Playing the California Game

No Getting Away From Brook

Chapter 2

A set of green eyes and a set of grey ones were intently plastered into mine. And not in any nice way.

Miles slumped a little on the rock he was perched on, and was the first one to let out his breath, "Liz?"

Then Brook came into the scene with her own theatrical self, boosting up from her log, "Elizabeth Brenton," she thrust a finger towards my face that made me flinch and move a few paces back, "you are not getting away from me that easily."

I just stared at them, not knowing a fuck about what I should do at this point.

"I don't know what to do, you guys." I thought out loud and buried my head into my hands, resting my head back on the oak tree's trunk, and taking a swig off my beer, I needed it, "I'm as lost as Miles was the day we went to the beach and told him to get us hotdogs."

"That's pretty damn lost, Liz," Miles agreed, a smirk on his face as he tried to lift the mood.

"You can always live with me, you know." Brook came in with her own idea. Which wasn't bad. Her house was huge. It may not have been as big mine, but my house was uselessly big with only three people living in it, because my parents wanted it to be, not like it couldn't happen. Brook's house was big enough to fit twenty rooms, excluding the kitchen. They had six guest rooms, a room for Brook and her two other siblings, for her parents, and all this other crap that they threw in there. I'm liking this idea. "T shopping could turn into Y shopping. All days end in Y so--- all good, right? We could hack the cupboard and drink a bit. Sleep in the theater if necessary." She beamed and her pearly whites came up.

"You're serious?" I asked Brook,

"Why wouldn't I be? Babe, without you here, Florida will lose it's edge."

"So if I do leave..."

"Then we will all die."

"That's the Brook we all know and love," Miles said as he reached out and ruffled her hair, "Great with the theatrics."

I secretly thought that they liked each other. I don't know why, but I have this radar. I mean who wouldn't like either one of them? Brook with her brown beach waves and her green eyes, full lips, curves in all the right places. Miles holding a head of dirty blonde locks and a pair of full lips, a body that's tall and on the muscly side but not to the extent that it gets gross.

Or, maybe if I left these two will end up sleeping in one of those guest rooms, I thought to myself. But that's icky.

Well there's one I should do.

Call mom and tell her about this wonderful, lifesaving, anti-contraceptive offer.

I should really stop thinking like that.