Yeah, if you could stop pretending to be dead that would be great.
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A satirical romance revolving around the lives of a Spa's pool lifeguard team.
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Jay has hated Rory for as long as he's known her.
Rory has loved Jay since she first laid eyes...
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The day of Shawn's birthday, when I came over to Jay and Rory's cabin I interrupted something.
I'm not sure what I interrupted, the two of them had just been standing in the kitchen by the island. I had heard laughter as I came in but it all but died on their lips and when I rounded the corner the two of them jumped away from one another.
Suspicious, right?
They both avoid my eyes and eventually they separate completely. Jay heading to couch and Rory coming to me.
"So I put everything out for you, including the recipe. I have all the utensils you need out and ready to go, do you want me to start you off?" she asks me.
To be honest I'm going to need her, I know I do, but I don't want to show her that. I want to be able to do this by myself.
"Nope," I say as confidently as I can. "I'll be fine."
"Cool, we'll, now that you're here, I'm going to head over to your place to drop off the ingredients for the dinner. Jay's going to be coming with me cause apparently he and Shawn are going to busy drinking and doing nothing..."
"I'm doing the lobster, cause you don't like the whole boiling alive thing," he calls from the couch and she sticks her tongue out at him. I normally would snigger at that, but I'm suddenly nervous.
Part of me had known that she would be going over to my cabin to make her part of the dinner, I still thought she'd be here in the cabin with me at least for the first little bit.
"Wait a second you're not staying here?"
"No, kitchen's too small for us all to work," she tells me and I scowl. I mean it's true but that doesn't mean I don't want her to be here. Cause I'm going to need all the help I can get.
"Don't worry you'll be fine, and I'll be just next door if you need me," she says going into the fridge to get the stuff that she needed. "Jay... I'm not touching the lobsters, they're just free roaming and I don't wanna..."
"God, why did you put them sink, Rory?" he asked.
"Cause I'm letting them have a good time in their last moments," she says and I struggle not to laugh. I now remember why I was in charge of dinner and not Rory.
Jay however gets up just as she leaves with the steaks and the marinades and vegetables for the sides. He went to the sink and sighed.
"God she filled the sink," he mutters under his breath and that time the snort came out of me. I didn't have to turn around to know that he was scowling down at the sink.
"Just empty it," I tell him and then he turns to me, with a dry glare on his face.
"Obviously that's what I need to do," he says. "You think if I could, I would have just did it?"
I turn around at this point and look into the sink to see the problem and can see right away what it is. All the lobsters are congregated around the stopper and they seemed to not have the bands around their claws.
