I came out of the bathroom with my wet clothes in my hands. I took my shoes off, setting them outside by the door, then headed to the dryer, throwing in my clothes and socks. I went back to the living room, seeing Two-Bit sitting in the middle of the couch, Soda sitting to his left. I walked up behind Two-Bit, placing my elbows on his shoulders and my chin on top of his head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he brought his left hand up, lightly squeezing my left arm.
"Good morning, doll face." He said. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Good morning, muffin." I sat down on the top of the couch to his right and fell back, sitting upside down on the seat, my feet hanging over the back. I glanced at Soda, who was rolling his eyes, causing me to roll mine. I don't know what it is, it's just that every time I see him roll his eyes at me I just have to roll mine back.
Now before you say anything, no, Two-Bit and I are not a "thing". We aren't together. Never have been, never will be. We just harmlessly flirt a lot, just for the fun of it. He's basically like a brother to me.
"Mickey's still on?" I asked, looking at Two-Bit. He smiled at me, then looked at the TV.
"Yeah." He happily replied. I chuckled and let my head fall back over the bottom of the couch. I tried my best to read the clock on the wall next to me, eventually making out that was already 9. I sighed, hoping to God that Steve decided to bring my work clothes here with him.
My stomach rumbled, nearly loud enough for everyone to hear, but thank god they didn't. I decided to get up so that I could raid the fridge. I got some milk, then decided to cook some eggs. I stuck my head out into the living room to ask them if they wanted any.
"Hey, guys, you want some eggs?" I asked. Two-Bit shook his head no, keeping his eyes on the TV. Soda hesitantly looked up.
"Um, can I have some?" He asked. My eyebrows furrowed and a paused for a second.
"Um, sure. How many?"
"Two."
"How do you want them?"
"Medium."
"Kay." I said, then went back into the kitchen, getting out the eggs, butter, and frying pan. The whole time I was cooking, I kept thinking about Soda. He's actually not acting like an ass today, which is weird. Hmmm...
I finished making the eggs and put them on plates, grabbed two forks and walked out to the living room, handing Soda his eggs and fork.
"There you go, Pop." I said, just to irritate him. He rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, Jean." He said, smirking. I glared at him. That's my middle name. Jean. My full names Lilith Jean Randall. I seriously dislike my middle name. It just doesn't fit me. Every time he calls me it, all I can think of is some big, gross, hairy man with scars named Jean. Gah! I hate being called that! I sat down on the seat next to Two-Bit with a huff, causing everyone else on the couch to shake.
"Wow there, Lil. Careful now." Two-Bit said glancing at me for a second. Soda leaned over to look at me, a serious look on his face.
"Yeah, Jean, you may break the couch. You are pretty heavy." He said with a mouthful of eggs. My eyes were shooting daggers at him, my glare as strong as ever. He only smirked and lent back.
"Shut the hell up, Pop!" I said, setting my plate down to be able to lean forward and look at him. He set his plate down and lent forward to look at me. We sat there glaring at each other.
"Why don't you make me, Jean?" he retorted. I stood up, pointing my finger at him angrily.
"Listen here, you no good, lousy mother fu-"
"Alright, enough!" Two-Bit interrupted, standing up and pushing me back by my shoulder. Soda was standing up now too and Two-Bit had his hand on his shoulder, pushing him back as well. "Knock it off you two or I'll have to knock it out of the both of ya!" He said. Just then the front door swung open and my brother walked in, his usual over enthusiastic smiling faltering as he saw then situation we were all in right now.
"Oh, not again you guys! Can't you learn to get along?" As soon as he said that Soda and I both went off at the same time, talking about how it was the other persons fault and how annoying they are.
"Alright! Alright!" He said, throwing his hands out to emphasize his words. "Please, shut up!" He walked towards us and threw a pile of clothes at me. "Here, Lil. It's your work clothes. I noticed you didn't take them when you left." He said. He looked me over, frowning. "That's not what you went out in this morning." I sighed.
"I was walking down the street and some damn Socs drove by and ran over a puddle, splashing me and getting me soaked. I borrowed some clothes from Pony and Pop." I said. I could feel Sodas eyes shooting daggers at me at the use of his nickname and I watched my brother roll his eyes because of it. Everyone knows about the nicknames we use to piss each other off.
"Damn Socs. Do you know what they were driving?" He asked. I nodded.
"A red mustang."
"Okay. We'll have to keep an eye out for it, but right now you really need to get ready. We only have thirty minutes to get to work." He said. I nodded my head again and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my hair with a brush that I keep here then undressed from the guys' clothes, quickly pulling on my jeans. I then pulled my women's DX work shirt, buttoning it up, leaving the top two undone, just like always. I swear, it's not to show anything off, the shirt is just really tight when I have it buttoned all the way up. If I could button it all the way up I would. I hate when guys stare at my cleavage.
I walked out of the bathroom and quickly ran to the dryer, getting out my socks and jacket, leaving my other clothes in. Thank god they were dry already. I put on my socks and jacket, then threw on my DX cap. I yelled a quick bye to Two-Bit as I ran to the door and pulled on my shoes, running to get to Steve and Soda who were waiting by the gate.
"Ready?" Steve asked. I nodded, mumbling "Yep." "Good." He said, and with that, we were off to start yet another long day of work.