Love at First Sighting

Chapter 8: Evolve this

I woke up in the morning with a blistering headache, snuggled up to Paul who was creating a mildly annoying symphony of snores with Clive and Graeme. A moment went by before a series of knocks came from the door, waking everyone up.

"Ugh, who's knocking?" Paul groaned, rolling over to cuddle up to me. "Stop it!"

"What are you doing?" Clive asked, watching Graeme as he attempted to get up from the couch, looking more like he was impersonating an upside-down turtle.

"Oh, shut up," Paul groaned again, his eyes fluttering open slightly as he attempted to look up at me. "Good morning, beautiful," He murmured, a small and tired smile on his face.

"Good morning, handsome," I grinned, kissing his forehead.

Graeme got up and went over to the door and Paul groaned, getting up and hiding in the bathroom.

"I'll hide in here."

"Don't come out," Clive exclaimed, rushing over to the door with Graeme.

"Why would I come out?"

"Who is it?" Clive called out, looking at the door.

"It's Ruth!"

"Ooh!" Graeme exclaimed, fixing his hair slightly. I snorted and sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me to hide the fact I wasn't wearing anything acceptable to show to a stranger.

"Don't you dare-" Clive started as Graeme opened the door. He sighed and looked down at Ruth, faking a smile.

"Hi!" Ruth exclaimed, smiling.

"Hi!" The boys smiled.

"Good morning! Um, may I come in?" Ruth asked, smiling innocently.

"Yeah! Why not?" I called out, cutting off the boys.

"Thank you! Uh, so where's the other one?" She asked, coming in and looking around. I raised an eyebrow and put my hand up, smiling softly.

"Oh, no, I saw four shadows last night dancing around the RV last night. Don't worry, we don't charge by the person," Ruth smiled, looking around.

"I-uh, I'm in the can! I ate a, uh, a closed pistachio!" Paul called out, faking a fart noise. "I'm paying for it."

I giggled at Paul and looked up at Ruth, noticing the shirt she was wearing. "That's an interesting shirt, who is that? Charles Darwin and Gandalf?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"Oh, no, it's Jesus shooting Charles Darwin," She smiled, moving her hair so I could see it better.

"Let me guess, because of his blasphemous theories against the bible and the theory that god created everything on earth despite this idea being entirely theoretical?" I asked, to Graeme's dismay and Ruth's anger.

"I can already tell you're not a woman of god, what about you two? Are you men of god?"

I cut of what Graeme was about to say. "We are all, in this RV, people of science and logical reasoning," I explained, crossing my arms over my chest. "We believe in the establishment of a biological order through the maelstrom of physical and chemical chaos."

"The world is 4,000 years old and can only be the product of intelligent design," Ruth smiled somewhat passive aggressively at me and I smiled back, annoyance in my eyes.

"That's horse shit!" Paul exclaimed and Ruth gasped, and turned around to face where Paul's voice was emanating from.

"Oh! Um, all right. Well then, please explain how something as complex as the human eye simply just comes into being?" Ruth exclaimed, now facing the door that Paul was hiding behind.