Playing the Part

5. you in?

Everett

I wince as Allie runs antiseptic solution across my cheek.

"Why's your face cut?" She says half-heartedly as her lips part in concentration.

"I'm just as clueless as you." She's now inches away from my face as she puts two little band-aids diagonal to my cuts.

"She should pick a fight with someone her own size."

"I don't even know why she picked a fight. I'm off the market for six months and names matter now?"

"I'd argue that a name is a pretty integral part to a person's identity but to each their own I guess." She mutters softly, her dark eyes now fixated on mine. "Okay, all done."

"Thanks Allie." I don't look away.

She gives me the widest smile, making her dimples pop. "Now, you have to pay your debt and keep me company while Alex is gone."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

She hums as she walks to the kitchen and grabs a big tub of ice cream out of the freezer. "Let's watch a show." Her eyes widen in excitement. "Let's watch Sex and the City! Alex hates Mr. Big and never watches it with me. She says he's called Mr. Big to compensate for the fact that he's got microscopic balls which is way out of line."

"When you put it that way, we kinda have the watch it."

Alex squeals and grabs two spoons from the kitchen drawer.

*

Allie

A full tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and half a season later, we're still on the couch.

"Holy shit did the producers lace this show with crack?" Everett says from the opposite side of the couch, legs stretched out before him.

"That's what I said! Don't you just love Mr. Big? He's funny, accomplished, hot—"

"So like me." Everett interjects.

"— also kind of an asshole for playing with Carrie's feelings. So yeah, you kind of are like Mr. Big. Except you settled down earlier than he did." I grimace.

"Why'd you make that face."

"I didn't make a face."

"Yes you did. You scrunched your nose like you just smelled Conor's feet after practice. Why'd you do that?" He sits up from his slouch.

"Because, Tori Bloy."

"She seems rather nice to anyone that isn't me. What's your story with her?" He nods his head to me, signalling me to spill.

"We have a bit of bad blood, that's all."

Bad blood doesn't even begin to sum up the fucked up things she did in high school but I'm sure she's changed.

"That's terse for someone who likes to talk as much as you do." Everett says.

"We just don't like each other very much."

Everett raises an eyebrow. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now." Truth is, I've never talked about this to anyone and I don't think I ever will want to.

"Wanna do something about?" He offers.

My eyes lit up at the thought of getting back at Tori. "Do what?"

"Be mine." He states, plain and simple like it's a normal thing to say.

I burst out laughing from how serious he sounded saying such a ludicrous phrase. "Everett, you're kidding right?"