Luck is on My Side

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ginny’s POV

That was so weird.  One minute I was talking to Evander in the kitchen, and the next Evander was getting yanked through doors by his scruffy black hair.  I tried to listen to the muffled voices beyond the door, but they came out too garbled to decipher. Eventually, I just gave up and went to plop down in the loveseat that acted as a dining room chair for the tour bus.  I put my head down on my crossed arms, thinking I could get a few more winks of shuteye.

“Morning, Love!”

“Ah!” I screamed at the sound of Tate’s voice from right above me.  The brunette Brit grinned sheepishly and chuckled lightly at my stunned state.

“Not a morning person, I see” he commented tauntingly.

“You just took me by surprise” I retorted haughtily, sitting up from my curled position at the table. My back creaked in the process.

“Ha, sure” he scoffed.  I groaned and muttered spiteful things under my breath.  He just laughed at my grumpiness, clearly ignorant of my distress.

“Did you have a good sleep?” he changed the subject casually while leaning on the counter top like Evander had moments before, sipping his own steaming mug of something.  Coffee?  Tea?  Hot chocolate, perhaps?  It seemed too rude to ask.

“I guess” I mumbled.

“Your hair sure thinks you had a good one” he smiled a sly smirk, the smirk of a fox using its cunning mind to snatch some elusive prey.

“What?” I asked, feeling my hair.  I was shocked to feel massive tangles and random hairs sticking out in all directions like the many spires on the crown of the Statue of Liberty.  I gasped and started to comb through it with frantic fingers.  I felt like the weird and twisted example of what would happen if Medusa and a Troll Doll hooked up.

“That’s a gnarly case of bed head you got there” Fitch said, as he came waltzing in, even doing a twirl like you see girls doing in cheesy tampon commercials.  Ok, that was a weird thought… maybe I shouldn’t watch so much TV.  He had a huge smile on his face.  I scowled at him.  How could he be in a good mood before eight in the morning?  He caught my glare mid-twirl and stopped.

“Oh, there will be none of that sour face! Come on, dance with me!” Fitch exclaimed, grabbing both of my hands and tugging me forcefully into the middle of the kitchen.

“Fitch, no” I said, but it didn’t deter him any.

 He just put his arms around me and shook both of us all around.  There was no music, but I’m not sure there is music to accompany this crazy dance.  I could hear Tate laughing, and soon he joined us.  He put his chest to my back and wrapped his arms around my waist as well, making us into a sort of Ginny sandwich. Let me tell you it wasn’t fun being in the middle.

Just then, I heard a door slide open.  We literally froze mid-jiggle.  I heard a gasp, then uncontrolled, throaty laughter. 

Knox was looking at us, correction, pointedly staring at Fitch and Tate’s gripped arms that surrounded me.

“You know, if you three wanted to have a freaky three-way, could you not do it in the middle of the kitchen?  We do have to eat here, you know” I looked up to see Evander smiling at us smugly.  A three-way?  Was he insane?

“Evander!” I scolded.  He smiled at just me this time. 

“Don’t deny the love, Gin-Gin!” Fitch proclaimed, squeezing me closer to him.