"Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could possibly borrow some eggs?" An awkward looking polite guy asked me.
I eyed him suspiciously- I saw him and another preppy looking guy on the drive to these, expensive rental summer houses. They were with friends of my dad's, the Loreans, but no one knew who they were exactly.
"Why do you need the eggs, if I may ask?" I questioned. I had a bad feeling about him- he was a little too polite.
He smiled at me, which I shivered at- I don't need another dude giving me a creeper smile. "Oh, right, sorry. I was sent here by Mrs. Lorean- she said that she needed them for something."
I squint at him. Sure she did. "Alright, "I say, not wanting to be too rude to the guy. As long as he was here for a damn good reason- I was in the middle of emailing my girlfriend back home. I let the guy in and head to the kitchen, keeping an ear out for him moving. He followed me slowly and quietly, his footsteps barely noticeable.
There wasn't much eggs in the carton so I asked him how many. He said only four.
"Wow, you lucked out. There's exactly four in here."
"Great." He smiled at me again. Eww.
I gave him the eggs and showed him back to the door, though he didn't leave immediately.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Peter."
The guy reached out to shake my hand and, since I really jut wanted to get back to doing what I was previously occupied with, I shook it. "Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Ethan."
As Peter shook my hand back, he dropped the egg carton on the floor, allowing several to crack and spill their contents all over the carpet.
"Aw, shit!" I exclaimed. Mom'll freak when she sees a yoke stain on the carpet!
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Peter said apologetically. "Would you like some help?"
I sighed. "No, I'll just do it by myself. But we don't have any more eggs." There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I shouted, a little rude, but I couldn't just get up and leave the eggs and some stranger in the middle of the house.
"Paul," Peter stated happily. Must be a friend.
The Paul person let himself in- it was the other guy I saw with the Loreans earlier.
"Hello," he says to me.
"Hi," I say not-too-enthusiastically. "Oh, yeah, y'know, it's cool, just let yourself in and all," I mumbled to myself as he casually looked around at all our things. I hope they aren't thieves.
Paul walks up to me as I put the broken shells back in the carton and stand up. He puts a hand out to shake. What's with these guys-who shakes hands any more?
"Hi, I'm Paul."
I nod and say, "Ethan," back to him, then shake after rubbing the slimy fluid on my jeans.
He looked down, noticing the shattered eggs. "Are those the eggs?"
"Uh, yeah. I mean, they're broken now, so I guess you don't want them any more…"
"Are there more?"
"No. That was it, sorry. Peter dropped them by accident."
He looked accusingly at Peter. "Ugh. I knew I should have come over myself, now look what you did, Tom. Mrs. Lorean will never get her eggs now."
"I'm sorry. They just slipped," the other answered quietly.
I looked confused at them. "Wait…did you just call him Tom? I thought his name was Peter?"
"That's what I called him," Paul lied smoothly.
"No, you didn't. You said Tom."
He chuckled lightly. "You don't believe me?"
"Hell no."
"Well, that's not very nice to say. We just met and you already think I'm a liar. That's not very nice, now, is it, Peter?"
"Not very nice, "Peter repeated softly, smiling again.
"Look, I don't care if I'm not being nice or whatever, but I know what you said, alright?" He looked extremely amused. What is their deal? "Look, man, if you're gonna' be a weirdo, go do it some where else- waste someone else's time, okay?" I quickly threw the eggs in the trash can and opened the door for them, gesturing with my hand for them to leave. "Come on now. I don't have time for your crap."
For a moment, Peter (or Tom, whoever the hell he was) and Paul looked at each other. Neither moved. That pissed me off.
I stride over to Peter, who was watching me like an injured pup. I try to take him to the door as an example for Paul.
As I was amidst tugging the man to the door, my parents came down with my little sister, Jamie, trotting down after them.
"Ethan, honey, what are you doing? Who are they?" My mother asked, pushing Jamie back.
"No one, Mom. They were just leaving."
Peter was trying to hold his ground, and since he was bigger than me, I couldn't move him very far.
Paul, on the other hand, went to greet my family like they were to be good friends. "Hello, I'm Paul. You must be Mr. Curtis."
My dad nodded, being a man of few words. "Do you boys need something?"
I glare at my father. "Dad!" He simply raised a hand to em and I stopped pulling at Peter's arm. I can't go against him.
"I just came for some eggs," Peter stated quietly. "Your son gave me some, but I broke them."
"Since when did it take two people to run an errand?" My dad asks.
"I just came here to find my friend Tom over there," Paul pointed to Peter.
"Oh my God," I groan loudly. "Will you stop it?"
Paul looked innocently at me. "Stop what?"
"Dad!"
"Ethan, calm down. What has you so riled up?"
I run my hand over my face. "This guy," I point at Peter, "his name isn't Tom- he told me it was Peter! But this guy," I pointed at Paul, "keeps calling him Tom!"
Paul and my dad exchange looks. "He's been Tom since I can remember, sir," he says earnestly. This dude's really rubbing me the wrong way!
My dad is now confused- I can see it in his face. He knows I don't lie to him, but he doesn't know who's right.
My mom decides to step in now. "Um, I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding boys, but maybe you should go."
"What misunderstanding, ma'am? I only came here for eggs," Peter pleaded.
Mom looked as though she sympathized with him. Jamie tried to wriggle past her to see what was going on.
I took action again, this time being even more forceful. "Well, too damn bad; you broke them, remember? Now get out or I'm calling the cops!" I threaten, pulling out my cell phone from my pocket.
Next thing I know, I'm tackled to the ground and my arm is twisted up in an awkward angle, making me drop the phone. I screamed out.
