[ Alicia is not pregnant yet, she ended up getting her period soon after her and Massie's coffee date. But, that isn't to say that they aren't trying now…..(: ]
The Hurley's 2018 Bentley Continental GT smelled like new car, which made Massie's smile falter a bit as she climbed inside the sleek backseat beside Kemp.
She missed their older continental, the one she and Alicia couldn't help vomiting inside of on one dizzying night their senior year of high school.
Massie missed where her and Kristen carved their initials into the backseats polished wooden cup holders.
The brunette really missed simpler times, easier times where she was mainly concerned with uploading her weekly in and out list before her bedtime.
Brought back into reality by Kemp's soft grin, he made a joking face and raised an eyebrow.
"The warden actually let you out of the house with me?"
"Let me tell you, it wasn't an easy fight."
"I promise to make it worth it, mademoiselle."
The engine hummed as the Hurley family driver, Franklin, wove in and out of the nightly commute traffic. Franklin's father had driven for the family for years, but after he began to lose his hearing in his 60's, they decided it was better off he give up the driver's license. His son took his place, almost hastily so, because not only did it mean he got to attend the posh parties with the youngest Hurley son, it meant he got to tote him and his hot dates around. And, it came with a pretty check at the end of each drive.
Kemp chuckled to himself, watching as his drive fawned over Massie in his backseat. Rolling it off his shoulders, he threw an arm around her thin frame and tilted his head to the side.
"No vomiting in this one, Mass."
"Ugh, it was one time!"
"Vomit stains are forever," he reminded her in a sing-song tone.
Soon enough, they were ushered out of the car and into the posh sushi restaurant on the edge of Manhattan. It was typically frequented by all kinds of celebrities alike, it had a reputation for having the freshest fish and the best lighting.
"Two, please." Kemp flashed the hostess a cheeky grin, and she turned her attention to her seating chart fighting the blush that was creeping up her skin.
"Make that four!" A small voice yelled out cheerily from behind Kemp and Massie.
The two whipped around, locating Alicia and Joshua Hotz coming up to them. Kemp gave Massie a look, and she just shrugged.
"She has my location," the chestnut haired alpha explained.
"Noted," was Kemp's response, before being pulled into a bone-crushing hug by Josh.
"Right this way," the waitress with pin straight jet black hair reaching her lower back spoke in a sultry tone, giving Kemp a wink before leading the way towards one of the booths in the center of the restaurant. Kemp flashed his three friends a thumbs up and a kiss before following the hostess with a thirsty beat in his step.
Thirty minutes and one phone number on a crumpled napkin later, the four old friends were taking shots of hot sake and reminiscing with glossy eyes.
"Remember when you guys won the championship against Meadowville and Plovert threw that huge party?" Massie asked.
"I think everyone does, besides Leesh, that is." Kemp said with an affirmative not.
"It's not my fault! I was on amoxicillin and drank two four lokos!" Alicia responded dependently.
"Who the fuck can drink two four lokos on a good day?!" Josh questioned, staring at his wife in disbelief.
"Kemp, I didn't know you got a tattoo in high school!" The alpha exclaimed, running her finger over the ink on his bicep.
"We all did, the night before graduation." The wavy haired boy said with a shrug, like this was so four years ago.
"What does it say?" She pestered.
"Josh, you have one?!" Alicia squealed in anger.
"Uhhhhh…" The tanned skin boy stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck as his face flushed.
"I'm sorry, Mass, but you were a psycho in middle school." Josh said in a point-blank tone.
"And? Your point being….?"
"We were all kind of afraid of you for a while."
"Tell us something we don't know!" Alicia yelled, before clinking her shot glass full of clear liquor against Massie's and taking another shot with her best friend.
"Fuck, Kill, Marry. Ready?" Kemp questioned the other three at his table. Once he was greeted with nods from all, he began the game.
"Josh. Hotz numbero uno. My brother!" The boy slurred, throwing an arm across the table and taking both Josh's hands in his own. "Layne Abeley, Kori, Claire."
"Can I kill all three?" He asked, taking a sweaty hand away from Kemp and straightening the Ralph Lauren Polo hat he replaced his New York Yankees hat with.
"No!" The two girls squealed in unison, watching his every move with wide eyes.
"Ugh, fine. Fuck...Kori, Marry Layne, Kill Claire." It took him a solid minute to conduct his answer in a full statement without slurring (but he still slurred, just don't tell him).
"Leesh! My hot latina!" Now Kemp's hands were on her forearms, because he went for her hands and seeing the sweat decided against holding those.
"Bring it on, Hurley!" The raven haired, tanned skin beauty let her almond shaped eyes glimmer in the ambient lighting of the restaurant as her and Massie added an empty raspberry rice wine bottle to the collection of the four sake bottles on their table, alongside empty plates of half eaten sushi rolls and appetizers.
"Me, Cam, and Harris."
"Oh wow, two Fishers!" Massie giggled, kneeing her friend and leaning her head against Kemp's shoulder because the world was slowly growing louder and spinning more by the minute.
"Fuck...Harris, Kill Cam, Marry you because then we can be celibate."
"DAMN IT!" Kemp slammed his fist on the table in mock frustration before sending a wink over to Alicia.
"Do me! Do me! Wait...don't! But but, you know what I mean." Massie's amber eyes were on fire, her face had a glow and her smile lit the entire restaurant up.
She could count on one hand the amount of times Tristan made her this happy, as happy as sitting around with her old school best friends and playing dumb games, making gross jokes and laughing at their own stupidity. They taunted each other with their past antics, but it was all in good fun and for once it felt real.
"Okay, Miss Needy!" Kemp said with a laugh, wrapping his arm round her thin shoulders as she giggled with anticipation.
"This fine young man, Joshua Hotz."
"Okay."
"Landon Crane."
"Ugh, so ninth grade." She yawned, before taking her fork and digging into a plate of tempura vegetables.
"And….Derrick."
The silence in the restaurant was suddenly deafening. So was the sound of Massie's fork hitting the plate, because she wasn't ready to go there yet. She knew her drunk state was going to get the best of her, and we all know what drunk minds say that sober minds do not.
"Let's make this a little more interesting," Joshua started, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he and Kemp made eye contact. They both needed to know the truth, for their sake, and hers. "Let's throw a cuddle in there too….and add Tristan."
The silence they were greeted with was confirmation that this was going to be real honest, and probably real brutal.
"Okay. So, let's see. I think I would… Well, I'd have to kill Josh because I could never sleep with him."
"Thank you!" Alicia grinned lazily, lifting her pointer finger to signify 'point!'
"Landon Crane would definitely get a cuddle, I got that boy out of my system years ago!"
Kemp nodded exaggeratedly in agreement, just wanting her to say the words they all know is true.
"Tristan is so hot, definitely worth a fuck, but marriage is a very strong word." She rambled off, momentarily forgetting that she was indeed engaged to be married to this man. Damn, that sake was good.
"And marry Derrick, because who doesn't want to fall asleep next to the love of their life?"