Butts and Glasses

Eric's POV

       My mom kept playing with my hair, trying to keep the back down which I had told her "for the millionth time Mommmm! It's fine."

"Not if you're gonna be taking pictures with a pretty girl, Eric! Oh! And don't forget to be a gentleman. Make sure you hold the door open for her..."

I give her a look that says "leave me alone and let me go back to cleaning," but she gets the wrong impression.

"Aw hunny, do you have a stomach ache? It's okay Mommy's here."

"Moooooommmmm don't rub my stomach. Oh my god Mom. Stop. Mom. Mom. Mom. Heh heh okay MAYBE that feels good."

I begin to giggle while my mom rubs my stomach concerned when my sister Holly yells from the hallway "Ian's here!"

IAN.

I run out of my mom's arms and to the front door to greet my favorite noodle.

"Ian! Ian! What's up bud!?"

He chuckles and comes in for a hug, his arms wrapping around my head, and my head resting on his chest for only a moment. Perhaps it was a moment too long, because my other sister Greta comes up behind us and makes us jump by saying "just kiss already!"

We quickly pat each other's backs and separate making manly grunts of friendship in the process. In the awkward air I felt myself saying "Oh I wish!" and follow it with a couple joking but not really joking laughs.

Heh... Heh heh.

We go inside and I finish up on some last minute tidying while Ian chats with my mom, who goes on telling him how proud she is of us boys having dates. In reality, I only asked Alannah to homecoming as a joke to make the other boys jealous. Plus, she makes for a good coverup.

Others arrive and we go through the whole process of standing in front of my fireplace and smiling, waiting for our moms to tell us they're done while they struggle with their smartphones. The girls looked nice but I found that I didn't pay much attention to them. For some reason, my eyes kept wandering to Ian.
He was taking pictures with Hailey and I couldn't help but wonder if he liked her. I mean, there wouldn't be anything wrong with that if he did.

If he did, he'd tell me, right? I'm his go to guy, right? His wingman? I don't know if I could handle being his wingman...

Again, I found myself staring at him. Well dressed, fitting his pants very nicely if I do say so myself. My eyes moved up, examining him as he has his arm wrapped around his date, smiling at the cameras, his eyes darting to each one, not knowing where to look.

There was something about those eyes.

Those bright blue eyes that seemed to know you, warm and welcoming, the kind that takes your breath away every time you look into them. I could look into those eyes for the rest of my life.

Shit. Not right now. Those eyes just caught these naughty eyes staring at those hopelessly gorgeous eyes. Retreat, retreat, retreat!!

"Eric... Do you wanna uh, join in on the picture?"

Ohgoshsaysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething.

"Nahh!!! Just looking at you two sexy folks! Keep up the good work!"

I back out of the room, hitting my own wall, then finally turn around and rush into the kitchen. Damn wall gets me every time.