Being the only girl -- and the youngest, too -- in the Huckaby family meant that Yvonne got away with
a lot. Not as much as she would have liked, but it was still reasonably pleasant for the first thirteen years of her life. It wasn't like there was a huge epiphany at age thirteen, or some life-changing event that made her change her perception about things, but rather an accumulation of her thinking
and over-thinking. She knew she was expected to be a good girl who made good grades, expected to get into the best colleges in the world, expected to be a perfect daughter to her parents. So on and forth, and sadly enough, the thirteen year-old girl felt like she was trapped in this situation for as long as they were her parents. Which, was, well. Forever, wasn't it?
Yvonne Anna Huckaby wasn't a girly girl, as much as her father hated that fact. Calling her a tom boy would be labeling her, which was something she absolutely hated, but in essence, perhaps Thomas Huckaby would chalk her up on a list of disappointments, not unlike her second-oldest brother,
Will. And it was that fact that had led the two of them to be much closer than her other brothers, the over-achieving dreams that the perfect Huckaby sons are. And even then, Yvonne didn't even have the drive that Will possesses over his music. Instead, she just sort of fitted in. Flitted in from crowd to crowd, dabbling with everything, being neither uber-popular nor unpopular. There weren't any obvious grand gesture of romance on her end, and that can be chalked up to her practical and cynical nature, but it'd be worth noting that despite all of that, she is still (and will never admit to being) a girly-girl inside and liking her romantic notions. It wasn't like she dreamt of having some epic love story and a prince charming to sweep off her feet; in fact, she quite actively rejected the idea everytime she thought about it, and rolled her eyes at herself.
Before the end of high school, somehow everything clicked; she loved planes and cars and engines much to her father and mother's chagrin, but it was something she loved. Figuring out how things work! That was exciting to her. Not to anybody's surprise, her father was displeased with her decision, but it was
her life, she decided, and not even he could put a dampener on it. She was going to be a mechanical engineer whether or not anyone opposed, and if there was one thing that anyone should know about her, it was that she was stubborn like a bull, and nothing anyone says could change her mind if she had her mind fixed on it. She worked hard, figuring out numbers and figures like it was second nature to her. Luck be a lady when she bumped into her arch nemesis, as she liked to call him, in one of her intro classes at college.
Lachlan had always been on her bad side during high school, what with their often-conflicting mindsets and ever-gelling schedules. Sometimes Yvonne would even oppose him just for the sake of an argument, because out of everyone, he could really hold a debate, and that made her brain cells race. And hormones, apparently, when during a party freshmen year, with the help of a little alcohol, she [likes to say that she] lost their sense of judgment when she saw him puking his lungs out after he had shot after shot, and then, somehow one thing led to another, and they were
together.
Ups and downs, and arguments after arguments (albeit nothing too big) hadn't hindered their budding romance, until one day they lost both their cools and a small thing exploded into a huge fight. Yvonne was at first too stubborn to think about her own fault, but when she finally simmered down, she decided to be proactive by not being as unreasonable as she had been in the past. Take one step back and repair what they had, and see how it goes. The thing about him was that he always wanted to control her, and that was one thing that she loathed. But, barring that, Yvonne wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, and will go out all lengths to make things work out the way she wanted it. And if that meant putting down her pride and making things right for them, then maybe she could pretend. But what it comes down to was control. Maybe that is why she likes working: She is in control of what was going to happen, unlike everything else in her life; and at work, the bolts and nuts fitting perfectly as part of her master plan the way she wanted them to. But maybe now, by losing a little control, it could mean her life could fit into something, just like the bolts and nuts at work.
