The Final Base

Secrets Among Girls

She was a blur of brown hair and a gray hoodie. Just a door down, a quick lock of the door and a plop of the bed, but it took Feister by surprise to see Brooklyn appear out of thin air. The locked door, despite Mush and Kid Blink weren't home, only indicated this was serious. Well, serious in Brooklyn terms because that can range from just about anything. And yet, it's still calmer and less of a headache than the boys.

"How did you know?" Brooklyn asked quickly.

"You're gonna have to elaborate."

"That you were ready."

"Ready as in..." Feister trailed off.

"Assuming you didn't wait to say-"

"OH MY GOSH!" Feister shouted. She had to do a double take to make sure this conversation was actually happening and not some weird fevered dream she was having at the moment. Did she get her wisdom teeth pulled out? Yes, she got it done not long after the honeymoon...wow those meds are strong. "Brooklyn, you do realize my knowledge on spicy time involves your twin brother, right?"

"I'm not asking for details, I'm asking in general. Again, assuming you didn't....during that first trip to The Cape, even though we all speculated, it's no one's business but rings aside, how nervous were you?"

Ok so, she wasn't under the influence of strong pain meds. "Is this about Albert bein' spotted with that model hangin' over his arm?" Feister asked with a raised eyebrow. Because that gossip column was far from the truth. The model had been doing all the flirting when Albert was obviously trying to avoid her. But being the first draft pick has its disadvantages. It's no secret the redhead had been destined to go pro, there were many scouts showing interest and it appears that spotlight isn't going away anytime soon.

Brooklyn shrugged and began to play with the sleeves of her oversized hoodie. Which was obviously Albert's. "Maybe.....I mean even before that I thought about it cause it's kinda weird we haven't given how long we've been together and..I dunno. I'm scared he'll leave me for someone with more romantic experience cause all I have under my belt is a elementary school crush that left me crying and a not relationship that was a dumpster fire. Unless you count my hockey books I'm clueless. Well as in, physical and not - sorry, I'm rambling." her fidgeting then changed to the necklace she only took off when necessary. It was silver and had two charms, an A, and his jersey number.

"It's ok," Feister replied kindly. "We all need to let things off our chest every now and then." she knew that better than anyone...more or less. Hey she gets out her emotions one way or another in the end. "Ignoring' the finer details. It just kinda happened. Yeah it was awkward, clumsy even. Technically we didn't know what we were doin' and it was definitely uncomfortable at first on my end but I wouldn't change what happened. It was perfect in its own special way and I think he was more nervous than I was. Scared he'd hurt me and stuff."

The way Feister spoke came so naturally. Like it was no big deal. But Brooklyn immediately noticed an absent look in her eyes. There was no doubt that she was remembering that night. "So it wasn't...planned."

"Nah. I think when you plan it, it only makes it worse. Look I'm not sayin' to jump Al as soon as he gets back, nor do you have to cause he doesn't care if you have to be married before all that romantic stuff happens. But say it does, pretty sure he'll know you're forcing' yourself. Don't think, just go with the flow. Trust me, when the moment comes your brain will turn off and your limbs will take over. I know you'll be ok, he'll take good care of you."

Admittedly, she has wondered what that kind of thing with Albert would be like. She imagines how it might start out, what he'd do, what she'd do. Then it brings up too many questions. Day or night. Would it be raining? What about lights? A lamp maybe. Music. What if anyone was home and so on. Then she starts worrying if she's a bad kisser. Which isn't the case because, well, Albert isn't exactly subtle. Especially when it really gets going. Nothing too out there of course just whispers of sweet nothings and little touches that send sparks across her skin.