Chapter 4- Liquid Dreams

Krystal's House-

After Marcia met everyone at the office and familiarized herself with the entire building, she came home and propped her head up on the new living room sofa. Krystal wasn't home from where ever she was so Marcia didn't get a chance to ask her if Bobby or Jack invited her to dinner too. Krystal and Marcia were supposed to have a nice quiet dinner by themselves, but once again the Mercers' had gotten in the way. This time it didn't bother her to much because she had to "befriend" Bobby anyway. Once that was done she could report back to Morrison and she could finally go home.

While she lay there thinking of the best way to become "friends" with Bobby, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Flashback- Three Days after Marcia's arrival

"Let me help you with that," Bobby smiled as he picked up the armrest of the small loveseat. Jack shut the front door behind them and walked into the living room.

Marcia stepped away while Bobby and Jack carried the sofa up the stairs. When she heard them reach the top, she turned around to face her sister and frowned. "Krystal! What is he doing here?"

Krystal picked up a can of beige colored paint from the floor, "I asked Jack to come ova and help us move furniture."

"I was referring to Bobby."

"I didn't know he asked Bobby to come over too. Sorry," Krystal apologized.

She then grabbed a bucket full of water and paintbrushes while heading for the stairs. On the staircase Marcia whispered, "He's going home after he's done. He's not helping us paint Krystal. Please tell me you didn't invite him to paint?"

"No. I told you I didn't invite Bobby. He's going home after he moves the furniture, ok Marcy?" Krystal promised, "You know, he's really not a bad guy if you actually took the time to get to know him."

"What happens if I don't want to? And you know I really don't want to."

"He's not staying. Ok? Hold this for me," Krystal asked, handing the paint and paintbrush buckets to her.

A week before she ordered new furniture for the living room so she called Jack over to move the old pieces upstairs. Krystal walked into Marcia's room where they placed the furniture. She ran up to Jack and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"You two have your first sisterly fight," Bobby chuckled while he repositioned the sofa near the window.

Marcia placed the buckets onto of the dresser and stood on the opposite side of the room by the closet. She refastened the button on the blue overalls she borrowed from Krystal and sighed, "We weren't fighting. At least we wouldn't if you weren't here," she smiled sarcastically.

"Marcy," Krystal pleaded with her sister, "Please don't start."

Bobby laughed Marcia's comment off, "Fighting? Over me? I'm use to it. I mean come on! Look at me," he grinned cockily.

Marcia wasn't amused with his childish antics, "You can go home now Bobby. Krystal and I can move the rest," she said while showing him the door.

Bobby smiled at her as he moved from the window, to the closet. He looked at her, head to toe. From the worn black Converses that Krystal leant to her and up to her white bandana. Long brown strands of hair fell neatly into place on her shoulder. She folded both her arms across her chest, anxiously waiting for him to leave the room so she could begin painting.

"Now why would I leave? I don't want you lifting all that heavy furniture," Bobby smirked.

Marcia laughed aggrievedly at his pathetic attempts to be in her presence, "I'm a big girl. I think I can move a couple pieces of furniture without your help, but thanks."

"Oh, I know ya can lift them, but I don't want the future mother of my children to lift a finger as long as I'm around," he grinned contently.

Krystal and Jack were sitting down on the sofa watching Marcia battle it out with Bobby. They both giggled like a bunch of school kids on the playground listening to Bobby's delusions. The tiny blue veins in Marcia's forehead became visible as she bit down on her bottom lip and hugged her arms tighter into her chest. Bobby mimicked her by crossing his arms too.

"Bobby I think we should go now," Jack suggested.

Bobby ignored Jack and continued to mentally taunt Marcia. She wished she could have pulled out the small shot gun she had strapped to her ankle and aim it at him, but that would expose her. Their two minute stare off lasted until he backed away, she remained unmoved.

"Wow, you haven't flinched a bit. Don't worry, if you come by later, I'll help you work up a sweat."

Marcia faced turned up into a huge scowl and before she could take a swing at him, Jack pushed Bobby out of the room. "I'm sorry. If you need any more help you know where I'll be," Jack told her and then he followed Bobby out into the hallway and down the stairs.

"The offer still stands," Bobby yelled from downstairs. After a couple of seconds everything was silent and Krystal and Marcia went to work. They moved the bed, dresser, vanity table, and the sofa and then they spread the drop cloth across the floor, ready to paint. Krystal went into the bathroom removing everything the paint could ruin while Marcia sat down on the bedroom floor trying to open the paint can with a screw driver.

Marcia huffed and puffed restlessly trying to pry open the tight tin can. "Open! Come on!"

Krystal heard her sister breathing loudly from the bedroom's bathroom. She walked back into the room to see what the struggle was about. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at Krystal and said calmly, "I can't get the paint open."

"No need to worry, I'm really good at this," Krystal assured her as she too tried to open the can. It was no use though. The lid just wouldn't come off. "I'll call Jack. He'll be able to open it."

"Just make sure you know who doesn't end up over here," Marcia requested.

Fifteen minutes later, Jack and Bobby were painting the wall behind where the bed was. Much to Marcia's dismay, she and Krystal needed an extra pair of hands if they wanted to finish painting the room before it got dark outside.

"I know, I know," Krystal whispered.

Marcia knelt down to dip her paintbrush in the beige paint and sighed, "I'm never going to get rid of him am I? As long as I'm in this house he's going to be here isn't he?"

"Look at it this way, you made a new friend," Krystal smiled.

"A stalker you mean," Marcia smiled back as she collected paint on her pointer finger to wipe all over Krystal's nose.

"Very mature, very mature," Krystal giggled.

Jack walked over to get more paint before he started on a new wall. Krystal helped him paint the one by the window while Bobby opened the green paint for the bathroom.

"You wanna help me in here?" Bobby asked Marcia who was mixing a new can of beige paint for Jack.

"I'm going to start the wall by the door."

Krystal looked behind her, "Not yet Marcy, I haven't measure that side for the wallpaper yet."

Bobby poked his head out of the bathroom and stared at Marcia, "Grab a brush."

She sighed heavily and grunted in anger as she walked into the bathroom. Surprisingly Bobby already finished the wall with the sink and toilet and that left the wall by the bathtub and window. He climbed into the tub and held his hand out for her.

"What?"

"We need to paint the wall above the tiles. Meaning you need to get in the tub," he demanded.

She inspected the bathtub thinking if they were to stand next to each other it would be a tight fit. The tub was only four and a half feet long so she'd be right on top of him. "It's too small."

"Of come on, I don't bite," Bobby smiled, still holding his hand out for her.

She didn't feel comfortable being that close to Bobby, but something about his smile reassured her that she would be okay. After debating it in her head for what seemed like hours, she reluctantly took his hand and stood next to him in the bathtub.

"See was that so hard?"

"Just paint." She began working on her side of the wall and everything was going smoothly despite Bobby being less than a foot away from her. He hadn't said a word while he painted which kept Marcia cheerful.

They finished around the same time so Bobby took their brushes and threw them into the sink. Before Marcia could make her way out the tub, Bobby cleared his throat loudly and turned to her, "I got paint all in my hair and so do you. What do ya say? Wanna shower?" he asked nonchalantly.

Something inside Marcia couldn't help but entertain this thought. She turned to face him while looking him in the eyes. She pulled her hair out of its messy paint stained ponytail and shook her head wildly to let her long brown tresses stream down her face. As she bit down on her lip seductively, she reached up behind Bobby to adjust the showerhead. Leaning in closer to his face, she kept her eyes on his lips. He closed his eyes awaiting her tender kiss. She leaned in a little bit closer and slid her arm past his side to turn on the faucet. Cold water poured down heavily on his head and when he opened his eyes, Marcia was standing in the bathroom doorway laughing uncontrollably. Jack and Krystal joined her a couple seconds later and they too couldn't stop laughing.

"Ah man, what did you do?" Jack asked jokingly. Bobby was still standing in the tub letting the cold water seep through his clothes.

"Oh, did you mean you wanted to shower together?" Marcia teased. She walked in the bedroom and sat down on the bed to scratch her head, trying to free the loose pieces of paint off her hair. Using her peripheral vision, she noticed Bobby walking toward her. His wet footsteps were silent on the cream colored rug.

"So you do have a sense of humor," he smirked. In the bathroom he had removed his grey t-shirt so he stood before Marcia in blue jeans and boots. Water from his hair dripped down onto his bare broad shoulders and noticeable six pack. She opened her mouth to say something, hoping that she wouldn't sound like a babbling idiot, but he slowly walked out of the room before she could comment.

"I'm going to go too," Marcia heard Jack say. He quickly kissed Krystal and then he was out the door.

The vision of Bobby's chest was permanently copied into Marcia's mind. Krystal jumped onto the bed and distracted her train of thought.

"That was a great move," Krystal laughed. She rolled onto her back and hung her head off the end of the bed.

"What?"

"Turning on the showerhead. Great idea."

Marcia looked down at her blankly, "Yeah."

"You saw his six pack didn't you? Is that why ya so speechless?" Krystal giggled.

She finally snapped back into reality to answer Krystal's question, "What? Oh please, I've seen better."

Curiously, Krystal sat up on her elbows and asked her sister, "Really? Whose?"

"Why are you so nosy?"

Krystal grinned, "I'm not nosy. I just want to know what my sister's been up to all these years."

"Yeah right. How about you tell me first and then I'll tell you."

Krystal sat up on the bed to shake her hand, "Deal."

"Go ahead, spill."

She cleared her throat, "Three months ago, Bobby and I almost…"

"Krystal! Oh my God!" Marcia yelled in shock, "And Jack was ok with that?"

Krystal burst out laughing," No, no it wasn't like that, well sorta. I was mad at Bobby for something and I was really drunk."

"You drink?"

"After that incident not anymore, but anyway yeah, we just got carried away."

Marcia was still in shock but she managed to keep herself from yelling, "So you two didn't..."

"No, thank God," she chuckled nervously, "In the end it all worked out. I have Jack now and I don't want anyone else."

"That's nice and all but you and Bobby…He's like ten years older Krystal," Marcia sighed. She felt extremely stressed out by this conversation now.

"I know, I guess that's why I got all excited in the first place, but now I know that would have been a big mistake."

"I'm just glad to know that you didn't lose your virginity to him," Marcia sighed in relief.

Krystal looked at her sister and tried not to laugh, "Who told you I was a virgin?"

"Don't tell me Krystal! La, la, la, la, la," Marcia yelled while she placed her fingers in her ears.

"Marcy! Marcy!"

Marcia heard enough about Krystal's sex life for today so she walked out of the room. From the downstairs kitchen she shouted, "At least tell me it was with Jack."

Krystal rolled her back onto the bed a couple of times, giggling violently. "No, Jack and I haven't yet."

There was a silence from downstairs until Krystal shouted, "I lost it in the tenth grade."

"Krystal!" Marcia yelled in playful frustration.

I had to go back and kinda explain Marcia and Bobby's relationship. I'm going to get back tothe point of the story in the next chapter so hold on! Please R&R thanks!