Monday
I woke up to something heavy on me. Groggily, I felt around to see what it was, when I felt skin, my eyes popped open and I sat up. It was only James' chest and he was sleeping on my leg. Oliver was next to me sleeping peacefully. I laid myself back sighing. No way was I going to get out of bed with that much weight on my leg. I poked him, I nudged him, I was about to kiss his cheek when he moved off my leg. I got out of bed and checked the clock. Good, I had plenty of time to make breakfast for Auntie. It was her birthday. I tried waking up Oliver, but he was out. Oh well, I'll be able to make them pay later. I rushed down stairs and quietly got to work. I was working on hash browns when Oliver came into the kitchen.
"Morning," he said, ruffling his hair a little. He looked me up and down and added, "I didn't know you wore those." I had a tank top on and little boxer shorts. They were comfortable so I liked them.
"Well, now you know, and you can help me. Keep an eye on the bacon. You may want to put something on, the grease can burn." He looked at his bare chest and nodded, scampering up the stairs, coming back down with a Green Day t-shirt.
"Happy Birthday, Auntie!" I exclaimed, opening my arms wide showing her the table full of food.
"You cooked this for me? Aw, you didn't have to..." she said looking at the table. She sat down and started to dig in. I anticipated James to be coming down the stairs, but he wasn't.
"I'll be back; I'm going to wake James up," I annunciated walking out of the kitchen. In my room, he was sprawled out at the foot of the bed. I snickered to myself then jumped on the bed. "Wake up! Wake up! There's food on the table waiting for you." But absolutely no response from him. "James?" I asked, putting my face closer to his ear. "Food, waiting for you, my lovely," I whispered. He slowly turned onto his back with our faces only about three inches apart.
"Huh?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. I smiled down at him. I watched his pupils expand and he bit his lip.
"Yummy food is on the table getting colder as you lay here and then you keep me from eating because I'm trying to wake you up and-"
"Okay," he interrupted in annoyance, putting his hand on my mouth. I glared at him and walked back down the stairs. I wasn't waiting for him. I dug in and James came down about three minutes later. We all ate in silence until Auntie said she'd be hanging out with her friends all day. She was about to take her plate, but I told her we would be taking care of that.
"We?" Oliver asked raising an eyebrow.
"You know it," I said smiling, "I need some help, you know." I washed the dishes, Oliver wiped them and James put them away. It went pretty quickly with everyone pitching in.
"Here is my house key in case you decide to go out somewhere. Sheryl is waiting outside for me. You can take the car." And she left.
James went back upstairs to go to sleep after I got my book. He fell into my bed; he couldn't sleep in his. I was about to sit on the couch in the living room, but Oliver dragged me downstairs into the basement.
"Want to read with me?" I asked as he pulled me onto the couch. He nodded and I opened my book. "Want me to read it to you too?" He nodded his head. "Are you going to say something?"
"Does answering you with a question work?" he asked as I took my bookmark out. I rolled my eyes at him and sat more comfortably. If he was going to be childish, then screw him.
"You can read it next to me. We did well on the plane, didn't we?" He pushed over closer to me and read a lot. I liked that moment because we were quiet and close, plus, well, it was just us. When I finished a chapter I finally noticed Oliver's arm around me. I really get into books. I looked up at him and he pulled me closer. We stopped at the part where Tally and David were together at night. He looked at me with a very foreign expression on his face. Not once in my life have I seen anything like it. He slowly came closer and gently placed his lips on mine. The hair at the back of my neck stood on end. I never thought I'd actually feel this way. Even though it only lasted for five seconds, it was a wonderful five seconds.
I marked my book unwillingly then we went upstairs. I went back into my bedroom to see James still sleeping on my bed. Just like with Oliver. What's so special about my bed? I randomly looked out the window and what do I see? Snow, more and more snow...like we need more, right? I looked back at my bed and James' eyes are moving. I quietly went to him and clamped his nose shut. He moved his head, opening his mouth to breathe.
"Geez, Venna, why'd you have to do that?" James asked, rubbing his nose. I laughed and Oliver came up.
"What happened? Did I miss something good?" he asked me, jumping onto my bed. Well, everyone else was on my bed, so why wasn't I? I jumped onto my bed, jumping on James in the process. There we were talking and laughing on my bed like good friends should. In my opinion, it was a lot of fun.
"So are we going anywhere today? Or is there too much snow on the ground?" I asked to James and Oliver. They shrugged and I turned back to the window. I wanted to go outside in the snow, maybe make a snowman. Oh well, I'm going anyways. I rushed to my dresser and changed into something warmer and put my hat on. I took my gloves and scarf and brought them down with me.
"Are you going outside?" Oliver called, still confused on my bed.
"No, I'm about to take a shower! I'm bored. If you want to come make a snowman with me, hurry up." I slipped my gloves on and twisted my scarf around my neck. I was soooo ready to tackle the snow. "Are-" They both came all dressed and ready to go. I smiled and walked out the door.
"Hey, Oliver," James called. When Oliver looked to him, James threw a snowball at him. In the middle of making our snowman, we had a big snowball fight. I was hit at least five times compared to the fifteen times for James and ten for Oliver.
I finished the snowman and walked inside. It was noon, so we were outside for an hour. We each stripped to a t-shirt and pants and hung up the wet clothes on a hook. I decided to make lunch and watch a movie. Auntie had some tuna fish in the cabinet, so I made a melt. Cheese and tuna on toast. Yummy. James and Oliver wanted one so, I made them one as well. I popped in a movie and we watched it. I felt like I was going to fall asleep.
I sighed, "I hate monkeys," to no one in particular in a very random sort of fashion.
"What did the monkeys do to you?" James asked, not missing a beat. He smiled and sat on the couch next to me, Oliver sat on the other side.
"I don't know, maybe tomorrow if it clears we'll be able to take you out," Oliver said, putting his arm around me, kind of pulling me into a hug.
"We'll keep you un-bored, just come upstairs with us," James said, hugging me too, but picking me up at the same time. I took the statement wrong.
"AAH! RAPE!" I yelled, trying to cling onto Oliver. We all laughed, but we were still going upstairs on my bed yet again. I guess it was really comfortable. We talked for a long time. They brought up their alien counterparts again. I mocked them in their own accents. They mocked me in mine.
"Venna, truth or dare," Oliver asked me, looking up into my eyes while lying on his side, his head propped up on his arm. I opened my eyes in shock, what was I going to say? I didn't know him well enough to neither guess what kind of dare he'd make me do, nor what question he'd get out of me. Uh-oh.
"Um...truth," I answered. He seemed to be thinking about his question, but really he already knew it.
"Who do you like more, James or me?" Not only did the question jolt me out of my reverie, it scared me how calm he was about it. I didn't know how to answer him, I didn't want to say something wrong and have one or the other not speak to me for the rest of my life. It'd kill me to lose them.
"...For the sake of my mentality, and your emotional health, neither." James was about to say something like no-you-have-to-choose, but I put my hand up. "Let me explain. I can't choose between you two, and I wouldn't want to. You're both really nice and caring and have other little differences that make you unique. But I just can't think of who would be better than the other, you know? Plus, I love you both," I ended with a smile. "So, James, truth or dare."
"Yummy!" James exclaimed as he dug into his bowl of chowder. I found it in Auntie's food closet and decided to make it. I added a little paprika to add a little more flavor. I had to agree with James, yummy.
It was about 5:30. Like I said, we talked a lot.
"So are you really serious about taking me out tomorrow?" I asked to Oliver, since he brought it up earlier. He finished chewing then swallowed quickly.
"Yeah, we'll take you to the good places. We know quite a bit."
"Should I dress up?" I asked with a grin on my face.
"Nothing fancy," James answered.
"Would you like to dress me?" I asked, trying to be as serious as possible.
"Sure," they said together. I laughed as they did and finished eating. At first we were just sitting on the couch, trying to think of things to do. I caught myself looking outside and it was snowing again, but not terribly like yesterday. Just a light dusting.
"If this keeps up, I won't be able to go home!" I said, still staring out the window.
"Doesn't bother us..." Oliver said for the both of them. James nodded and I looked back to the window. I felt a sudden urge to move around. Not just walking around. But that's what I had to do first. I left the boys behind and looked for a good spot to clear and just...dance, so I settled near the pool area. It was getting much darker now, so I lit the pool up and it looked really cool. I cleared a little area where some chairs were and ran upstairs into my room. I grabbed my MP3 and its base and ran back to the pool. I plugged it in and some great dance music started to play. I guess it piqued James' and Oliver's interest because they came in as I started dancing. I did some sweet moves, I must say, and you know what they did? They laughed at me.
"Why don't you come and dance? Show me your moves!" James said something to Oliver I couldn't hear, and he nodded and moved over to me. Dancing really close. Dirty dancing contest? Don't know. But, man did Oliver know how to dance. He was sexy and EVERYTHING! James was the same, but he danced a lot closer to me. Not that I complained. I went with it and had a blast. Then I made James fall into the pool.
"Ah," I sighed, back in the tub and chillin' like a villain. It was so relaxing and great.
"Hey, Venna, can I come in?" James asked, knocking first.
"I'm covered by bubbles, so I'm good." He came in quietly, suspiciously, and sat on the tub. I turned to him and it was like he was trying to part the bubbles with his eyes.
"And why are you in here?" I asked. I knew he wasn't here just to try to look at my bare skin.
"I want to tell you...we're not pressuring you to like either of us. It's your choice entirely. And when you said that, I was...glad you thought of that. I mean we both like you too. We just don't want to lose you because one of us got jealous or some sort," he explained calmly. I felt drawn to his honesty and his sincerity.
"James, I have a question before you leave. On a scale of one through ten, how well do you think you kiss?"
"No doubt about it, but I'd give myself a twenty," he said, grinning, then pecked my lips bravely before walking out the door. I found myself to be touching my lips. Two minutes later, Oliver walked in. No knock or anything.
"Hello sir," I greeted, expecting him to say something brilliant, but he only took his shirt off and slipped in on the other side of me. "Um, hello?"
"Hello," he replied with a smile. Adorable. But why act cute when I'm naked and he's in the same tub as me?
"So," I started, moving a little closer to him, "Why are you in here?" I tried to say it as seductively as I could.
"Just keeping you company..." he shot back, twice as seductive. He moved farther than I did so we were almost touching.
"Hey James!" I shouted, "Want to come join us?" His head popped in the door and a smile grew on his face.
I was capable of keeping them at a distance, but they were trying to get close to me. So I made a compromise.
"If nobody touches any inappropriate parts of me, I'll let you both sleep in my bed, with me," I added quickly. That kept them away. And they got out and handed me a towel so I could cover myself. I had to walk to my room to change, since I keep forgetting my pajamas – I should probably try to remember that, since they seem to be serious about "female bodily exploration". I put on a green tank and boy shorts that said sexy on the back. My friend got them for me, and I still don't know her reasoning. I lay on my bed for awhile before I called the boys in. James laid to my left, Oliver to my right. I fell asleep with them keeping some space...