There is a beeping sound coming from the kitchen, so I use this as an excuse to turn and walk away.
“Go to the living room and get comfortable!” I shout over my shoulder. “Brook said she needs her fix of Isaiah, so we’re watching Teen Wolf.”
“You are such geeks.”
I don’t let her comment bother me. “And I guess you are stuck with us.”
* * *
Derek:What do you have to do to join a girl’s night?
Amelia:Be a girl for starters.
Derek:Ah, shit. I like my man parts like they are.
Derek:Would it help if I pretend to be a girl? I think I can even come up with a wig or something.
Amelia:Sorry. Can’t do.
Derek:What do girls do when they have a girl’s night?
Amelia:Watch TV and eat junk food.
Derek:What about sexy Pj’s and pillow fights?
Amelia:Seriously? Does everything have to be sexual for you guys?
Derek:Nobody can blame me.
Derek:Now all I can think about is you in some sexy Pj’s jumping around the bed.
Amelia:You are crazy.
Derek:Never tried to deny it.
“What’s making you smile like that?”
Jeanette’s voice returns me to my living room. She didn’t even bother with moving her eyes from the screen. That’s how transfixed she is with the show. And we are the geeks. Yeah, right.
“It’s Derek.”
“Ugh, figures.”
I look at those two, left without words. They are both staring at the screen, so how in their ever-loving minds would they know what I’m doing or who am I talking to?
“How do you know?” I question crossing my arms over my chest in, hopefully, a defying stance.
“You are blushing.”
“And you were giggling,” Brook adds to Jeanette’s observation. “You giggle only when you are nervous or around him.”
Are they right? Am I that obvious?
“Well, you finish each other’s sentences now, so I guess you are growing soft on each other.”
The look they share is nothing short of filled with disgust. Each of them scoots more to her side of the couch, leaving the place between them wide open for me to slide in.
I put my hands on the back of the couch and over their shoulders pulling them closer together.