No, I can’t see him doing that. And I can’t think of anything else to suggest.

“So, Julia sounded really sad?” Brian asks into silence.

“Yeah. She sounded broken.”

He looks up at me and his eyes seem clearer. “I never want her broken. I love her.”

“I’m glad. At least it's not like you have to marry a stranger or some girl you don't even like.”

“I do want to marry Julia,” he explains and I'm not sure if it's to me or himself. “I guess we have to do it a lot sooner now, but I'd want to marry her someday anyway.”

I hear a spark of hope in his voice and I’m so relieved that I smile. “It'll work out, Brian.” I bump his shoulder with mine. “And I'm gonna be one bitchin aunt to your kid!”

Miraculously, Brian smiles too.

“It's will be an awesome kid!” he declares. “I've been such a dick. I gotta call Julia.”

He moves from the couch to the kitchen, seeming to have sobered up a lot. I follow behind to eavesdrop.

“Hello, Mrs.... Yeah, this is Brian.” He's pacing anxiously as he presses the receiver to his ear. “I know. But I need to talk to her.” He opens his mouth a few times like he wants to say more. Then the pacing stops and he's not moving at all. He's just standing still with his mouth open. Then he hangs up.

“You didn’t talk to Julia?” I ask.

“No. Just her mom.” He won't look at me. “Her mom said Julia went to the clinic early this afternoon. She had an abortion.”

Nothing in my fifteen years has taught me what to say right now.

Is it weird that I feel upset? Should I be relieved? Disappointed?

Brian walks away before I find any empty words to offer. I watch his back as he exits the kitchen and listen to the front door slam. I pray he doesn't have his keys.

I'm not sure how long I stand there without a clue of what to do next, but the sun is almost down when the phone rings again. I guess I answer it because I'm suddenly hearing Kenneth's happy voice in my ear.

“Hey, are you listening, April?” he asked excitedly. “I said I've got a surprise so please tell me you can go out on Valentine's Day.”

I feel guilty that Kenneth's words are making me sick right now. “I don't know,” I tell him with a knot in my stomach instead of butterflies. “Do we have to?”

“Are you OK, April?” he asks sweetly. “It's a good surprise.”

“You'd better just tell me, then.”

“OK, sure! I got us passes to a Star Wars marathon that night! My folks said they would drive us and pick us up, but we can stay for all three movies. So, do you want to go?”

I really don't know why I start to cry, but I work hard to keep it quiet because I don't think Kenneth will realize that these aren't bad tears.

“I'd love to go!” I gush to him.

“Awesome! I heard that people even dress in costumes and I thought we could be like Han and Leia for Valentine's Day. Doesn't that sound like fun?”

“Yeah, that sounds exactly like fun.”

THE END

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