EXPECTATIONS, depicts the struggle between what we desire for ourselves and our familial obligations. This is personified by Chris and Matt Taylor, identical twins, who are trying to win their overbearing father’s approval and acquire their trust funds. Their best friend and roommate, Aiden O’Boyle, left his family behind in Ireland to pursue a career in dance.
Matt: I’m so close to Carley. It’s incredible. I’m on a god awful long flight to San Diego. With her next to me. Watching the way her hair falls into her face, I desperately wanted to brush it out of her eyes, but I didn’t.
You know why?
It doesn’t matter what I wanted. I was going to a place where I’d be reminded of that constantly for three days.
So, I did what any sane person would do. I turned away from her, struggled not to smell her fruity shampoo that filled the air in the closed cabin. I fought to keep racing my heart racing a secret as her arm brushed mine. The excitement was stupid and irrational anyway.
I knew that. Of course I did. Didn’t stop the aching in my chest that, unfortunately, wasn’t helped by the gin and tonics I kept downing.
When she placed her hand on my leg, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Shit. What’s wrong with me?
“Do you think your father will meet us at the airport?” She asked quietly.
I smirked before answering without really meaning to. “Not likely. When Chris and I would come home for the holidays from boarding school, he’d just send a car.” I at once loved and hated her for the sympathy I saw in her eyes.
No. That’s not true. Even you don’t actually believe that I could hate her even for a second. God, putting this distance between us would kill me. I’m sure of it.
“But it’s been so long since he’s seen you. I’d think he’d want to do so as soon as possible.” She said retracting her hand from my leg.
I shook my head as much at her words as her actions. No, that just wasn’t the way Robert Taylor worked. He’d move heaven and hell to add another dollar to his billions, but to bond with his sons?
Bond and my father don’t mix. As the plane descended to my personal hell, I handed over the last of my drinks and realized the last of what had any chance of keeping me from turning into ash was gone.
And I continued to push Carley away. Looking at her, I realized she wasn’t going to go easily.