So here we go! Enjoy ……….
Guess again…."So what is it?" I ask eagerly. He enjoy my torment, that little…. :sighs: relax. He puts on a more serious face, but I can't still see a glimmer of laughter in his eyes as he speaks.
"Well I happened to notice, just how utterly repulsed Johnny was by you touching him, and I had a thought." I glare as a possible outcome of this conversation pops into my head. "You could pursue him endlessly. He would be freaked out, and probably very scared." I roll my eyes, just as I thought.
"Enrique, there's a problem with that. Johnny knows that I'm with you he also knows that I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole, he'd have to be pretty dumb to believe me"
"He may if his ego gets in the way" Enrique says trying to sound evil, but only succeed in sounding insane. I guess he has a point, but that still leaves the other issue.
"But, he knows that I would never cheat."
"That's why we should have a big fight in front of them and pretend to break up! It's fool proof." I gotta give it to him though; it's a kinda good plan. I mean I've defiantly noticed how Johnny squirms when anyone touches him; he particularly hates it when I get to close to him…… who knows why? I guess it would be fun to subscribe a little torture to our dear Jonathan. The question is, can I do it?
We need something to pretend to fight about, but what? It has to be something big, something convincing. I think I'm wearing a circle in my carpet from this pacing, but it's necessary to help me think. Enrique's just on the bed, sitting there watching me pace, how lazy. That's certainly not helping. He does look thoughtful though.
"I could insult you, or you could insult me and it can escalate from there?" He says thoughtful shrugging his shoulders.
"I guess, but we don't want it to get too personal, do we" I argue.
"Yeah maybe not, but we need it to look serious. We can't just do something that wouldn't be realistic" He stands up. "Besides, we know that we're just mucking around" I smile in agreement.
"Right, anything to win" WOW'E' that was corny, but I guess we all need a little mush every now and then. Every now and then…… not all the bloody time! I've seen some terrible teen movies in my time.
"Remember stick together, don't let them take control" He says seriously. Too much! I try super hard not to laugh.
"Ok…. Enrique" Is all I can manage to say without the possibility of bending over in a fit of laughter. It's funny when Enrique goes all serious n stuff. It makes me laugh.
"Do you want to start or do you want me to?" He asks, I recon that I should start, we don't want him going all mean during the fight, I think I should set the standard. I raise my hand, as a way of volunteering for the job.
"Ok, you start the fight. Which means that I'll finish it" He says. But I want to finish! I want to have the last say! I change my mind!
"Wait, wait. You can start. I'll finish!" He looks at me quizzically but doesn't question it. He simply replied with a soft. "…..whatever…." That still leaves the matter of what we should fight about? Enrique looks thoughtful once more, almost as though he read my thoughts and was trying to answer my question for me, wow it's like we're so in touch that we can communicate telepathically with each other. And accomplished look possesses his features and he speaks.
"I have a craving for cookies!" He then stands triumphantly and leaves the room almost instantly. Telepathy my arse! And he recons that I have a short attention span. Idiot.
In the kitchen now, and I spot Enrique raiding the cupboard. Johnny and Robert are sitting at the table, Robert is reading a book and Johnny is taping at his laptop. I sit across from them but turn behind me to watch Enrique. He pulls away from the cupboard with a tub of cookies. How the hell did he find them? I hid them, with the soul purpose of keeping them away from him. That little barstard must be able to sniff them out. That's one powerful nose.
"Enrique don't fill up too much before dinner" I tell him sternly. "I'm making your favourite" He grins. I'm not really, honestly I don't remember what his favourite meal is, there's so much stuff that he likes, but if saying that gets him to keep his sticky fingers away from my cookies I'll say it.
Johnny and Robert don't appear to be taking any notice of anything that's going on around them, both utterly absorbed in their activities. Enrique grins at me, before gesturing towards an oblivious Johnny and Robert….. He wants to do it now? But what are we going to fight about? We haven't thought far enough ahead.
"Oliver…" He says casually pulling out a cup and pouring himself a glass of water. I just stare at him, with a panicked questioning look in my eyes….. at leats that's the feeling I was trying to portray. "Have you seen my black suede jacket? You know the good one, with the brown pockets?" He smiles at me, as if trying to tell me something with his eyes…….but I've never been one to be able to read expressions.
Is he referring to the same jacket that was too small for him, and asked me to give to the poor? Cause that's what I did……Cause that jacket was hideouse:looks around nervously: I seriously hope that this is part of his plan….. and not a real question.
"ermm… I gave it away" I feel Roberts eyes on me, he's now listening….. however I can still hear Johnny clicking away on the keyboard. Enrique looks suddenly angry…… I hope that's just a put on…
"You gave it away!" He fumes "Why in the world would you do that?" I'm not to sure what to say….. I don't want to ruin his plan… if this is his plan?
"Ermm….Cause you said it was rubbish" Fully, he did say that! Johnny's tapping comes to a halt, we've got his attention now. Enrique slams his glass to the bench…. Oh my.. I think he almost broke that.
"Rubbish….. RUBBISH! That jacket, was and never will be rubbish? Rubbish is an empty box of cheereo's a pair of leg-warmers or that stupid little rag or whatever" :gasps: STUPID. LITTLE. RAG. DOLL! He turned into Johnny. Johnny is enjoying this…. He knows how that comment has effected me, a large grin crossing his features. Robert looks concerned, making sure to hold onto his glass that he probably fears I might send flying across the room at Enrique. Which by the feeling in my gut, is a good move on his part, saves on cleaning up later……
I'm pretty sure that Enrique's supposed to be kidding around….. but he really should joke around about Ruffer! He just shouldn't!
Yeah, yeah I know…. It was crap… I've lost my touch….. well…. It may be true, but I need to do sumthing to pass my time. So this is it!
So is Enrique just messing around?
Will Oliver over react, or will he blow is cover……
All that and more in the next instalment of……. Enrique is gay!
Nah just kidding…. Its called…… Eyeliner and Mascara… that's it!