(Media picture of Timothy)
Cassandra
'Would it be a good surprise?' I ask him, as I am still laying awkwardly in a tree.
'That's depends on him, and him only. Come on, let's go for a walk.'
Jonathan
"Why did Grant leave, I thought Menus had the hots for Debra?" I ask Balfer.
"I don't know, but whatever it is I'm not getting involved."
"Isn't he like your bestfriend?"
"Cousin. Calvin's my bestfriend." I shrug at his comment.
"Where is Menus then?"
"Dude, you ask a lot of questions."
"I just need something to keep my mind off of Cassandra, why she's out somewhere."
"Why, we just passed her like ten mintues ago in the lounge talking so some guy and your dad." I look at him and he shrugs carelessly.
"Have you been told your a ass?" I ask
"Yes, actually."
"Good."
We turned around and walked towards the lounge. When we got their she was gone.
"Well, she was here."
Cassandra
"So who are you to, Jonathon?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" Timothy answers.
"Like. Family or friend?"
"I'm originally his half brother, but he seems to hate me."
"How could you be hated, you're pretty cool."
"But he's gonna be heated once his dad finds out that you and I are hanging out. I'd be six feet under when he does."
"How come I haven't seen you before?" I ask him.
"Since, Jonny boy decided to bring his friends and few of his ex's with him, he decided to put me in trunk as joke."
"And you let him!" I asked.
"Not, at first. Then we made a bet and he obviously won. I've been in the trunk for three days, until some drunk girl opened it and helped me inside the house, hoping for sex but I was in no mood."
I leaned against a tree that sat in front of the lake. Timothy took a seat next to me. "I saw your eyes in the tree, they were beautiful, they still are." He looks at me and I feel my cheeks grow warm.
"Thanks. When most people see them they're spooked, and hell, I don't blame them sometimes." I look into the lake and fish swam underneath trying not to be noticed from the surface. I stand up taking my shirt off as I began to get envy of fish that hid from scorching sun.
"What are you doing?" Timothy asks.
"Hiding, from the sun."
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"I'm getting in the lake silly." I took my shorts off and took my hair out of it's ponytail, and dived in. Only a minute later, Timothy was my company.
"You're crazy, there could be snakes in here." Timothy laughed. I started pouring water on his head knocking down the spikes in his hair.
