Page 29 of Purgatory
“Oh my God, I’m back agaaaainn- ah.” I do a little dance as I turn off the water to the shower. "Everybody" byBackstreet Boys is blasting from my headphones, which is connected to this sweet battery powered CD player we found. I could always just use the iPod I have but, number one? Gotta charge it. Such a pain in the ass. Number two? Even though this house is completely self-electrified with the solar panels and all other knick-knacks and paddywacks Jax has powering this biotch, sometimes nostalgia is just worth it. I leave the shower and strut into my bedroom in search of some sweatpants. Grey ones... ‘cause duh.
Am I original? Damn straight.
Am I the only one for Aly? I fucking hope so. But after I saw how Cole responded to her when she first woke up? And how she had that spicy as fuck dream?Oh yes, Doc… give it to me!Eh... probably not. But if I have to fight Cole for her affection, then I guess that’s ok. Cole’s a decent guy and if I can see myself in some sort of menage situation, I could imagine worse possibilities than Doc.
Am I sexier than a Marine in silky PT shorts? Fuck yeah! Bringing sexy back all up in this bitch... wait... that’s... whatever... moving on!
I do a little turn before I dig into my top drawer, find some grey sweatpants and put them on. Damn, I am feeling great. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good. And the only thing I can attribute that to is Aly. Alessandra? No. We kissed. I can give her a nickname. Pet name too. It's in the rules.
Aly. Gah, she is just full of surprises. Andher smile? She’d give Helen of Troy a run for her money. Of course, I’ve never met Helen, but it wouldn’t matter, Aly beats her, hands down. She is just beautiful, inside and out. And she doesn’t even realize it. Just thinking back to the lake and holding her in my arms. The feel of her soft body pressed tightly to mine and the touch of her lips as we kissed. I can still feel it. Burning into me and lighting up my soul like fireworks. And not the cheap little roman candle waste of money ones. More like the big BOOM BOOM BANG KACHOW ones. All kinds of glittery awesomeness.
I head out of my room and weightlessly glide down the stairs to the kitchen where Jax is. He’s at the island whipping up some salad. I turn towards the counter, grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot and sighing to myself at the taste.
“Mmmm, that’s some good, spicy bean juice.”
Jax looks my way, suddenly abandoning the cutting board to pin me with an inquisitive stare. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I take another sip, exaggerating the moan of contentment after I swallow. “I said... that’s some good, spicy bean juice.” I say it with an obnoxious, over the top Italian accent complete with the hand motions.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He looks to me and then to the cup.
“Ugh.” I point to the cup. “This is spicy bean juice.”
“Uh... no, that’s coffee in your cup. Your concussions are starting to show, bro.” Jax says playfully. I laugh and put my hands out, gesturing in my explanation.
“Ok. Ok. Ok. Hear me out. Coffee... comes from beans.” I say it like it’s an epiphany and Jax just stands there waiting for the punch line with a stone-face look about him. When he doesn’t say anything, I continue.
“And.... it’s hot... as in spicy....” He still isn’t getting it.
“Coffee is from beans that steep in water making it bean juice and it’s hot therefore it’s spicy bean juice...”
He stares at me a few seconds longer. I think the gerbils in his head died cause his brain doesn’t seem like it’s working right now. Just then, his eye ticks and he throws his arms up in frustration.
“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard! And I once had a guy tell me that pebbles are just baby boulders! Where in the fuck do you get this shit?!” He shakes his head and laughs. I know my shenanigans can be ridiculous at the best of times but this is one hill I will die on.
Coffee= spicy bean juice.
“Hey, not everyone is as bright as I am. Don’t worry, I’m sure you have some qualifying attributes to bring to the table too.” I coax him.
“What table?” He looks around. “Who, the fuck, is going to agree with that bullshit?” He says laughingly before returning to his task of cutting up vegetables.
“Easy. The woman of my dreams, of course.” I give him a smile and tilt my head. I might still be riding the high of being with Aly today but the notion ofpossibilityis front and center in my brain and I am loving it. Hope and possibility and a fucking future to look forward to, rather than this steady, monotonous bullshit we’re finding ourselves in lately. It’s like we’re stuck walking on a treadmill with no end in sight. Always moving but never getting anywhere. Shit’s frustrating as hell but after my time with Aly it seems like I’m finally able to jump off the treadmill I’ve been stuck on and run a course I choose for once. Now that’s a liberating thought and it feels fuckinggood.
Jax shakes his head at my declaration. “Yea, ok.”
“You’ll see.”
I toss my ass up onto the counter just to fuck with him. He hates when people mess up his space while he’s at it.
“So, what's cookin’ good lookin’?”
He stops cutting cucumbers and lifts an eyebrow in my direction. Turning the knife over and pointing that and his other hand at the cutting board, he gives a“Seriously? What does it look like”look. It makes me laugh.
“Ok, Ok, anything I can help with?”
He turns and scans the room, nodding towards the cupboards.
“Yea, go ahead and set the table, everything will be done in a few minutes. Dinner plates and salad bowls for this.” Pointing to the veggies in front of him.
