Malibu Reel

MANSION PARTY: Part 3

Nebbie and Tara are in the large, luxurious laundry room.

"Soo," Nebbie whistled as Tara scrimmaged though bins trying to find the glue gun.

"So," Tara responded nonchalantly, once she found it.

"Uh, don't make me say it," Nebbie scoffed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tara said trying to be coy.

"Stop playing," Nebbie laughed. "What was going down with Asher?"

"You mean before or after you intruded?" Tara asked, only slightly joking.

"Sorry about that," Nebbie nervously chuckled a bit.

"Honestly I don't know. I was playing for him on my guitar and we talked for a bit, and then next thing I knew we were kinda making out, " she shrugged blushing.

"Girl that was more than a little makeout sesh," Nebbie said, putting her hand on her hip, shifting her weight.

"Yeah.. I'm kinda glad you walked in though," Tara said wholeheartedly, as she finished gluing the frame back together.

"Why? Did he try to get too fresh?" Nebbie asked, getting protective of her best friend.

"No," Tara laughed. "It's just-- I don't know, I don't want to rush into anything so soon."

"Understandable," Nebbie nodded.
"But just in case, you know where to knee him in right?"

"I actually accidentally elbowed him in the stomach earlier in the living room, because he snuck up on me," Tara giggled.

"No way," Nebbie laughed as they both made their way out of the laundry room.

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At the main foyer, Claira begins walking up, making sure not to get caught by anyone. She peeked around as she quickly guided her Valentino heels up the stairs. Remembering the location of rooms from when she was dating Max and would come over, she peeked in Tara's room but found it empty.

"Dang it," she whispered and went to check the nearest guest room, only to find that one empty too. "The heck?!" Claira whisper yelled.

"What are you doing?"

She felt a hitch in her breath. She turned around to face Asher looking down questionably at her.

"Well hello Asher," she said, trying to seem indifferent.

"Hey. You know no one's supposed to be up here right?" He said, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Gee, I could say the same thing to  you. Yet here you are," Claira said, rolling her bronzed, shimmery shadowed eyes. "But if you must know. The line for the bathroom downstairs was too long, so I decided to use one up here."

"Okay but that's a bedroom you're in front of," Asher said a bit confused.

"Yeah and it has a really nice bathroom in it," Claira said, getting annoyed. "Look I dropped a contact in there and I can't find it, so are you going to help me or play 21 questions with me here?"

"You don't even wear contacts," Asher stated.

"I started wearing them last month for your information, and I really need to find it because I'm driving Hilary and I home after this party, and I can't freaking do it if I can't see!-"

"Alright, chill. I'll help you find it," Asher said as he pushed the door aside and stepped in.

Claira smirked behind his back.

"I think it fell out somewhere over here," she said, standing by the California king sized, luxury bed.

With her phone in hand, she quickly sent a text to Hilary, as Asher knelt down and looked at the plush white carpet, albeit, not finding anything.

"I don't see anything. I'll check the bathroom," he said getting up.

A minute passed and he walked, slightly annoyed, out of the marbled white, spacious bathroom.

"Yeah, nothing in there," Asher said, coming near her.

Just then footsteps were heard nearing the room. Claira knew her chance was coming.

"Well thank you anyway," Claira said as she wrapped her arms around Asher, hugging him quickly; back foot popped up in the air.

"Hilary I'm telling you, there's no fire up here-" Tara said as she opened the guest bedroom door to see the scene in front of her.

"Oh, oops, my bad." Hilary giggled.

"Are you serious?" Tara asked dryly.

Asher moved out of Claira's embrace, knowing that he looked bad at that moment. "It's really not what it looks like," he said a bit nervously to Tara.

"Oh really? Because it's exactly what I think it is," she said, looking to and from Asher to Claira.

"Oh what? Can't own up Ashy?" Claira asked smugly.

Asher rolled his eyes. "I'm not doing this again," he said exhaustingly, remembering this almost exact situation with Max. "Tara, I didn't hug her back. There is absolutely nothing going on with me and Claira anymore."

Asher had a look of seriousness and also a bit of pleading as he walked near Tara.

"Oh yeah, blame it all on me," Claira said, rolling her eyes and checking out her french manicure.

Tara narrowed her eyes over at Claira, walking towards her. "You know what I see. I see a conniving little girl who just can't seem to get it through head that it's OVER."

Claira showed an emotion of shock in her green eyes, before quickly changing them back to her glaring ones.

"You really think you're slick don't you? Well unluckily for you, I'm not as naive as Max. I know Asher wouldn't cheat on me," Tara said, taking Asher's hand in hers, causing him to smirk down at her. She took another step closer, her full lips turning slightly upwards in a smirk as she whispered in the blonde's right ear, "Oh and just in case you didn't realize, now it's game on bitch."

Satisfied with the angry and flushed face on Claira, she made her way out of the room with Asher in hand. Also brushing past a mouth wide, shocked Hilary.

"You know you're pretty hot when you get mad," Asher said, following Tara down the foyer.

"Yeah, shut up."

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Outside, Nebbie is sitting by the large, luxurious pool. Her violet, pedicured feet dipped into the warm water.

"Hey!" She heard as she felt a body sit beside her.

"Hey babe!" Nebbie smiled as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck, pulling him close.

"Sorry I'm late, I hope I didn't miss too much," Peter said apologetically, rubbing the back of his head.

"Nah, I've just been keeping this place from getting destroyed all night," Nebbie said exhaustingly.

"Really?" His eyebrows furrowed, "How can you manage that all by yourself? This mansion is huge."

"Uh, well, Nick Bradford was helping me. You know, so Tara and Max won't get in too much trouble if the place comes crashing down," she responded.

"Hm, isn't that him over there?"

Peter looked over to his far right, pointing out Nick and Jessica making out in the jacuzzi. His one hand in her chestnut brown hair, bringing her closer, as hers cupped his face.

"Um, yeah," Nebbie responded uncomfortably, watching the scene.

"Well I can help you if you want," Peter smiled down at her.

"Thank you," she smiled back, completely forgetting about the awkwardness of that jacuzzi scene.

"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand for her, helping her up as they made their way  inside.