We're snugling up on the couch watching rebel without a cause my hand travels down his stomach "oh so happy trail" i giggle into his ear he quickly turns his head to look at me and he doesnt have to ask i know what his asking "nothing" i mouth.

I cant help but let out a strangled giggle as he start's tickling my sides "say it" he huffs as i try to squirm out of his grasp "say it out loud say it" i feel the tears threatning to spill " oka.. okay.. it..it's from ah.. ah boo ... ok... book " i struggle through my giggles as his long musclar fingers continue their torture hmm i can think of other thing's his fingers could be doing right now

"Dam son they going at it again" i mentaly curse myself as jackson stands there glaring at us with a smug grin on his face clearly finding it amusing.

i dont know why i agreed to let taylor stay here when mom kicked him out of her's after she caught him smoking pot and tattooing himself with a bunch of friends. with a sigh Rob get's up and heads to the kitchen trying to avoid confrontation and probably to get a beer.

"what up shorty" jackson ask's raising's his left eyebrow daring me to make a snide comment about his vocabulary, i give him my best bitch face "dam shorty and nigga's say you ain't got facial expressions" he says fieing scared "fuck you" i snap that jokes getting old "and what the fuck is that" i ask gesturing to the bong his clutching with his left hand "ah come on shorty, dont be like that" jackson frowns he knows what im going to say next "get the fuck out of my house" i yell fisting my hands at my side "Rob's house" he correct's me "ya know shorty there was a time we would blaze togther they were good times"

he was right we used to participate Rob and i in drug fueled parties, but rob he has a future planed for the two of us "you know i dont do that shit anymore" i huffed "who are you trying to convince shorty?" jackson said glaring at me and he knew he had me "go play with taylor" i mumble as i head toward the kitchen.

i was right Rob's leaning against the kitchen isle drinking down a bottle of heineken i cant help but ogle him he looks really good in his white tee and blue jeans it's like James Dean walked out of our TV.

"oh god yes...yes...harder..roooooobbbbbb" fucking jackson calls out from the back yard probably already high, god i hope i dont sound like that during sex.

Rob must have been lost in thought because it takes him a while to register what jackson had yelled out, he chokes, a little bit of beer escapes his mouth and run's down his jaw god that jaw 'focus kristen focus' i mentaly scould myself that book ive been reading has made my hormones climax, 'climax' my mind lingers a while on the word.

i shake my head and clear my throat trying to ignore the ace between my legs "i want him out" i almost yell rob jumps in suprise his hands grasp onto the bottle hard and then he turns to look at me "god kristen don't scare me like that" i just roll my eye's at him "i want him out" i spit in a comanding tone "ok, ok ill go ask jackson to leave" he says in a clipped voice, i know im being a bitch but im sick of being walked over "not jackson taylor, the both of them i want them out".

"what?" he ask's dumbfounded, great now his looking at me like iv'e lost my mind "you want me to kick taylor out?" what's so hard for him to understand about me wanting him to kick taylor out?, "permently?" he asks his eyebrows forrowing, i just shake my head yes.

"you cant tell me you dont want him gone too" i grin i know im right "well ah his your bother and his got no where else to go i cant just tell him to go live on the street" he looks seriously worried about taylor's welfare as the words escape his mouth in a rushed rant, he nervousley runs a hand through his hair.

"his twenty two years old rob, he has to get a job he cant live off us forever" my lips form into a hard line and i start swaying where i stand "ok so ill tell him to get a job" ok his being weird i thought he would want this too i feel my face scrunch up in confusion "ok but his leaving too"

"why?" is he serioulsy asking me this right now "What do you mean why? you know what im talking about his a pain in the ass and so are his friends i know his my brother but i cant deal wih this anymore, i thought it would be just me and you when i moved in we barley have time to ourselves anymore we havent had sex in three days" i know to most couples going without sex for three days is normal but we arent like most couple's.

work can phiscally seperate us for months were supposed to be enjoying the time we have togther before he goes to iraq to film his next movie Mission Black List i swalow my thoughts i dont want to think about it.

I could see his face expression turn oh my god he actually looks guilty "sorry" he sighed, his being ridicioulos none of this is his fault "ill ask him to move out" he said looking away from my face i dont know if its because he feels guilty or he doesnt want to kick taylor out but i think it's a bit of both "ok im going to go take bear for a walk, ill be back soon" i turned to leave "i love you" rob blurted out "i love you too" i smiled.