Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Movie Marathon

"Ow! For fuck's sake!" I mutter as I stab myself in the eye with my eyeliner. I hear CC laugh from the living room.

"Having problems, Bee?" He laughs and I scowl. "It's not that hard. I wear more makeup than you!" I half smile.

"I'm not even going to touch that one." I laugh and I see him scowl out the opened door.

"I liked you better in Brooklyn." CC mutters and I laugh.

Try for about five more minutes before deciding that it looked fine. I brush on mascara and drop everything into the sink and sigh.

"I'm done." I say to myself before picking everything back up.

I walk into my room and start to fold my laundry that I did yesterday before work. I didn't have a chance to when I got home because it was late, I mean CC was even asleep. I had spent most of the night at Rikki's. All potential one night stands aside, I had so much fun with him. Like I hate movies but was able to completely change my mind after watching The Breakfast Club with him. Maybe it's just watching movies with him at makes them worth while.

I get side tracked from laundry by unpacking my books and loading them into my book shelf. I read everything, I mean everything. Jane Eyre to Lord of the Flies. My favourite author is Stephen King though. My favourite book is To Kill A Mockingbird. I don't know what it is about them that interest me so much but they do.

I quickly finish with the books and go back to putting away my clothes. I notice that at least one shirt that I knew I wash isn't there. It's my Led Zeppelin tour of '77 shirt, my favourite shirt. I empty my clothes basket and walk out to the living room.

"Hey CC, have you seen my---" I look up to see the band sitting on the couches watching tv and my twin brother wearing my shirt. "And you're wearing it. At least I know my time machine works."

"What do you mean by that?" Bret wonders.

"CC used to steal my clothes in high school." I explain.

"You came in late last night." CC speaks up. Shit.

"Midnight isn't late." I lie and my twin smiles.

"No, not at all. But three o'clock in the morning is. You don't even know anyone." He explains, I thought he was asleep.

"So what you're saying is I was early?" I smirk and he looks back at me confused.

"What the hell are you talking about now?" CC wonders.

"I got in early this morning, not late last night so I was early." I say and CC thinks about it for a minute before realizing what it was.

"You used to tell mom and dad that." CC finally gets it.

"And it worked to." I smile.

We all talk for a while, we've all become close. Mainly because I see them on a daily bases. Ever time I look over to Rikki, he's looking at me already. God, I like him! Thy Gods of Glam Metal have created him perfectly! And I'm praying to all my gods, be them Glam Metal or Mythological, Thor or Zeus,  that he likes me back. Jesus, it sounds like the seventh grade.

I've never felt this way before, I've always gone on the whole idea that love is for suckers. Or that the media over romanticizes it into this unattainable thing, like trying to catch smoke. But if that's what this feeling is, it hits you like a freight train or like lightening. The world is suddenly clearer and enhanced. I'm not saying you want to skip through daisies and wear tie-dye but it makes you feel like the world isn't this horrid place of corrupted  ideas of peace but still being in a constant threat of nuclear war.  It makes you believe in those small things in life, like books and instant hot chocolate. Maybe all that stuff The Beatles were preaching about is attainable, maybe All You Need Is Love.  Maybe I've lost my fucking mind, maybe I found something while in the mists of losing my mind. Maybe, maybe I just need a drink.