He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

That was awkward

We kissed until the ride lurched and we started descending.  I felt my face grow hot as he grabbed my hand as I looked ahead.  Chyna was going to kill me.  I felt more confused than ever.  I had now kissed both of these guys, and they were both amazing kissers.  How was I so cursed to have two boys that would kill for me?  We got off the ride with our plushies and walked to his car.  I laughed at the backseat being stuffed with stuffed animals.

He drove me back to my house and pulled in front.  I got out and leaned down to look at him, "Do you want to come in for dinner?"

"Won't He kill me?"

"No, I won't let him."  Jake scoffed, but got out, and grabbed the stuffed animals, "Those are yours."

"Yeah, and that means I decide what I do with them, and I want to give them to you."  Damn guy figuring out loopholes.  I shook my head but helped him carry them in.  The door was unlocked, and I smelled soup coming from the kitchen.  Soup, during the summer.  What the hell?

Alex was in the kitchen stirring a pot, I had never seen him cook, but I had to admit, it was kinda hot.  I went over to him and looked into the bubbling liquid.  the aroma of onions filled my nose.  French onion soup, my favorite.  I rubbed my hand on his back and he wrapped his free arm around me.  "Where did you learn to cook?"

"My mom thought it would be important to teach me to cook, this was the only recipe I retained, though."

"Well, I'm glad you remembered this one."  I sauntered over to the cabinet to get out three bowls and spoons.  I began setting the table with Jake at one end.  I planned to seat Alex at the other end and me in the middle.  No one would be fighting over who got to sit next to me that way.

After putting the bowls in place, I got my mom's cast iron flower she used to put hot things on the table and set it in the middle.  "What do you need me to do Alex?"

"Oh, nothing for now, unless you want to cut the bread."  Okay, simple enough.  I opened the french bread packet and cut inch thick slices, I got through three until I felt a stinging pain in my hand.  I was bleeding.

I ran over to the sink and turned on the cold water.  "Shit."

Alex spun around and ran to me at the same time Jake reached my hand.  "Where are the band-aids?"

"Medicine cabinet in the bathroom."  That was shockingly Alex.  I sat there staring at the rust colored water running down the sink.  I didn't like blood, not at all.  I passed out the first time my dad had a bloody nose.  Call me a hemophiliac or whatever, I just didn't like it.  

Alex got the hint and covered my eyes.  I tried to take deep breaths and waited for Jake to get the band-aids.  I still saw the image in my head of my cut finger, and it made it worse.  "Alex?"

"I'm right here babe."

"Distract me."  I started breathing heavily until I felt his lips by my ear, "You know, I always imagined us cooking together, granted I didn't have Jake pictured in my head, but this is still good.  Now, I know that you look so pretty when you are freaking out, and when you're cooking."

"You look hot when you're cooking too."

"Haha, but I'll never beat you."

"I couldn't find the band-aids!"  I heard Jake yelling from the dining room.

"I'll go get them, you need to distract her."  I felt his hands leave my eyes and I looked at the water, it wasn't nearly as red, more of a pink.  I felt like I was going to throw up.  Jake ran over to me and rubbed my back. 

"It's fine, just a little blood."

"Okay, you need to shut up."  I felt bad for snapping at him, but I couldn't handle him mentioning blood.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the sink.  He kept rubbing my back, but I wasn't thinking of him.  I was thinking of Alex, and cooking together when we were older.  

Alex was back quickly and he nudged Jake out of the way.  I felt the water turn off and I opened my eyes again.  My finger started pushing out drops of blood.  "Look at me Cyd."

I looked up at Alex and tried to analyze all the features of his face as he fixed my finger.  I felt a cool gel spread on the cut and it stopped the stinging, probably Neosporin.  I felt the fabric band-aid tighten around my finger and looked down from his face.  The blood was gone and I instantly felt better.

Jake was standing by the stove, dumbfounded.  Alex went back to stirring the soup and added a few handfuls of sauteed onions.  I cleaned up my mess and carefully cut the rest of the bread.

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An hour later, we were sitting down at the table with bowls of steaming soup and sliced bread.  "Where were the band-aids."

"Right in front of your fucking face once you opened the medicine cabinet."

"I didn't see them."

"You didn't even look."  

"Guys!  It's done, now can we please just enjoy dinner in peace?"  They grumbled in agreement and went back to mixing their bread, cheese, and onion broth.  

I finished first and loaded the leftovers into a Tupperware dish and waited for it to cool before going in the fridge.  After the boys finished, I rinsed out all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.  Alex came in to help me, but I shoved him out of the way with the excuse that he cooked.  Jake came into the kitchen after I loaded the spoons and shut the door.  He pulled me into a kiss, "Sorry love, I should've done something."

"It's really fine, it's over now."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm gonna head home before Alex gets out of the shower and beats me for letting a drop of blood escape your finger."

I chuckled and walked him to the door.  While Alex was in the shower, I figured I would change into my pajamas.  As I was pulling on my bottoms, I felt his hands wrap around my stomach and pull me up against his bare chest.  My cartoon pants fell to my ankles and I stood there in my underwear.

He spun me around and gently put his lips on mine.  I felt the same feeling I felt earlier with Jake.  I guess I just like gentle kisses.  He released my lips but still held me in his arms.  "How about you sleep with me tonight?"

"I'd like that, but it's only eight o'clock."

"Well, what would you like to do until then?"

"Hm, watch the Princess Bride."

"Uh, okay."  A look of torture crossed his face for a second, but he smiled.  I could see he really didn't want to watch it.

"I was kidding."

"Really?  Because if not-"

"Alex, I was joking.  What do you want to do?"

"I could think of a few things."  He slid his hands down my waist and lightly squeezed my butt.

"I think that's an unfair advantage."

"It's not a competition."

"Oh, but it is, you see, whoever I choose gets to fuck me for quite a while, and this would be your third go around.  Which is unfair."

"Cyd, that's torture."

"Oh hush, in a week you will know my decision."

"Care to give me a hint?"  I shook my head and pulled away to put my pajama pants on.  He huffed so bad he almost blew a house down.  I laid in bed and pat the side next to me. 

He lumbered over and shut off my lamp.  After pulling me into a spooning position, and quickly dozed off.  I, however, laid in bed and thought about what I was going to do in that week.