Tuesday

...And when I woke up, I was partly laying on James with Oliver's head on my back, his arms around me. At that moment, I wanted to stay in bed all day. I made myself comfortable against James and closed my eyes again. Within that minute, I felt Oliver move a little, his hair tickling my back at the same time. I tried not to move at all. Then I felt the brush of his lips and his arms tightened around me. I gripped James shoulder tighter than I hoped, making James' eyes flutter. He didn't open his eyes, which was good, and I sighed. I didn't want to ruin this perfect, wonderful moment of being close to the two guys I like. I can't believe it got this far though, I only met them a couple of days ago and...this happens. I'm so close to them it's like we've known each other forever. Not that I'm complaining or anything. This is probably the best time I've had all my life. I love being with James and Oliver.

"What are you thinking about?" I heard. I looked up at James and he was just staring at the canopy. I put my head back on his chest.

"Things. Nothing too important. Why? Don't tell me you have a problem with me thinking too..."

"No, I don't. But I like to hear what you're thinking." I want to move to look at him, but Oliver was quite heavy. And he had me anchored to him, so I couldn't really move at all.

"I was just thinking how we just met and we're sleeping in the same bed together, all three of us. It's kind of funny really. I'm enjoying it too." James shook with a silent laugh which made me smile. I actually had to blink back some tears. He actually wanted me to talk to him. No one else has ever wanted to listen.

"You're eyelashes are tickling me," he whispered into my hair. I closed my right eye so I wouldn't tickle him. Instead, I ran my fingernails up his stomach. It did flips, just like my mom used to do to me when I was young. He grabbed my hand before I could do it again and just held it. I entwined my fingers with his, his hand was obviously bigger than mine, but they fit so well together. What a weird thought to be running through my head...I cast it aside anyways. We laid there for what seemed like hours. Oliver on me, me on James. "I have to go to the bathroom, be right back," he soon said, slipping from under me. He walked fast, so I guessed he tried to stay as long as he possibly could. I giggled to myself and felt Oliver move a little. I tried to turn over, but I only ended up almost laying on Oliver. He switched to his other side so I was able to move. I put my arm around him and my head against his back. He wasn't really sleeping and I knew it.

"Good morning Oliver," I whispered to his back. He shifted a little.

"Morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, all night on you, I slept on a cloud." I buried my head in his back as he took my hand. He flipped to face me, my hand still in his. He kissed my forehead and held me close. This will be so hard to choose between them...and I cast that thought aside. James came into the room. He didn't say anything; he just lay back on the bed, keeping me in his arms. I was sandwiched between them, and I could feel my face grow hot. Don't ask me why, but I was blushing.

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked, whispering too.

"It's almost eight and your aunt's not up yet," James whispered back, making the hair on my back stand. Prying off James' and Oliver's hands, I sat up turning to look at them.

"Going to take me out today? I watched the news last night and it said it was going to clear up," I informed. They looked so adorable lying in bed like that. Stupid thoughts!

"Yeah, we'll take you out. It would be our pleasure to escort you to the wonderful places in Sutton Coldfield," James said, getting out of bed and bowed to me. To add to the effect, Oliver did the same.

"You two are such gentlemen. I'm so very glad to have you two around." Sarcasm was dripping like a leaky faucet here. They laughed and jumped on me.

"I'm sitting in the back," I called, shutting the door from behind me. I was able to shower beforehand, after shooing Oliver out, and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans. Along with boots, gloves, a hat, scarf, and thick jacket. Some of the snow was melting and the sun was shining.

"I'm with her!" Oliver shouted rushing to the car. James looked back at me and pouted.

"On the way back you can sit with me James," I assured, patting his shoulder. He nodded sadly and smiled, climbing into the car. As I said before, I will never get used to these cars. James drove down the road and turned left. That meant we were going into the busy part of town. It took us about ten minutes to get there and we played stupid little car games to pass the time by. The street wasn't busy at all, which meant people were in their nice warm houses watching their kids play games on their Play Station 2 and mope around the house.

"Where to first?" I asked, putting a hand in my pocket. I have one hundred pounds in my pocket; I could do a lot. I looked out the window to see a nice little store with someone shoveling outside.

"We're going to show you the place where Oliver and I hang out," James said in the front. "You're going to like it." Ooh, I wonder what it is... James turned left and there was a huge building towards the end of the road. It had a neon sign in the front, but it wasn't on.

"What is it?" I asked looking out of Oliver's window. I just realized how close his beautiful face was to mine which made me move back to my spot. He chuckled a little and opened the door. I did the same and followed James and Oliver inside.

"Oh cool! A sports bar! Do they cover everything? Like US sports along with European?" I asked, genuinely curious, even though I usually don't bother with sports.

"Yeah they have coverage for all kinds of sports. MLB, NBA, NFL all that good stuff," Oliver answered. "We usually are left alone here too, so it's like a haven here. But we have to be careful; a lot of guys tend to go after girls here."

"What, they become predators if a girl walks in?"

"Yeah, something like that." I looked around and saw at least 5 out of 15 guys look at me like I was fresh meat. James and Oliver quickly put their arms around my waist and led me to a secluded corner. "See?"

"I got cha. So, are we going to eat here? Or is there somewhere else you wish to take me?" I asked looking at the menu on the table.

"Somewhere else, but you could have a milkshake or something. Their shakes are pretty good," Oliver told me. We all ordered shakes, and man they were good. I watched a little of the Red Sox game going on the TV and got absorbed in it. James waved a hand in my face and laughed when I didn't look at him. I smiled and looked at him, raising my eyebrows to him. He smiled, shaking his head. He was so cute, adorable, any word you could think of. Maybe if he looked mischievous, he may look sexy. But, I won't say that. Oliver was cute too, looking at the TV, ready to shout with joy. I just laughed to myself, which got both their attention.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just thinking. So, where else are we going?" I asked, drinking out of my straw. I tried to make it as sexy as I could, for reasons I couldn't tell you, for I didn't know myself. I knew I had them.

"Um...well, let's see, hem," Oliver said, clearing his throat, "There's one restaurant we have to take you to, and we're going to drive by the river."

"Yeah," James agreed, watching me and the straw, "what he said." I figured I'd be nice, but I had to do more.

"That's it?" I asked again. This time I sat like a lady, brushing my leg against James' leg, he was the easiest target. He gave a small yelp as I grinned at him. "You're brother's funny." Oliver couldn't help himself; he was laughing himself into hysterics. We left shortly after to drive about a mile down the road.

There was a small little restaurant that had the best chowder I've ever tasted. I mean, it was amazing. Better than Ye Olde English in Rhode Island. Then James ordered a 'knickerbocker's glory' but Oliver didn't ask for anything.

"You're going to have a taste of the best ice cream around," James ordered with a smile. I shrugged and looked at Oliver. He seemed...forlorn. I put my head on the table so I could see his eyes; they were covered by his hair.

"What's up, Oliver?" I asked. He shifted his gaze to my eyes. A chill went down my spine, it wasn't a death glare, but it was something foreign to me.

"Nothing, my stomach is starting to hurt. That's all." He gave me a phony smile and the ice cream came. Wow, that's a lot of ice cream. Nonetheless, it looked good.

"Here," James said handing me a spoon. We dug in and it was pretty good. I wouldn't have said the best, but it was good. I helped pay the bill, although James and Oliver told me not to bother, and we left, Oliver hopping in the driver's seat, James next to me.

"Hey no one's home." I glanced into the kitchen, the living room, and up the stairs, but Auntie wasn't home. Not a peep anywhere.

"Our mum's home. I'm going to check up on her, okay?" James said, hugging me and walking out the door, closing it behind him. I was all alone with Oliver, and I intended to find out why he was sad.

"So, how come you're so quiet?" I asked him, leading him into my room. This is where we usually talked, so I thought he'd open up to me if we'd be in here.

"I'm not sad at all, just tired," he explained, sitting against the headboard. He fixed his eyes on mine, which I thought was a big mistake.

"Your eyes and body language says it all, so please stop lying and tell me." I sat next to him taking his hand. He looked down at it and sighed. He sat quietly for a few seconds, and I simply waited until he was ready. He couldn't meet my eyes at all. He looked everywhere but my eyes.

"Okay, it...feels like I've known you my whole life. And I guess, oh I don't know... "

"You like me?" I offered, reading into his behavior pretty quickly.

"I guess, but I mean, we've just met and everything, but I feel a big connection to you. You know?" He fell back into silence.

I did know, so I realized it was the little joke that got him jealous. He liked me and it was like I was hitting on his brother. What did I get myself into? To show my understanding, I kissed his cheek gently, enveloping him in a hug. I still couldn't believe it. To ruin the serenity of the moment, Oliver's cell phone rang.

*Hey, Oliver, I'm taking mum grocery shopping. I may be back at about 2:30-3. Is that alright?*

"Yeah, that's fine, tell mum I said hi."

*Okay, see you later.*

"Yep."

"What did he want?" I asked as Oliver put his cell away.

"He's taking my mum shopping. He'll be back in about an hour or so." He seemed awkward to be in my aunt's house all alone with me. Inside I smiled at myself for thinking such dirty thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing," I said taking my jacket off, I forgot to do it earlier. Oliver just grabbed me and threw me back on the bed, pinning me down. "Hey!"

"What are you thinking?" He was teasing me. He had his lips so close to mine, I couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. I supposed I was starting to have deeper feelings for him, too.

"How wet you'd be when I throw you in the pool later." I smirked at him.

"We'll see about that," he said, and began tickling me. "Because I think you're going to be the one who's wet." As I laughed hysterically, losing my breath, I pushed him off me.

"Maybe if you play your cards right, Mr. Phelps," I winked, biting my lip, "Come on; let's go play on the computer or something."

James came back like he said he would, and they were granted permission to stay as long as I met their mother. I agreed. Might as well. At first glance she seemed extremely nice. And pretty.

"Hello, dear, you must be Venna. I'm Susan," she introduced, hugging me like she knew me forever.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Phelps." I also hugged her back to show my courtesy.

"That's my mother-in-law, please, call me Susan." She, Oliver and James gave me a grand tour of the house. It surprised me because I thought their house would be huge, but it's small and homey. I liked it. Oliver's room was a bit messy, but what I could pick out were jerseys, Playstation 2 games and a soccer ball. Then in James room – his was a lot cleaner – I saw tons of CDs, jerseys and movies thrown about.

"Wow, one's messy and the other neat." James smiled and Oliver guffawed.

"I wasn't able to clean my room lately!" It doesn't mean I'm messy!" Oliver defended. James rolled his eyes, telling me he was always messy. After talking in the kitchen for awhile, we went back to my aunt's. We went to bed shortly after.