Brown Eyes

Chapter 27

(Beth's P.O.V.)

"Need some help?" I heard Mary Margret ask from the doorway of my new bedroom.

"Um, yeah can you please toss me the Phillips head screwdriver over there?" I asked, pointing at the tools near her feet.

"Which one is that?" she asked.

"The one with the X shaped, pointy end," I said. She picked up the right one and looked at me for clarification.

"That's it," I told her, and she tossed it too me. "Thanks," I said, and continued to set up the new bed frame I had bought the day before.

"What is this?" she asked, looking over the shabby-chic, pastel blue wood panels.

"It'll be my bed when I'm done with it," I said.

"Want me to call Marco?" she asked. "He's pretty good with building."

"So am I," I said. "I took a shop class in eighth grade, and this has directions so it's practically just Lego. Thanks, but no, you don't have to call Marco."

"Okay," she said. "How about you take a quick break and come down for breakfast?"

I sighed, then said, "Sure, why not?"

I came down the stairs and sat down at the bar, where Mary Margret had already prepared my some toaster waffles.

"Wow, thanks," I said.

"Don't mention it," she said with a smile, then walked back to her bed to gather her things for work.

"Pretty flowers," I commented on the bouquet that sat on the table.

"Aren't they?" Mary agreed. "They were on the doorstep this morning."

Then Emma came down the stairs and stared at the flowers.

"Morning," I said.

"Really?" she asked, picking up the flowers and walking to throw them in the trash can.

"Whoa, hey! What are you doing?" Mary protested carefully as she jogged in, holding a stack of books and notepads.

"If Graham thinks flowers will work on me..." Emma started.

"No those... were mine..." she said, softly.

Emma looked a bit embarrassed and guilty, but mostly surprised.

"Oh," she said. "From David?"

"No. Uh... Dr. Whale," she said, walking over to the couches.

"Why would Dr. Whale..." Emma started, but didn't finish after Mary gave her a look. "Are you serious?"

"What?" I asked.

"I know. It's a disaster," Mary said.

"What is?" I asked.

"No," Emma reassured her. "That's amazing. You're getting over David."

"Ew, did you hook up with him?" I asked and Mary gave me a similar, but different look that told me to shut my mouth.

"He's creepy. And he has a big forehead," I said as I cut my waffles with my fork.

"Emma, first of all there's nothing to get over, and second of all, it was just a one night stand," she said.

"One night stands don't leave flowers," I said.

Emma nodded at me in agreement as she got a pitcher of orange juice out of the fridge.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have called him," Mary said as she poured herself a mug of coffee.

"Oh, for the love of God," I groaned, pushed away my waffles and let my forehead bang against the counter.