Goodness, I am so confused. I don't know what I want from those stupid Hunter brothers. I know what I do want though.
"Emily? Call the girls. We're throwing a slumber party."
"Ben is hot," offered Alicia by way of help.
"They're both hot," reasoned Emily.
"You think Jack is hot?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. Don't you guys?" she responded.
"Um, no, not exactly. I mean, I love Jack to death, but he isn't nearly as good looking as his brother," I said, but I was interrupted by, well, every girl in the room voicing their agreement with Emily.
"Christ Almighty, you all think that Jack is hot?"
"I mean, I'm pretty sure it runs in the Hunter genes," tossed out Brittany, "Have you seen their dad?"
"Ew," we all yelled, tossing pillows at her.
"That's seriously disturbed. I thought you were going to say the oldest Hunter brother," I said, laughing.
"There's a Hunter boy older than Ben? That makes him a Hunter man," said Jennifer.
"You guys don't know Patrick?" I asked incredulously, "How am I the only one who knows about Patrick."
"I don't get it either, but who cares? Now, tell us about dreamy Patrick Hunter," demanded Emily and all the girls agreed.
"Patrick Hunter is three years older than Ben," I said. "I've known him since we were little, but you never would have met him, I guess.
"When we were in middle school Patrick got kicked out of high school for fighting. He schlepped around for a while, tooling around with the truck that Benji drives now, whatever. Then, the day he turned 18, he up and joined the army.
"It absolutely broke Mrs. Hunter's heart; she thought she'd failed him as a mother or something, not that she'd done anything wrong. Anyway, I saw him the last time he was home on leave, and damn if he isn't hotter than both his brothers combined."
"I do love a man in uniform," jumped in Brittany.
"Everyone does honey, everyone does," I replied solemnly.
"Okay, so, what, did you hook up with this brother too?"
"I didn't hook up with Jack, I only kissed him."
"That doesn't answer her question."
They were fairly bombarding me, now with stuffed animals, having exhausted their pillow supplies.
"I didn't hook up with Patrick!"
"Does that mean you kissed him!?"
"When I was little, like 9 or something, he was kind of my first kiss."
"Holy shit, 9 year old you kissed a 14 year old Hunter boy? Holy shit!"
"You're so stupid, of course I didn't kiss him! He kissed me and it was horrible!"
"Wait, a 14 year old Hunter boy kissed an 9 year old you! Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"Well, yeah, kinda. I don't really know why, it must've been a dare or something. Pat was always kinda a tough kid, I'm not sure what possessed him to kiss me."
"Probably because you're kryptonite to those damn Hunter boys," joked Emily, and the crew howled with laughter again.
"I hate you all, you know that?" I said, but all was forgiven when Brittany pulled a bottle of wine out of her duffel bag. Now I remember why we're always having these parties.