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TWAS OVERDUE.
"Wheres Sam? And Jared, what the hell are you doing with my baking pan? Is that muffin mix?" I walked over to the kitchen, there were grocery bags all over the counters but Jared seemed to be pouring blueberry muffin mix into a rectangular cake pan...with no spray. He nodded and looked at me warily, I sighed.
"He's picking up the pale face from the airport. We got groceries though, see!" Paul was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and motioned excitedly to the surrounding paper bags. I glared at him for the pale face comment, I was still nervous that he'd wind up feeling unwelcome here anyways.
"One, Jared you're cleaning that up, next time you use the cooking spray or just a muffin pan. Two, no pale face comments around this guy, Paul, and help me put this stuff away." I said between the two and Paul sighed as he got up, rolling his eyes. We slowly worked our way back as Jared continued to push out food, from sliced muffins to hashbrowns and bacon.
It was all set on the table as I grabbed glasses for everyone when Sam came through the door. I came around the corner, smiling, Jared and Paul followed me. The guy following Sam in was shorter, definitely pale, blue eyed and blonde. He had on a pair of coke bottle glasses and a turtleneck. Neither were speaking to each other, Sam was carrying most of his luggage.
"A-are you the um..Ms Waters I'll be staying with?" His voice was squeaky as he looked behind me. I nodded as I turned around to see Paul glaring at him, and smacked his arm. He glared down at me and I raised a brow, shouting 'COME AT ME BRO' in my head.
"Yes, I am! Call me Kai, this is Jared and the grumpy one is Paul. Just ignore him. I'm sure you've met Sam." I pointed at each guy, introducing them to the newcomer. I was trying my damndest to get rid of the awkward as fuck atmosphere going on right now.
"I'm Richard Smith." He mumbled and all four boys were now eyeing each other. I sighed. SO MUCH FOR WELCOMING.
"I'll just show you to your room then." I said with an awkward laugh and walked forwards.I motioned to the stairs as Sam said nothing and went up them. Paul and Jared went back to banging around the kitchen. I went up the stairs and he followed up behind me.
"Where'd you come from?" I asked making conversation as Sam dumped his bags onto his bed.
"California. I'm doing my master thesis on your tribe's local legends." He said warily as Sam turned around from the dumping and stared down at him, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Oh, thats fun! I came up from Arizona, off the navajo reservation down there. What got you interested in the legends?" I continued to try and make conversation as he walked into his room and we followed.
"They struck something in me, I'm not sure to be honest. I've just always loved mythology and the legends here are very detailed." He seemed to talk a lot more when it came to the legends and I smiled. Moving away from Sam's grasp.
"Awesome! Well there's space in the closet and the dresser here. Ummm, I'm right across the hall. Feel free to use the shower, washer, dryer etcetera.. We actually have breakfast on the table now so feel free to come down when you'd like!" I recounted everything looking up at the ceiling, thinking back to see if I missed something.
"Though I'd be sooner rather than later, these guys eat like garbage disposals." I said in a lower voice, motioning back to Sam. Richard cracked a small smile and I patted him on the shoulder, he'd get used to this or it'd be one awkward trip.
"We'll be downstairs, Richard." I called back as I grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him with me to go downstairs.
"So, what do we think?" I asked the group as they sat down at my little breakfast table. Well...it wasn't that small. It could sit over 6-8 people at 70 inches, which was honestly a relief as each guy took up the space of two people. I was leaning on the counter, munching on a literal slice of muffin that Sam handed me.
"I still don't like him living here." Sam responded first, looking at me. I shrugged at that and looked at the other two.
"I think he's awkward as hell. Nothing too much to worry about with those baby blues, right Sam?" Jared replied with a grin and I rolled my eyes, Paul didn't answer. I looked towards the entrance as we heard him come down the stairs, everyone became silent.
"I see you took my advice. Theres bacon, hashbrowns, and eggs." I smiled at him as he came in and welcomed him. He nodded and awkwardly sat down, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Do you want coffee or tea or something?" I asked kindly leaning on his chair.
"Tea would be great, if you have it." He looked back at me and nodded giving me an awkward smile and I nodded back at him with a grin.
"Why does he get the special service?" Jared sounded off from his spot and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Because he's paying to be here. You're here for free." I stated primly and turned back to the fridge, I leaned over to grab out the milk and jumped when the table was hit.
I spun back around to look at the table, Sam and Paul were glaring at Richard while Jared was snickering. I sighed again and went to put water in the kettle, sticking the milk on the table. This shit was getting real old.
After breakfast or by 1PM, brunch was over, Richard ran back up to his room. I glared at everyone, including Sam as they sat on the couch watching TV.
"You three need to get your shit together. He's a guest here in mine and Sam's care and so far you've been total douches." I stood in front of the three, hands planted on my hips as I faced them. Sam rolled his eyes at me and I glared down at him especially.
"He was looking at your ass, Kai." Sam grumbled and I sighed. Paul and Jared nodded.
"Fine, but for the rest of his trip, you're going to be friendly, or you're going home." I pointed at the other two and they huffed, nodding slowly. I smiled then, happy with the arrangements. Sam smiled at me and pulled me into his lap. I hunkered down as he wrapped his arms around me, I was small enough to be able to curl into a ball and fit on his lap. He kissed my forehead and we continued to watch whatever was on the TV, it was a saturday. Good enough to be lazy.
Eventually Richard came down as lunch started to be a thing. I had my back turned, squeezing grilled cheese sandwiches into the toastie maker. Sam was leaned on the counter next to me discussing patrol exercises with Paul and Jared and making the sandwiches. When conversation halted, I knew he was here or coming down the stairs.
I cleared my throat as he pulled out a chair and sat down, looking uncomfortable. Sam looked at me and I gave him a pointed look back, glancing between him and Richard. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the table.
"So Richard, what do you do when you're not in school?" Sam asked blankly, I sighed. Good enough, maybe they'd take after him and start talking to this guy.
"I worked in a newspaper company." He responded unsure of what to do with Sam's sudden attention.
"That sounds like fun, what did you do?" I asked as I pulled the next four toasties out of the machine and stuck them on the plate next to me. It had a literal mountain of toasties on it, cheese and ham, or just cheese were up there. I took the plate and set it down on the table, looking over at Paul and Jared. Paul was just glaring across the table but Jared looked mildly interested in the toasties.
"I um, spell checked basically." He said and hesitantly grabbed a ham and cheese. I nodded as I went back to the toatie maker. They'd eat those quickly. I looked back to see that it had the red light on, Sam had already loaded it up. Awwwe. I looked over at him and smiled, he was watching me already and cracked a grin in return. I leaned over and up to peck him and he leaned down for me.
"GET A ROOM." Jared yelled at us, grinning with his mouth full. I rolled my eyes.
"You're in it, Jared." He responded back and crossed his arms, waiting for the protest. Jared frowned and then rolled his eyes as he got it. I pulled the old toasties off and put in the new ones.
"D-do you all live here then?" Richard asked looking between us. I bursted out laughing at the idea while Sam looked horrified.
"Hell no. I'd kill them in their sleep if they lived with us. He snores in his sleep loud enough to wake the dead, and he constantly moves." Sam retorted still looking horrified at the idea as he pointed at Paul then Jared. My toastie routine was slowing down as I put in the last four. Thank god. I was getting really tired of the sandwiches.
"Oh. I see. Well I'd love to get some stories from you guys if you know any." Richard responded as he brushed crumbs off his hands and reached for another on the now empty plate. Sam looked at me, unhappy with his meddling and questions. I gave a pointed look back, he'd play nice or he'd be sleeping on the couch.
"You're better off talking to one of the tribal elders." Sam responded surly. Richard looked back at the plate, looking surprised and confused as he stared open mouthed across the table.
"How'd you guys eat all that?" He asked sounding amazed and I giggled breezily while Sam began to look even more annoyed with Richard's questions. I turned around and sat down the next round, grabbing two for myself.
"Have you seen the size of them? They're like horses." I responded with a grin and motioned to the mentioned them. I slid down slowly into the chair next to Richard, Sam was already seated on my other side. He had his arm thrown lazily across the back of my chair, watching Richard like a hawk.
Dinner passed in the same fashion, Paul and Jared finally left that night around 7. I figured they had been there specifically to watch Richard and get food from my kitchen. Whoops, mine and Sam's kitchen. How strange that was to think about. They'd agreed on some 'running exercies' around 11 and to come back here for lunch.
"Do...do you ever think that your husband and his friends are really warm?" Richard started off shakily and I got distracted by the husband bit. What husband? I was cleaning the kitchen up with Richard while Sam showered upstairs.
"What husband?" I asked and stood up looking at him, confused. He glanced down at my hands and I looked, they were bare.
"My mistake." He said quietly and looked back down to the dishes he was washing in the sink.
"If you mean Sam, I'm honestly not sure what he is. He's not quite a boyfriend either." I said casually motioning to upstairs. He raised a brow at me and shrugged, smirking to himself at the sink.
"Well how about when they're off exercising, I take you on a tour of La Push?" I asked hesitantly after a few minutes of silence, trying to give him a tight smile. He was going to lose his shit when we were grocery shopping.
"Alright. But won't you have to go shopping soon?" He asked as he dried his hands and motioned to the now empty cabinets. I sighed and nodded. They ate so. Frickin. Much.
"Yeah. You're gonna lose your shit when you see how much we buy in a few days." I said with a grin as he widened his eyes at me.
"What's he going to lose his shit about?" Sam sounded off deeply from the corner and I jumped.
"ALERT ME AS TO YOUR PRESENCE, SAMUEL." I spouted quickly and he broke into a combination of chuckles and snorts as I took in deep breaths and put my hand over my heart.
"Samuel?" Richard asked confused. I stood back up and looked between the two.
"Sams short for Samuel." Sam answered sounding annoyed with him. I rolled my eyes and fluffed up Sam's hair as I went past him.
"Woa. Where you goin', babe?" He sounded a little worried as he snagged the back of my jeans, pulling me back into the kitchen.
"I'm going to bed?" I meant to state it but it came out as a question as I looked between Sam and Richard in my kitchen. Richard looked a little awkward and out of place with the couple's interactions going on. I felt bad while Sam seemed to thrive on it.
"Not going to give me a good night kiss?" He asked with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at him. I flipped him off and kissed it, blowing both the kiss and the 'fuck you' at him.
"There you go." I said sweetly and patted his shoulder as I went past. Sam broke into a grin and let me pass this time.
"She's got some spice to her." I heard Richard say lowly, like he was trying to not have me hear. I heard Sam let out a sarcastic laugh.
"You should have seen her yesterday at the bonfire, man." Sam responded at normal volume and I stifled a giggle. It was still funny to me.
"Is that where she got the neck scratches?" He asked carefully and I could almost see Sam glaring at him as he responded. I touched my neck, they'd scabbed over by now but the memory was still fresh...however fuzzy they were.
"You ask a lot of questions, Richard. But, no. That was a cat fight." He responded just as carefully but verging on irritated. I could tell from the way his voice got tight at the end. I waited at the top of the stairs, wanting to see if I'd have to tell Sam off.
"Looked like nail marks to me." He was baiting Sam and I started to worry that he'd take the bait. Richard was starting to annoy even me with this shit.
"Yeah. She gets that a lot." He said with a short bit of sarcastic laughter. He wasn't even trying at this point, totally stand-offish. A few seconds passed and I heard Richard clear his throat, he felt awkward now.
"I'm going to bed." Sam announced as I heard him turn and catch my eyes at the top of the stairs. He rolled his eyes, cracking a smile as I shrugged. 0 shame right here.