Mac Vs PC: Infected

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"Make it just like a Mac."

- -Bill Gates (Window/PC)

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It had been two days and she didn't finish the two things on her to-do list. They were leaving for camp later after her game and she hadn't accomplished anything. It was two things and she couldn't even make a game plan to accomplish either one of them. The first was to make sure that Will knew the whole truth, make sure he knew every detail about where Mac's hands roamed and how it made her feel. The truth was supposed to set you free right? The second was telling Mac the truth about his mother.

Albeit the latter wasn't going to be easy, but it needed to be done and at the right time and in the right place; however, since she had somehow caught the coward bug, it was now Friday she hadn't come clean yet.

She couldn't very well tell him at the campsite, could she? Mac had never hurt her with a malicious intent but she didn't want to put that to the test hours away from home in the middle of nowhere. Piper rolled her shoulders as she carried her yoga mat to the pool area. He couldn't kill her with dozens of children present.

She halted as she caught Mac already taking over the area. His presence as distracting as it was potent. She'd already made up her mind to stretch in front of the house when Mac looked up from his book freezing her with his gaze. He sent her an inviting smile but didn't move out of her space.

"Want to go for a run?" They had been running together the past couple days and she hadn't wanted to push him in the ditch, if anything running together helped her mile time and she enjoyed his company. Surprisingly.

She pulled the yoga mat from the sling behind her back. "Yoga this morning." She didn't have the choice to turn back. He'd already caught her and she didn't want to back down here. She'd deal with the uncomfortable tension then admit that she thought about him differently. He wasn't her sibling; he wasn't just her childhood playmate. They were friends. Friends that needed to talk about their boundaries, but friends nonetheless.

Mac merely swept his hands towards that pool area as if he was inviting her into his space. His space her ass. The urge to physically kick him out was subdued. They were friends now.

She rolled her eyes as she unrolled her mat ignoring the new closeness they shared. She couldn't recall the scoring in their long term rivalry and she didn't mind that.

"Do you know what our scoring is?" Stripping her shirt, she slathered sunscreen on her natural coffee colored skin. Pulling the elastic down on her light green sports bra, she noticed the silence. Looking up she found Mac staring at her.

He was far enough away that she couldn't see his eyes but she could see his muscles tightening as she shifted himself in front of her. Refusing to be the first to look away, Piper squeezed a dollop of the creamy sunscreen and smeared it on her flat stomach. Rubbing along her hard earned abs, she slid her fingers beneath her yoga pants covering her hips in a light sheen.

She watched his eyes greedily follow her hands. Piper paused. She hadn't realized he was staring at her body and not her. She'd thought it was another power play to see who would back down and instead she'd been seducing him.

She opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Mac. "Girls would die for your coloring."

She'd heard it a million times from her fair friends, Casey cringing when Piper always handed her sun screen at the beach. But hearing it from Mac... that was something else. He didn't mean it as a jealous taunt; he meant it as a sensual compliment.

She looked down at her bronzed speckled skin that was a smooth mix between her father's dark African complexion and her mother deep Italian roots. She never thought of her skin as an advantage or a disadvantage. Their neighborhood was diverse and accepting enough that she never struggled as a child with a mixed upbringing. Her identity battle focused on her gender. Until now.