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Almost Easy

Chapter Seven: Cat and Mouse

The sun bore through my windows, ripping my brain apart inside my skull. I groaned, tossing my arm over my head to shield my tired eyes.
But my hand hit a structure. Startled, I jolted awake.
I’d been sleeping with my head between Jimmy’s legs, Brian sitting upright at the other end, holding my small feet. They were both still snoozing, unaware of my sudden wake.
It took a second to recollect what had gone on the night before—my mind was awfully fuzzy. There were slices of pizza strewn around on my floor—an open box sat comfortably on my coffee table.
My head was pounding. I rubbed at my temples to try and soothe the pain—it only made it angrier.
I peeled Jimmy’s right leg off of me as gently as I could manage. He stirred but didn’t wake.
With elf-like steps, I tip-toed to the bathroom, closing the door quietly. Immediately, I pounced on my medicine cabinet, searching desperately for something to soothe the throbbing in my skull.
I swallowed three tiny blue pills, washing them down with water from the tap. My back was tense from the awkward sleeping position I’d found myself in all night.
What time is it?
I pulled the bathroom door back open and crept into my bedroom; I peeked my head around the corner to find the boys were still sleeping soundly. Lucky them.
Like any girl trying to impress a suitor would, I snapped into action fixing my face. The night had taken quite a toll on my pale complexion—eyeliner were strewn around making me look like some weird mix of a raccoon and Alice Cooper. I wasn’t feeling the look.
Once my face was mostly in order and the knots in my hair were tamed, I peeled my previous night’s attire off of my body and replaced it with some fresh threads. Feeling much better about my state of appearance, the ache in my skull lessening with time, I carried myself out of the bedroom.
Now what?
I tapped my foot awkwardly, wracking my brain for something to do occupy my time until the boys were awake. I didn’t particularly want to wake them…but I didn’t want to hide out either.
So, I did what any reasonable person would do, I started on the perfect hangover breakfast.
The clock on my stove read 1:14.
Oh. So it wasn’t exactly breakfast, but it was going to be edible and it was going to be fucking delicious. This was one of the very few times that I’d actually stocked groceries in my house—normally I survived on mac and cheese and potato chips.
The apartment filled with the smell of sizzling pig—I mean bacon. I’d turned the radio on low to help fill the silence. I wasn’t a huge fan of static silence.
Brian was the first to make an appearance. He rounded the corner into my kitchen, scratching at the back of his neck with his perfectly sculpted arm. His hair was a mess—it was hot as hell.
“Morning,” he mumbled sheepishly.
I smiled, “Good morning.”
“Any chance you’ve got coffee?”
I slid a mug in his direction along with a well-placed bottle of Advil. He mouthed a thank you as he popped the pills into his mouth. I placed the milk onto the counter, tossing a rogue spoon in his direction.
“I drink mine black,” I told him. “So…I’m not sure how much of things I’m supposed to put into it.”
“That’s fine,” he smirked. “I take it black, too.”
I looked at him then, admiring his morning beauty as he sipped at the piping hot coffee. Why hadn’t I kissed this creature last night? Surely I had the opportunity—it seemed like he had the interest. I kicked myself internally.
“Whatever you’re making smells delicious,” he yawned.
I shrugged, “Bacon.”
“Perfect.”
“How do you like your eggs?” I asked curiously, pulling the carton from the fridge. “I can make them however.”
“Aren’t you just a little chef,” he teased.
I scowled, “Dude, it’s eggs.”
“Don’t call me dude,” he laughed.
I grinned at him.
“Peterson,” he added to make me crazy.
“Stop calling me that,” I giggled, tossing the kitchen towel at him.
He shook his head, “No way. Now that I know you hate it, I’m going to call you by it forever.”
“Forever, huh?” I smirked. “How presumptuous of you.”
“How’s that?” he sipped at his coffee, wincing from the heat. “Did you think you could get away with just one night of partying with us?”
I shrugged.
He chuckled, “Yeah, right. Jimmy seems to like you, and if Jimmy likes you…well that’s it for you.”
“That’s it?” I mocked.
He nodded, “That’s it. You’re done for.”
“And what about you, hm?”
“What about me?” he looked at me with his beautiful chocolate eyes.
I swooned.
“You seem to like me too.”
“It doesn’t matter if I like you or not,” he smirked.
That wasn’t the response that I was hoping for. Fuck, I’d lead him right into a perfect and chivalrous response—he didn’t take it. He seemed intelligent so I assumed he’d missed the opportunity on purpose.
Maybe he only liked me when he had alcohol backing him up.
“So Jimmy makes the rules,” I replied, acting like I wasn’t at all insulted by his lack of flirtation.
He’s hungover, give him a break.
“What about Jimmy?” the Rev grumbled as he strolled into the kitchen.
“Brian was just telling me how you make the rules,” I winked. “Apparently if you like me, I’m in for life.”
He yawned lazily, “Yeah, that’s about right.”
“Coffee?” I asked as I grabbed a third mug from the cabinet.
I filled it up and slid it over to him, “Thanks, lady.”
“So,” I sighed, flipping the last strip of bacon, “anyone else feel like they’re dying?”
Both men raised their weak hands.
“Everyone cool with scrambled eggs?”
They nodded quietly.
Everyone was pretty quiet as they ate their pseudo-breakfast. The hangover was strong in this apartment—I could practically still feel the tequila in my throat. We’d stayed up until the sun began to rise. I remember pointing it out but no one else seemed to care.
How I ended up in the sleeping position I did was beyond me. I had absolutely no recollection of curling up in Jimmy’s lap—or letting Brian cuddle my feet.
“Last night was awesome,” Jimmy spoke suddenly, startling me a little.
I guess the food had revived him.
“We should repeat it tonight,” he continued. “There’s a rave going down at Lot 65 tonight. We should check it out, what do you guys think?”
“I don’t know, man,” Brian groaned, rubbing at the sides of his head.
“Blair?” he turned to me with hope in his eyes. “You’ll come, right?”
I sincerely wanted to reject his proposal. There was nothing about his offer that sounded even a little bit tempting. My insides felt like they’d been scraped off of a wall and I was sure my head would explode at any moment.
However, a thought dawned on me. An experiment, if you will. Had last night’s flirtation with Brian been strictly alcohol-induced? He seemed hesitant to go anywhere tonight—I could use that.
“Yeah, for sure,” I answered Jimmy happily. “I’ll definitely come—sounds fun.”
Brian looked at me with surprise written all over his face. He knew as well as I did that another night out would probably kill me. I’d barely survived last night.
I ignored his glance, trying my best to look enthusiastic.
“Fuck yeah!” Jimmy cried, squeezing my face in his bony hands and planting a big kiss on my forehead. “Do I know how to pick ‘em or what?”
“You do,” Brian hummed, his sense of interest returning.
I waited.
“So, Brian,” Jimmy bounced on his feet, “Are you gonna come or is it going to be just me and Blair? What’s it going to be? Whatchya gonna choose?”
Brian shook his head, a playful smirk creeping over his lips, “Fine.”
Experiment result: successful.
I was feeling pretty smug in that moment. Brian looked to me for validation—probably in the same way that I had just looked to him. What an interesting dynamic; I loved the chase. The chase was the best part, after all. It was when everything was new and exciting, every touch and every word had to be psychoanalyzed.
I had already started the craze.
“Awesome!” Jimmy swung his hips. “This is gonna be good.”
I was going to need to seriously prep myself if I was going to survive another night out—especially another night out with those two. I could hear Tyler scolding me already.
“You’re too indulgent,” he’d always said to me. “You seriously can’t control yourself once you’ve gotten a taste of something you like. It’s seriously concerning.”
So, maybe Tyler would sit this one out. Maybe I didn’t need to tell Tyler every detail of my every move.
“We should get out of your hair,” Brian said, snapping me out of my anxiety. “We’ll pick you up at nine.”
“Be ready!” Jimmy told me, his finger pointed in my face. “We wait for no man—or woman.”
“Sure you will,” I giggled, swatting his hand away. “But I’ll be ready anyway.”
Brian gave me the once over and I was glad then that I’d prettied myself up.
“I’ll see you later,” he said just like he had the night before.
God damn was he sexy.
I decided then, as I watched him walk away, that I was going to catch that mouse.

Notes

Why not one more? ;)

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RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
6/18/19

@LostinDreams77
Oh!!! I'm so glad!!! <33

fyction fyction
5/13/19

Only on chapter 6 but I bloody love it already lol

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5/13/19

@kiss my sas
Omg!!! Lol

fyction fyction
3/27/19

Ok, time for a re read on this one now :D
Baby Blair, come at me!!!

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3/27/19