A sooner than planned update for the New Year? Enjoy. Review. You know, have at it.
"Nicky, watch her head!" I yelled quietly at my best friend as we used all our might to get a passed out blonde out of the truck.
"Where the hell is this skinny ass girl storing all this weight?" Nicky asked as she struggled to move the dead weight of Piper.
"Okay, we gotta get her in the house," I looked at the steps up my front porch then thought of the stairs up to the bedrooms in the house. Dammit, this is gonna be a hell of a time if she's not awake. I thought. So I attempted once more, "hey, Piper, hey, wake up." I smacked her face softly. Nothing. I groaned. Just as I was about to pick the dead weight back up I was half soaked by a bucket of water and a loud gasp. I gave Nicky a 'what the hell' look.
She shrugged, "I sure as hell wasn't about to carry her anymore." She laughed, drunkenly and stumbled into the house, leaving just Piper and myself outside.
"What the hell?! Where am I?" shot a very confused blonde.
"Hey, you um, did a few too many keg stands.." my voice trailed off, "and you passed out once we got into the car, and well you wouldn't wake up to let us know if you wanted to go home or… ya know, not…"
She seemed to be a bit more sober, and soaked. She looked around, "this is your place?" She asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, you're welcome to stay here, Nicky and I were gonna just put you in my bed, I was gonna take the couch downstairs, mainly cause Nicky already called the guest room which is pretty much her room anyways…" I babbled.
Piper rubbed her eyes, "no no I'll sleep on the couch. I don't want to take your bed."
I shook my head, "trust me, it's no biggie. Plus, my mom's cool and all but seeing a stranger on her couch when she wakes up might be a bit much."
She nodded, "I guess that would be awkward to explain and a very interesting way to meet your mother." She started to stand and wobbled. She subconsciously grabbed my arm for support.
"Whoa killer," I steadied her, "let's get you to bed." I pulled her to the house.
Once I had escorted her to my room, she wasted no time plopping onto my bed, quickly reminded of her cold wet clothes. "Fuck." She hissed.
I laughed quietly, "let me get some shorts and a t-shirt for you."
She nodded and stood, walking to my bookshelf picking up a photograph of me holding a large mouth bass with Nicky giving the middle finger behind me. "How the hell do you put your hand in a fish's mouth like that, won't it bite?" She asked.
As I found shorts and a shirt for her I laughed, "It's just a fish Piper. Bass have very very small teeth."
She cringed and put the picture back, her eyes finding another photo of me sitting on the porch with a guitar on my lap. "You play guitar?"
I shrugged and tossed her the dry clothes, "I dabble."
"You should play something for me sometime," she smiled, "and thank you."
"I'm not nearly good enough to play for anyone, I can play the beginning of Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett, but that's about the extent of me capabilities. I'll leave you to change. If you need the bathroom, it's the second door to your left outside my room."
"Thomas Rhett?" She questioned, pulling her shirt over her head, despite my still being present and I couldn't help but notice her golden, toned stomach.
I swallowed, and then remembered the question she had just asked, "You don't know who Thomas Rhett is?" I was baffled. Then I remembered her upbringing, "country." I simply stated.
She nodded, "I assumed, I've never been much of a fan, but I'm realizing it's the kind of music I'm going to have to get used to here."
"You're damn right." I smiled and started to exit the room.
"Alex…" I heard and I turned and let out a 'hm' to Piper finishing up changing her bottoms. "You don't have to sleep on the couch; your bed seems plenty big enough for both of us."
I looked at her and then to my bed, "It's really no biggie."
She yawned and looked at me, "what if I said I wanted you to stay up here with me?" She waged her eyebrows and I cleared my throat.
"Well, I mean, it is big enough for two people." But what kind of game are you playing here, Chapman? I mentally added. "I guess." And with that I kicked my boots into the corner and she pulled my sheets back.
"Good, because I'm scared of the dark," she confessed as I slid in beside her. I laughed and shook my head.
"Goodnight Piper." I said as I got settled.
"Night Al," she nicknamed me, "thanks for tonight." She kissed my cheek leaving a feeling of fire behind and turned over as I turned off the light.
And here's another short one. I swear, writing these, they feel so much longer than they are when posted! Hopefully a ton of short chapters aren't too much of a disappointment. Just think of the breaks between them as really really long commercial breaks. Till next time.