"Sylvia Jessica Ann Johnson!" A voice, dragging me from my slumber like an alarm blaring into my ears. I quickly sit up, anxiety fills my lungs, the jolt didn't even bother Brandon. I rub my eyes, looking up to find a girl standing in the doorway. Her hair long, dark and complimenting olive complexation, framing her face. Her clothes were lose, comfortable if you want to say. Her shirt cropped along the hem, her pants baggy and snug around her hips.
"how the fuck sake did he get in here?" The girl questioned.
"A better question is how the flying shit did you get into my house?"
"Window, babe." Her voice so calm.
"Nikki, you've got to stop doing that."
"Kitchen, please?" Though she asked, I knew she was demanding. In cooperation I stand to my feet, following her down the steps, flooding into the kitchen. Her hips squared as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"You're still a virgin, right?" My stomach dropped.
"Nikki you're so fucking stupid."
"Hey, I'm not the one who just woke up next to Mr.Shirtless okay?" I couldn't help but to laugh. "You're not even wearing pants. Jesus Christ, Jessi. You're a fucking wreck."
"Hey. White. Shut up for five seconds," I step closer, placing both hands gently on her shoulders. "he's been here for three days now."
"Three days!?"
"Shh! Nikki! Shut up. You're going to wake him up."
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry the baby's sleeping,"Pouting her lip, she mocked me. "Why didn't you call me."
"Well, in all honesty you're supposed to be in New Jersey right about now. Sleeping. Like a normal person. Do you realize how early it is?"
"But you are a virgin right?" She questioned once again
"Why are you here." Ignoring the question, I decide to ask my own.
"I kind of asked first."
"Nikki."
"Jessi."
"My question is honestly more important. Now please." I insist, begging her to answer me.
"If you won't answer me, then I'm not answering you."
Standing in the kitchen, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea, I watch as Nikki decides to pace back and forth across the hard wood floor. For some reason the whole situation made her more nervous than brandon and I combined.
"So what, does he live here?"
"You and I both know if he did they'd force him to sleep in a motorhome back there," I point in direction of my back yard. "He's just visiting me."
"Yeah, I bet you love his weekend adventures don't you."
"Nikki."
"Come on. You're two teenagers with raging hormones. There's no way you're a virgin, babe."
"Oh my god. Can we talk about something meaningful? Like how's life, are you okay? Or maybe like how the fuck did you end up in Ohio magically."
"I have connections."
"That doesn't make you sound like a drug dealer at all."
"Want some meth? I got it in my bag."
"I do!" Brandon's voice rang from the stairwell. "Nah, I just kidding," walking over, I felt his arm wrap around my waist. "How the fuck did you get here."
"She doesn't like to share details."
"Neither does your girlfriend." I could feel the pressure between Nikki and I just from her glaring at me.
"Well if you want I can tell you everything." Brandon looked back and forth between Nikki and I and smiled.
"He's joking. Nothing happened." I attempted to reassure her.
"that's what you cal nothing, babe?" I felt him pull me closer, I smiled softly and shook my head.
"You guys are cute." Nikki's voice was uplifting and confident. "It makes me want to puke." She walked over to the fridge mid sentence.
"Love you too, boo." I tease, knowing she was joking.
"If you do feel nauseous there's a bathroom around the corner." Brandon chimed in.
"I'll keep that in mind."
