Micky and I sat on the couch eating Tobasco eggs. We had sunglasses on and the TV was on low. On the news they were talking about a flood somewhere in a neighboring state. Everyone else was asleep; the two of us were early risers.
Cameron, Damian, and Samuel walked in, sunglasses on. Damian sat on the couch between us. "I'm tired," Damo whined.
"Shut up," Micky told him rolling her eyes underneath her sunglasses.
"Grrr," he growled playfully, "what's got your pants in a twist?"
"Hangonver," Micky said, angrily taking a bite of her Tabasco eggs, "And it's knickers, Damian, 'what's got your knickers in a twist?'"
"Oh, well maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk," he said in a sing-song voice.
Micky bent down and hit him surprisingly hard on the back of the head. "Don't mess with me, McGinty," he said angrily. Samuel looked on with affection and Cameron and I laughed.
Lindsay walked down, groggy eyed and half-asleep. Her hair was messed and a strap of her tank top was down. She looked oddly like a small child as she rubbed her eyes with her palms.
"Coffee!" she groaned, going to the kitchen like a zombie. She came out and realized there were guys in the living room who were seeing her in all her morning glory. "Hi, guys," she said, forcing a smile.
"Hi Lindsay," they chorused, giving quick waves of their hands. Lindsay sat her coffee down and went to the bathroom to "tidy up."
"Does she look like that every morning?" Samuel asked. For her sake, Mick and I shook our heads.
"Hey," Ellis said as she and Alex walked down. She laid back down on Alex's lap.
"I wish we could go lay down on the trampoline," Mick said, wistfully looking out at the falling snow, "But it's too freaking cold."
"I can't wait to get to Hawaii," Alex said dreamily.
"I want to surf," Damian said.
"And tan," Lindsay said, coming back.
"And eat snow cones," I said. I wasn't as excited about being in the sun as the others were. For Hannah and I, the sun was our enemy.
"But we can't forget this is a competition," Lindsay said. She went into a rant for about five minutes before Bryce came in, interrupting her.
"Mick," he said, "We need to talk." Micky rolled her eyes and stood up. She had told me she expected that the moment her and Samuel came out Bryce would go nuts. And from the sounds coming from the kitchen, she was right.
"Shut up, Bryce!" Mick said, leaving the kitchen with her hands in the air. She went u the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. Everyone winced at the loud noise. Bryce scowled at Samuel before following her up. Samuel looked dumbfounded.
"I'm hungry," Damian said, getting up and going into my kitchen. Samuel and Cameron followed him and shortly Lindsay and I did too. Alex and Ellis were asleep and not much for talking.
Lindsay smiled and sat on the counter. I sat down next to her. "What'cha smiling about?" I asked, nudging her teasingly.
"Hawaii," she said in a dreamlike state, "Hawaiian beaches, Hawaiian food, Hawaiian boys…" She smiled with whimsy.
"Haiwaii…" I agreed.
"Hawaii," she confirmed. She rested her head on my shoulder and we smiled distantly. Here we come, Hawaii, look out.