One Cup of You

Part 17

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Piper had apparently been friends with this Dylan person since she was a kid- though I'd never met him and hadn't heard about him until the invitation to this party. Whenever I asked about the history there, she'd casually wave her hand at me and brush it off. She insisted they were childhood best friends and reminded me to be happy for her that they'd reunited.

The spring weather was getting nicer- we were almost through with the wet slush and we were seeing dry pavement and some buds on the trees. The sun was staying out a little later, and Piper and I walked through downtown as the sun was setting. The smell of spring always reminded me of new beginnings, and being out with Piper and not thinking about Jamie was feeling that way too

The house hosting the party was downtown, close to work, as well as Jamie's apartment. Like most of the houses in the old parts of town, it was at least a century old. The red bricks crumbled, and the paint flaked off wooden porch- fading from a forest green to a mucky brown. Dirt speckled the melting snow at the end of the driveway and encrusted over with ice that had melted and frozen again. I had the sense that whoever owned this house hadn't taken good care of it.

Piper and I entered through the door at the back of the house into a small mudroom. The floor under us creaked and groaned with the weight of our bodies. It smelled like feet, sweat, and iron. Hanging on a big rack on the dark paneled walls were various neon green and orange shirts, and the footwear ranged from steel toe work boots to sandals. I made the assumption we were going into the home of young, male construction workers.

The door to inside the house burst open and a tall, skinny, pale guy opened his arms wide to welcome Piper in a big bear hug. He was at least six feet tall, and although skinny, I could see some muscle definition in his arms from the t-shirt he was wearing.

For first impressions, he seemed alright. His hair was cut short into a brush cut and he had a nicely groomed beard. His hair was a sandy brown but his beard was all different shades of red, copper, auburn and blonde. His blue eyes were stark against the redness flecked around the whites of his eyes- he was obviously stoned. His freckles and big goofy smile made him look young, but there were crinkles by his eyes that said otherwise. He had a wide nose and jaw, and his ears stuck out from each side.

I thought the way he was a dressed was a little out of style- his jeans were a lot baggier than guys my age usually wore, and he wore a single silver chain around his neck. I would've bet he liked rap music.

"Piper! My girl, it's been way too long, chica!" He said as he pulled away from the hug, smiling down at her.

Piper looked dwarfed next to him. In her tight leggings and chunky leather boots, and standing next to a bean pole, she looked extra curvy and juicy. Even through her loose, burgundy long sleeve t shirt, you could see all the curves of her body. His hands lingered around her waist.

Piper smiled wide up at him and turned to introduce me.

"Dylan, this is my best friend in the entire world, Stevie!" she said.

Dylan extended his long, skinny arm and offered me a large hand in greeting.

I shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

He shook my hand and grinned. "The pleasure is mine! Come on in, folks."

Piper followed Dylan, leaving me as the last little duck in the row, but I followed obediently. As soon as we crossed the threshold, we could hear the loud thump of a bass drum playing somewhere beyond the kitchen. I was right about the rap music.