Fake Reflection

“Have you gotten your call yet?” Shane asked as he closed up another packed box. It’s been two days since they got their assignment, and have been spending those two days helping each other pack. “Not yet,” Kimmie said carrying a full box from her bedroom, “You?” she asked dropping the box next to him. “Nope.” he said pausing as a chuckle slipped him, “Guess we can’t blow the fucking interview if we don’t even get called.” he said mocking Kevin. Kimmie smiled and shook her head, “I’m going to be pissed if we did all this work,” she said raising her brow, and motioning around with a finger at all the packed boxes, “For nothing.” she finished. “I hear that.” Shane sighed out looking around. “The resume was pretty impressive. It does have to go through the mail.” she said. Shane slightly nodded in agreement. “What name did they give you?” he asked as he headed for the kitchen. “Oh my God dude,” she started, following him, “Jena Richards. Could they have made me sound anymore like a porn star?” she asked with a chuckle taking a beer Shane handed her. “Yea well at least it’s not Micah Jarrett,” he said taking a swig of his beer, “Who comes up with this shit?” he said letting out a loud belch. “Nice.” Kimmie chuckled before heading back to the living room.

She didn’t want to leave her house on the beach, but she knew it would still be here when she got back. At least Jasper gets to come with her. Shane and her will have to pretend they don’t know each other. Unless they can some how “make friends” while working there, they won’t be able to hang out as much. Can’t risk being caught. She wasn’t really looking forward to that either. She let out a sigh, and plopped down on the couch. Shane jumped over the back, joining her, and Jasper nudged his way between them. “Why do I always get the ass end.” Shane grumbled when the dog rested his head in Kimmie’s lap, and his butt on Shane. “He likes the way you scratch it.” she said, scratching his back a little. “He likes farting in my face, is what he likes.” he said scratching Jasper on the back side. “Maybe if you didn’t scratch him so well, he wouldn’t be so relaxed and fart in your face.” Kimmie said with a slight giggle.

Their phones interrupted them, and they looked at each other before pulling them out of their pockets. “Is it the same number?” Kimmie asked showing Shane her phone. “No.” he said showing her his. “Ima go in the bedroom.” she said standing, and walking quickly to her room. She closed the door, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before answering the phone. “Hello.” she said, surprising herself at how calm she sounded. “Hi,” a woman’s voice came through, “I’m calling for Jena Richards.” the woman said. Her voice was friendly, and you could tell she was probably smiling. “You got her.” Kimmie said. “Awesome. I’m calling from Sevenfold Incorporated to schedule an interview for you for our housekeeping staff.” she stated. Kimmie couldn’t help but smile at how friendly the woman sounded. She wondered if it was Synderella. “Great, when?” she asked. “Monday morning. A car will pick you up at 9:30 a.m.” the woman told her. “I’m sorry did you say a car will pick me up?” Kimmie asked. She knew that wasn’t something potential employers do. “Yes. I don’t know if you will be hired, and I’m not giving you the address over the phone.” These people are smart, Kimmie thought to herself. “Okay. I’ll be ready, and waiting.” she said. “Wonderful. I’ll see you then.” the woman said. “Wait,” Kimmie said stopping her from hanging up, “What’s your name? So I know who to ask for.” she said. She could hear the smile in the woman’s voice as she spoke, “I’ll see you Monday.” was all she heard before the line went dead.

Kimmie frowned down at the call ended on the screen. Who the hell doesn’t give a name? Why the hell are they being so mysterious about things. She ran her fingers through her hair, and stuck the phone back in her pocket. With a sigh, she walked out of her bedroom, and into the living room to see Shane with the same look, staring at his phone. “Was it them?” Kimmie asked taking her seat next to him again. “Yea. Dude wouldn’t give me a name.” he said looking at her. “Neither would the chick I talked to.” she told him. “When’s your interview?” he asked. “Car is picking me up at 9:30 Monday,” she said looking at him confused, “Who sends a car?” she asked with amused wonder. “I don’t know, but mine will be picking me up at 10:30.” he told her. “What the hell are we getting into?” she asked him a little nervous. What kind of things could these people be into that they won’t give names, and addresses? The physical and background check wasn’t unusual, but who does facial recognition? Kimmie didn’t even think that the FBI did facial recognition during their hiring process.

Shane let out a heavy sigh, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I don’t know,” he started running a hand through his hair, “But I say we don’t think about it right now,” he said standing, “We got four days before the interviews, I say we get some pizza and more beer, and veg out the rest of the night.” he said with a grin. She smiled up at him in agreement. They weren’t going to get many more opportunities to hang out for awhile. Might as well enjoy it while they can. “Great! I’ll go get pizza and beer,” he said walking to the door, “You go shower, cause damn girl I can smell you all the way over here.” he said with a chuckle, shutting the door behind him just as she threw a magazine. “Dick.” she grumbled to herself with a smile. Kimmie furrowed her brow, and sniffed herself. “I don’t stink.” she mumbled. She knew he was messing with her, but she would always end up letting it get to her. “Shane you asshole!” she yelled to no one as she made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Kimmie let out a curse when her door bell rang as she stepped out of the shower. She quickly wrapped her white bathrobe around herself, and started to towel dry her hair as she made her way to the front door. “I’m coming!” she yelled when the bell rang again. Tossing the towel onto a packed box, she opened the door, anger instantly flashing in her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she snapped. “I wanted to see you.” Kevin told her. “Yea, well here I am, goodbye.” she said with a little sass, and a fake half smile before trying to close the door. “Kimmie wait.” he said wedging his foot between the fame and door, keeping her from closing it. She flung the door open, the irritation and anger clear on her face. “What?!” She asked irritated, crossing her arms over her chest. Kevin took a step back from the fuming woman. “Look Kimmie, I’m sorry,” he started causing an instant eye roll from her, “Seeing you the other day just got me thinking about you and the mistake I made.” he said taking a step closer to her. She let out a huff, “A mistake I won’t let you make again.” she said taking a step back inside, and finally slamming the door in his face.

Kevin let out a frustrated sigh, and knocked on the door. “Kimmie please talk to me!” he yelled through the closed door. “Go away asshole!” he heard her yell back. “Kimmie come on!” he said, knocking again. “I believe she told you to go away.” Shane said with warning behind him. Kevin turned, narrowing his eyes at the man holding a case of beer, and a large pizza. “You gonna make me?” he asked low taking a few steps towards him. “If you didn’t learn the last time, I can give you another lesson.” Shane offered with a smirk. Kevin grimaced a little at the memory. Shane did a number on him after he found out what he did. “Go ahead. I’ll have your job so fucking quick, you’ll be living under a bridge by next week.” Kevin challenged getting in Shane’s face. “What job?” he asked not backing down, “Shane Halifax doesn’t exist.” he said with an evil grin. Kevin returned his smirk, and cocked his head to the side. “Still humping her leg like a horny dog I see.” Kevin said knowing just how to get under Shane’s skin. “Just stay the fuck away from her.” Shane said moving past him, bumping his shoulder hard. He had to walk away, or end up having to go get more pizza because he shoved this one down Kevin’s throat. “When are you going to realize she’ll never love you like you want her too.” Kevin called out to him as he walked away. “Fuck off douche bag!” Shane hollered back before walking into the house.

Shane walked into the living room to find Kimmie channel surfing. She was in a tank and pajama pants now. A smirk crossed his face when he noticed her hair was wet. “I see you showered.” he said kind of cocky placing the pizza on the coffee table, and the beer on the floor before sitting next to her. She playfully glared at him. “Thank you for that. I didn’t know how much longer I could handle the stench.” he said feigning appreciation. “Shut the fuck up,” she chuckled smacking him on the arm, “Ass.” she grumbled flipping open the pizza box. Shane let out a chuckle, and grabbed the case of beer before standing, and heading to the kitchen. He wasn’t going to bring up what happened with Kevin. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. It’s been five years since it happened, and she’s since moved on. He put the case in the fridge, and grabbed two out before closing it. Shane wasn’t afraid to admit he had deeper feelings for her than she did him, and he was okay with that. As long as she was in his life, he didn’t care how. He grabbed two paper plates, and made his way back to the living room. He handed Kimmie a plate, and sat down throwing a piece on his. She cuddled into him, and he wrapped an arm around her. No, he wasn’t going to bring it up. It was just about them tonight.

Notes

Sorry for the wait, *cough*Kimmie*cough* ;)