I rolled over, hit the alarm clock I thought had blasted me awake, nothing, still a loud as shit noise. I roll to the other side, crack an eye open ever so slowly, the culprit, well culprits, should I say. I see Andy and Jeff, air horn in hands. I should've known that fruit loop boy had something to do with it. I rolled back over, facing away from then, and groaned.
"Come on Squirt, get your ass up, I've been up since 6:30" Said the person who knew damn well I'd been up earlier, just pushing my buttons.
"Oi, trespasser, get out of my" I took a breath before yelling "ROOM"
"Trespasser, I don't think so, see Andy here invited me in" I groaned I was definitely gonna have to kill Andy, but at least fruit loop was keeping his word, he wasn't treating me any different, or by the looks of it at least hadn't told Andy.
"Is it true Rainy Day?" Andy asked, no wait, he had…dammit Jeff Hardy.
"Is what true Cotton Candy?" I asked, emphasising the nickname he hates.
"Don't call me that"
"You started it"
"Anyway is it true that you and Jeff had coffee this morning?" Either Jeff had told him and this was Andy's way of seeing if it were true, or he had just said something about coffee.
"Why would Jeff tell you something like that?" I asked, forgetting for a minute that he was in the room.
"Because Elsie dear, Andy here thought you had been sleeping soundly until 2pm. So I merely corrected him." Jeff came back into the conversation.
"Does Aunty K know?" say exactly what was on my mind.
"Not that we know of. I think she thinks you finally had jet lag" Andy said, I was finally thankful for the twenty-three hour flight I had had the day before.
"Good that's how it stays" I said, finally rolling back over to look at the duo.
"You're giving us commands? Don't think so kiddo," Andy said, glancing at Jeff who nodded. "We won't tell, IF you come back to the motocross course with us."
"Fine Andy, but for the record I am not doing any jumps or anything, I'm just watching, ok?" I asked, fearful of their answer.
"Ok, today you just watch" Jeff answered. Phew, I got out of it for today.
"Right, now piss off so I can get dressed" I said.
"Language much?" Jeff exclaimed almost appalled.
"Australian much. It's like slang there, not offensive to like anyone" I replied, Andy nodded.
"Righto then, I'm going to go make you some coffee, I don't want to see you on the course without any in your system" Jeff said.
"Aww man, that would be like suicidal if we did that to ourselves" Andy joked along with Jeff…at my expense. I rolled off the bed, being too lazy to just get up. Found a pair of jeans, remembering how cold it was I opted for thicker ones, instead of my usual skinnies, grabbed a tight fitting shirt, to show off my curves that read, Only in your imagination. Grabbed that hoodie that Jeff gave me, not actually having any winter jumpers. Being the complete Bogan I am I left mine on the plane.
I walked to the kitchen; hoodie zipped all the way up, and baggy as ever. When I walked into the kitchen to grab my promised coffee, Andy's eyes bugged out.
"What?"
"Dude you gave her merch?" Andy asked Jeff completely ignoring me, but by his question it is completely obvious that he's jealous of my hoodie.
"Dude it was like freezing this morning, she didn't have anything on"
"WHAT?" Andy roared.
"Hello dip shit, what? You think I'm gonna go outside nude? Hell no, I was in my boxers and baggy shirt." I replied after I had rolled my eyes at Jeff's stupidity.
"Oh right, nothing warm on"
"Exactly. We going?" Jeff asked.
"No"
"What, why not squirt?"
"Because Skittles, you haven't given me my friggin coffee yet." Jeff handed me a cup of coffee, which I gratefully accepted, and drank in a gulp.
"There, coffee's drunk, now lets get out of here." Jeff walked out the kitchen door; clearly he knew the house better that I did already. Andy followed him, but I stayed put, Andy looked at me, then cleared his throat. Jeff turned around, seeing I still in the kitchen he came back towards me; here the we had a deal speech. Great. I stood with my arms folded in wait, but instead of talking he picked me right up off the ground and slung me over his shoulder. Great, no lecture just my neighbours ass in front of my face. I could live with this, back home if I was this close to my neighbours ass I would be dead, but when the neighbour is as hot as this boy, I can live with it.
"What was with the Skittles before anyway?" Jeff asked as I was staring at his ass.
"What's with the squirt" I retaliated.
"It's true, you're a squirt, and you said not to call you Elsie so I wanted a nickname just for me" Jeff rationalised. "Now what's with Skittles?"
"Have you not seen your hair lately?" I asked, his newly dyed purple and red hair glistening in the afternoon light.
"Do you like it?" Jeff asked me.
"It's very different, but then again I've know you all of what a day. Anyway, your hair is a million different colours, and so are the flavours of skittles, and you said last night they were you favourite food group, so I gave you the nickname so I had one just for me."
"Makes sense then."
"Yep yep" we went back to the comfortable silence where I stared at his ass, until suddenly I was brought out of my ass-staring trance, and brought over his shoulder and placed gently on the ground.
We had made it to Jeff's shed, Andy had his trusty skateboard and Jeff was looking at his key ring the key to the shed. After like thirty seconds of nothing he gave up, reaching down to this flower by the door and just picking it up, fake flower in pot, then he picked up a flower out of the pot. Clearly boy, not under the doormat like most people. He opened the door and entered, as Andy followed, curious I went in too. In his shed, Jeff had like a billion different bikes. He had like five quads, three or four Ducati's a Harley or two, like sic pocket bikes and like three bmx's. Andy dropped his board, either in excitement or shock, Jeff went and picked it up.
"What's your vehicle of choice Ands?" Jeff asked. It became clear to me that Jeff was using the board and Andy was using one of Jeff's beasties.
"So how long is Aunty K gone for Andy?" I asked as I had placed the pieces together.
"She went to work, she has the bitch shift. 1pm till 3am." Shit poor Aunty K.
"What about Dan? Where's he?" I asked, realising I hadn't seen him since they picked me up.
"Dan's at a school decathlon or something like that."
"Why aren't you there?" I asked.
"Didn't wanna go watch"
"Not what I meant"
"Si, please, we've had this convo too many times ok. Just let me have some fun."
"Alright Andy, I'm sorry."
"It's ok. Now let's go have some fun" he replied having made his choice, a black and red 125cc quad.
"Nice choice dude, that's one of my favs. Just watch the breaks, you gotta let into them or you'll go over top." Jeff warned Andy, who hopefully was listening.
"You sure you don't want a go Squirt?"
"I'm good"
"Alright then, come 'ere then" I followed Jeff over to a massive log, and sat down. "Comfy?" Jeff asked.
"Yep. Go have fun." I said before he could ask any more questions.
Andy and Jeff got right into each other's babies' as Andy referred to them. Andy was actually taking to Jeff's quad better than Jeff was to Andy's board. Jeff stacked it like fifteen times; Andy only went over the handlebars once.
Within half an hour of watching them, I unzipped my, well Jeff's hoodie half way to show my shirt underneath. Jeff glanced over to me and stacked it again. This last one was pretty bad though, he landed on his left shoulder/upper arm, and it was a pretty gross sight I must say. That was it for him, because I said so. I ran over to him to help him up and off the track. Andy rode to us, and that was it for the day. We walked back to Jeff's house, on the way there, Jeff and I had fallen behind Andy.
"You know I crashed because of you right?" Jeff said.
"Me? How was it my fault?" I asked, hurt.
"Well not you, your body" Jeff said, great here we go again.
"Mr Hardy, I believe you checked out my rack this morning" I said, as I remembered how cold it had been.
"Yea, but your shirt, come on. You must know about me right." He said.
"Yea, you're my neighbour. You wrestle, have a championship match Monday" and in an undertone I added. "And you're a fantastic kisser"
"You're not too bad yourself" SHIT he heard me…"But my property. I call it Imag-I-nation. You didn't know?"
"No"
"Well, you're in my Imag-I-nation. So does that mean what I think it does." Jeff said, I was unsure to his intentions behind it was, I think he was just having a go, but his expression wasn't readable.
"Great, almost eighteen years of faithful shirts and my favourite one fail me. I'm not going to stand for this." I said as I completely undid the hoodie, handing it to Jeff, who gave me a 'are you serious' look. I rolled my eyes. "It says only in your imagination, I'm clearly in your Imag-I-nation, so I need to fix something." I said, before pulling the shirt over my head leaving me in my black and purple bra.
"I thought you were going to fix the problem, that just made the lines between imagination and reality a whole lot worse" Jeff said looking at my fairly toned stomach.
"Clearly I am not longer allowing you ANYTHING in your imagination" I said as I made a grab for my, the hoodie, but he held it out of my reach. "Come on Skittles, it's fucking cold, please can I have the hoodie back?"
"I'm having more fun like this though" Jeff replied.
"You're so mean." I said before I ran over to him, only to have him run away, still holding the hoodie. "Hardy give me the hoodie I'm freezing" I had stopped chasing him and was sitting with my legs bent, and my arms around my legs, trying to use some non existent body warmth, but my teeth still decided to chatter.
"Oh shit, sorry squirt, quick put the hoodie on" I obliged almost immediately. "Come here, I'm sorry" he said as he opened his arms so I could hug him. I stood up and gave him a hug, feeling his warmth spread through me like fire. This couldn't be entirely body warmth could it?
He started walking towards his house, I really didn't want to so I stayed still, he lifted my feet off the ground and still hugging me carried me back to his house. Him holding me, and my shirt. As we walked into his kitchen, Andy was going through Jeff's fridge, I'm guessing for a drink. When Jeff shut the door, Andy turned and for a second looked like a wombat caught in headlights, before turning a dangerous shade of red.
"What the fuck? Did why do you have her shirt…and her?" Andy, having taken on his over protective role asked Jeff.
"Andy, please calm down okay. Nothing happened I promise." I said hoping in between Jeff and Andy.
"Bull, if nothing happened then how the fuck did he end up with your shirt?" Andy asked still angry.
"Andy, please, it was a joke, his property is Imag-I-Nation. So he was giving me a hard time because of what my shirt says" I gulped and looked at Jeff for my own verification of what I had just said. "And so I took it off, under my hoodie and threw it at him" I lied, well only the last part. Andy looked at Jeff for his confirmation, and I raised my eyebrows as if to threaten agree.
"Yea bro, didn't see a thing" Andy relaxed a great deal at the sound of this. Too bad it's not true.
"Skittles, let's go get your arm cleaned up a little" I said, using it as an excuse to leave the room.
"Only if you'll watch a movie with me after"
"Great, now you're holding me hostage."
"Pretty much" Jeff and I left hand in hand to take care of his arm. If only he knew how I felt when he simply touched me. I blame my dream, I swear that's part of the reason I like him. Did I say that? Must've. After he was patched up, we sat in his lounge room, Andy went home to have a shower and get changed, luckily for me he had a date tonight, he said he'd leave a note for Aunty K saying where I was if I fell asleep.
We were about to start watching The Simpson's movie; I swear Jeff is really eighteen trapped in a twenty-four year olds body. The movie was about to start when the doorbell rang. I looked at Jeff questioningly. Great this is where I look like a fool because his girlfriend comes in. Jeff shrugged, and went to the door.
Five minutes later Jeff and this other guy came back in the room. Trying to be polite and not eavesdrop I started watching the movie without Jeff and I had lay down on his couch, engrossed in the movie. I didn't notice them, but when Jeff lay behind me I jumped like a meter in the air. Jeff and the guy just laughed at me.
"Squirt, I'd like you to meet…"