The next day Ben came over for lunch and we ended up on the couch, making out some more. Have I mentioned, Ireally, really like making out with this guy?
My parents were at the my aunt's, we were on the couch and our shirts weren't on, and there was a knocking at the door.
"Oh my God," I said, mid-kiss with Ben.
"Hey, Kayla, you around?" asked Jack, walking into my kitchen.
"Oh my God," I repeated, as Ben practically flipped off of the couch, throwing his shirt at me and standing up.
"Seriously?" said Jack, throwing up his hands in disgust.
"Could you give me a second," I said, waiting for Jack to turn around before nodding to Ben to do the same, and pulling on my top.
"You should seriously start wearing a bra," Jack said.
"Wow, that's so not any of your business," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Not like it would changed much," said Ben, and I swear, I could hear his former giggle being replaced by a smirk.
"Oh my God," I said again.
"I'm sorry, the Kayla I used to know knew how to say more than just 'Oh my God'," said Jack, using a totally offending Valley Girl impersonation.
"Just leave her out of this bro," said Ben, "This has nothing to do with her."
"This has everything to do with her," replied Jack, "And I'm not your 'bro'."
There was a beat of silence, before Jack continued, "Okay, wait, I am your bro, but that's not the point."
"What is then? We were kind of in the middle of something," said Ben, totally smirking some more.
"Oh my-," I started, before I knew what I was saying and abruptly shut my mouth, "Okay, first of all, Ben, shut up. Seriously, just stop smirking, I'm not even looking at you and I can physically feel the douche-bag syndrome radiating off of your body.
"Secondly, Jack, I'm totally re-instigating the doorbell rule. Or at least a preemptive text message so I can make sure all parties involved are decent. Okay? Okay.
"Now, on to more pressing matters. What was it you came in here to tell me?"
"Just that I was sorry for being so weird yesterday, and I really appreciate you being here for me," he said sincerely, before ruining it by adding, "And then I was going to mention something about you being here for my whole family, but I guess Ben's got that one covered. Or, should I say, uncovered."
"Well that was a dick thing to say. Ben, go on, do your douchey, smirky thing," I said, "I'll leave you two to it, I have to go, wash my hair or something."
Then I grabbed my keys and phone, walked out of my house, and headed to Starbucks. I needed coffee and Emily. And possibly another sleepover.