Have You Two Even Met?
"I heart Mr. Boston and his creepy ways." Spence tells us randomly.
Well, it's not too random.
We did watch a rerun I Love Money a few hours ago.
I shrug. "He's okay."
"That's what she said." and "In bed." are the responses I get.
I roll my eyes. "You're spending too much time with Aiden."
"I resent that!" he says from the floor.
Yeah, we (the girls) kicked him off the couch a few TV shows ago.
If he wanted to, he could get back up here.
We'd be too lazy to push back off.
It's just that he's too lazy to get back up.
We've spent the last few days doing nothing, but pig out and watch TV.
Days well spent in my opinion.
Truth is all of us are broke.
You'd think kids of famous rock stars, plastic surgeons, and psychologists would have more money (any money), but nope.
Flat broke.
If we're too lazy to get off the floor, I don't thing getting jobs seem to be in our near futures.
Kyla sighs and shifts. Therefore, now her head's resting on my lap and her feet are on Spence's.
"We need to get lives." She says looking at the TV.
We're watching some cartoon on Nickelodeon.
It's not really funny, and I wish someone would change it to CartoonNetwork.
At least they have halfway decent shows.
"I'm perfectly happy with my non-existent one, thank you." Spence answers.
Me and Aiden let out small laughs.
"Har har, but I'm serious, though. We've done nothing productive the last couple of days."
"As soon as you get some money to do something 'productive', make sure to include us." I retort.
Go get a job, bitch!
No one's keeping ya here.
That shuts her up for, oh, about two seconds.
"We should get jobs."
Can she read my mind?!
No. 'Cause if she could, she'd know about my earlier 'no job' thoughts.
"No." is the simultaneous answer.
"We're never going to get off this couch if we don't do something. A job seems like the logical answer to this problem."
"You're the only one that seems to have a problem."
Notice how Aiden is staying quiet?
I know he agrees with Spence and me but, ultimately, he answers to Ky.
"Aiden, what do you think?"
Oh, I'd hate to be him right now.
Though, I feel for my friend, I can't wait to see how he handles this.
"I, er, I think…"
Everyone's looking at him.
Kyla expectant.
Spence intrigued.
Me eager.
"If you want to get…a job, I think you should…um, get one."
Quickly, I look at Kyla to get her reaction.
It's not the one I want.
It's one of contemplation.
I wanted one of unrighteous anger. Directed straight at Aiden.
"You're right. I'm going to get a job."
We look at her incredulously.
"For real?" I ask.
She can't be serious. There's only several weeks left of vacation. Why spend it on a job?
She nods as well as she can lying down.
"Yeah. I could use the extra money and I'd be getting out of the house."
"Kyla, why don't you just go for a walk, if you want to get out?" Spence asks.
"We'd even go with you." I add.
Aiden gives me a look.
"Spence. Spence would go with you." I correct.
This time Spence looks at me.
Her eyebrow raised.
I roll my eyes.
"I'd come, too." I amend finally.
She nods approvingly.
"Only sometimes."
Kyla taps her chin thoughtfully.
I know she's just trying to be suspenseful and had already decided what she's going to do.
Told you she's over-dramatic.
"If I weren't…to get a job, you'd start to go on walks with me?"
"Yes. Ashley, Aiden, and I would go on walks with you."
Aiden doesn't like the fact that he got roped into this, and, frankly, I'm not too happy about it, either, but what can we do?
We know we'd probably be out there anyway.
If not forced, then to make sure no one messes with them. We're both very protective of our women.
Even if Spence isn't technically mine, I'm still going to be there to watch out for her.
As long as there aren't any baseballs involved, I'm good.
The bruise is mostly gone now.
"We're not going today, though." I say.
Both Kyla and Spence look at me.
"Look, if I and Aiden have to go, at least, let us choose the days we do actually go."
They looked at each other for second. Some mental conversation Aid and I aren't privy to going on.
Kyla nods. "Okay, but there has to be a minimum of three days a week."
Aiden and I pale, but it's not over.
"And we get to say how long we walk." Spence continues.
How did they get all that in a six second mental conversation?!
My best friend and I have our own mental talk.
It's slightly different from theirs, though.
It's more of the "Oh, fuck! We're screwed." and "I know!" variety.
We both take a deep breath before telling them we agree.
Just as they knew we were going to.
Damn, bitches.
So now, we have daily three (as if we'd do anymore than that!) walks a week.
Great.
And the weatherman just predicted a heat wave coming on.
WWWWWW
"I wanna go swimming."
Yeah, you and everyone else in the tri-county.
"You're not the only." I reply fanning myself.
Kyla looks over at me glaring.
"What? It's the truth."
I know it's over 90-something out.
What is the possibility that both our air-conditioning and pool would be out of commission?
I could probably ask Clay.
Dude's an utter genius.
Unfortunately, that would me to move and moving right now is out of the question.
Moving my hand to get my drink makes me sweat. Actually having to get up and walk up to my room…I think I might die.
Thank God for basements.
"When are Spence and Aid supposed to be here?" she whines.
If I didn't think I was about to die, I'd slap her.
Shut the hell up, woman!
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I snap.
Yeah, my mood is so good right now.
"Don't be a bitch 'cause it's hot!"
She really has no room to talk. She's just as bad.
"Did someone mention something about being hot?" a voice asks.
We both look over to the top of the stairs. Aiden is walking down (noticeably without the person of my affections). I frown.
"Shut up, Aiden." I say before returning to fan myself.
It helps. Minuscule, but its there.
"Is that any way to treat the person that's taking you to the biggest water park in a 30 mile radius?" he asks.
"Where's Spence?" I ask totally ignoring the question.
He's taking us regardless of the way I treat him.
It's either that or death.
I decided not to kill him after the 'Snuffles' fiasco.
I think it had something to do with Spence sliding onto me and whispering in my ear, but I can't be sure. I wasn't thinking clearly until a few hours later.
Aiden managed to get away before I returned to my regular self.
So, I just decided that he owed me a favor (for not killing him) that he couldn't refuse.
The heat wave seemed like the perfect time to cash in.
"Oh, she's somewhere around here. I think she mentioned going up to your room for something." He said as he sat down next to my sister.
Not too close, though.
It was burning up in here.
I took a huge gulp of my (lukewarm) drink before standing up and walking to my room.
"If you pass out, I'm not taking you to the hospital." Kyla called after me.
The ever-loving sister, she is not.
I just flip her off and continue on.
After a trip to the bathroom (to splash water on my face), I arrived in my room.
Even with her back to me, Spence was the most beautiful girl ever.
How sappy and lovesick am I?
You don't even have to answer that, though.
I already know. And I don't really care.
Spence is totally worth being sappy and lovesick over.
And we're not even together. God, if we were…
I have no idea how corny and cheesy my thoughts would be.
"Do I have to call the cops or will you leave all on your own?" I ask.
She doesn't jump (as I know I would have) and turns around to face me.
A gigantic smile on her face.
Man, if I thought she was pretty when I first met her, it had nothing on her know.
She really wasn't a beach person (more of a person that got tan from various sports and outdoor activities), but since hanging out with me, I managed to drag her out there more. So, now her tan was even better, and her already sun-streaked hair was even more so. It made her super white teeth and sky-blue eyes pop.
She really was beautiful.
"Nah, you're good. I was just looking for that navy blue bikini of yours. Know where it is?"
I walked over to her. "It's not in the drawer?"
Yes, I had so many swimming suits that I had a drawer for them. You would to if you lived in southern California.
She shook her head. "Well, the bottom is, but I need help finding the top."
We got to searching. After several minutes, we finally found it.
Guess where it was.
Yeah, in my underwear drawer.
I made Spence turn around before searching through it.
I might have liked the girl, but, in no way, she going to see my underwear.
She said that it wasn't necessary, but I wasn't having it.
Do you have any idea how bad she would have teased me if she found out that I have Superman™ boy briefs?
I don't care how cute I look in them (and trust me, I do), she was never seeing my secret shame.
"Okay, safe to turn 'round now."
She was rolling her eyes (I could tell) and turned around.
"Was that really necessary?" she asks taking the bikini top from me.
This time rolling her eyes for me to see.
I nod affirmatively.
"Of course. Now go get changed," I say pointing towards the bathroom.
She raises an eyebrow. "What about you?"
I just lift my shirt to show her already have mine on. It's this dark green one I bought with Kyla a couple days ago.
Okay, maybe I didn't just lift my shirt for that reason.
I have nice abs.
By the way, Spence was staring a little too long; I can tell she noticed, too.
That made me inwardly grin my ass off.
I had been doing a little more than innocent flirting with her over the past couple of days.
After what she did in the kitchen, I had been much more aggressive in my pursuit of her affections.
That's not to say that I was suddenly all over her and trying to get with her.
Unfortunately, she really hadn't changed much in the way she acted.
Sadly.
It was just times like these I that I noticed she was at least somewhat interested in me.
How a few times she'd stare at me. Only this time, she wouldn't look away blushing when I caught her, but, instead, give me a small smile that caused me to blush.
She also touched me more now. Not like she was groping me or anything. Remember how I said she used her hands a lot when talking? Well, now she touched my arm, shoulder, or hand to emphasize more than before.
It made my heart flutter (flutter!) every time she did that.
"Like what you see, huh, Spence?" I tease.
"Oh, yeah." She deadpans causing me to laugh.
"Well, go get changed before I melt," I say as I shoo her off.
It takes her an incredibly short time to get changed.
Of course, she doesn't look any different, just now with a bikini under her shirt and short shorts.
"Finally! Thought you were gonna be forever."
She just rolls her eyes and walks toward the door.
I think I'm in love.
