At Least They're Talking

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Rikki

We've been in Alabama for a total of two days and it's been interesting. Bee and CC ignore each other for the most part. Ashley and CC will smile at each other but refuse to talk. I am the median in everything now. I hear CC bitch about his sister and Ash, I hear Ash complain about CC, Bee doesn't talk about it but you can tell how pissed off she is by her body language.

When I got out of the shower on the third day, I was mortified. Gun shots came from the backyard and more than half of me thought that I was in the middle of the Civil War part two. I get ready and dressed then follow the gun shots.

CC was sitting on the couch flipping through magazines. He's pretty into the guitar magazine so I walk into the kitchen. I go out the back door and onto the deck that is filled with Ashley's relatives.

My tiny wife stands beside Ashley. She wears blue jeans and a sweater, her blond hair sticks out of her Yankees cap that sits backwards on her head. Ashley stands beside her wearing a similar outfit minus the ball cap.  They both hold guns to their shoulders.

"Alright Petey, pull!" Ashley yells.

The skeet flys through the sky, Ashley fires but misses.

"Damn it!" She yells and another shot gets fired.

The skeet shatters and Ashley looks over to Bianca. Bee smiles and points her gun down. She shot that fucking plate out of the sky. Has she ever shot anything before? I mean she must've right? No way in hell thats her first shot.

Bianca runs up to the deck and hugs me tightly. She then grabs my hand and pulls me down to the yard with her and Ashley.

"Baby, we need to get these things in LA." Bianca says as we walk.

"Have you ever shot one of these before?" I wonder and she shakes her head. "Yeah we're not getting one of these." I laugh.

"Why's that?" She wonders.

"With a shot like that, the minute Bret or Bobby piss you off you'd shot them. Then we'd have to find someone to replace them." I say and she laughs. "It's more trouble than it's worth."

"But baby, it would help with the CC problem." Bee states and I shake my head.

"Maybe we should keep these away from you." I laugh and she kisses my cheek.

"I love you." She tells me and I wrap my arm around her.

"I love you to, baby girl." I say and kiss her lips.

Bianca starts to kiss me back and I smile into her mouth. My girl is absolutely fearless. She doesn't care about everyone else that's around. She pulls backs and kisses my chin.

"Awe look at the cute little Yankees!" One of Ashley's cousins yell and I laugh.

Bianca and Ashley screw around with the guns. I watch my wife in her absolute glory, God I'm gonna have to call every gun store in California and tell them not to sell Bianca any firearms. She'd definitely kill Bret or Bobby or her brother.

The cousins have to go to work so we all go inside. Bianca goes to shower and CC is still being antisocial so Ash and I are left in the kitchen.

"You gonna talk to the idiot guitar player?" I wonder and she sighs.

"I don't know, why?" Ash wonders and I smile.

"Maybe if Bee sees you two made up she'll think about making up with him." I admit. "I love her but she's so goddamn stubborn. Bianca won't make up with CC although it's killing her."

"What do you mean?" She wonders.

"She's having weird dreams, I know she is. Bee just won't admit it." I explain and she frowns.

"I'll think about talking about talking to--"

"You're a bitch!" Is yelled from the living room.

"Oh shit." I mumble as we go to see what's going on.

"We're twins, how don't you know that!" My wife yells back. "Are you wearing my jeans?"

"What no-maybe. For Christ's Sake, Bianca!" CC snaps and I roll my eyes.

"It's like listening to two teenage girls." Ashley laughs.

"You're still a bitch." He mutters.

"Where's that gun?" Bianca asks.

She walks towards us and I grab her shoulders. Bianca looks pissed.

"Baby, go cool off. Don't shoot anyone." I say and she goes up stairs.

CC storms out the back door. I look at Ashley.

"At least they're talking." She sighs.

"Which New Yorker do you wanna talk down?" I wonder and she smiles.

"I'll take your wife." Ashley says with a laugh.

"Alright but I'm gonna need her back." I say and she laughs again.

"Have fun with CC." Ashley laughs and goes upstairs.

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