Chapter 50

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"Maybe we won't even run into him."

"Kenz, that's like going to McDonald's and saying you're not going to use the dollar menu."

"But Harry, even if we do run into them, it's not like they're going to pick a fight," I move him to a vacant hall and press his back up against a wall. "Not in front of all those people. They're having some marriage problems and yes Harry, it's slightly because of you and yes, they're trying to clean their image because Charles just got busted for a DUI and possession of a unregistered gun. So they are not trying to make anymore problems for themselves. And running into you-us-is one. Will you, can you please just trust me on this one?" I say, straightening the collar on his navy button up. The stench of our tattoos on our tainted skin, uplifting us both. He blinks towards me and then looks away.

"Only for you." He speaks. "But if he tries to start something..."

"Then kick his ass." I shrug, like he didn't know. He laughs and lays a kiss on my cheek. "Just don't kill him."

"I don't think I can feel my right rib."

"Oh shut up! It wasn't that bad."

One little forever stabbed into your side and suddenly he's having a hissy fit. Snickering, I grab the hem of his shirt and rub his nose on mine. He lurches his hand around my waist as his lips bury in my hair.

"You know, we could skip the whole thing right now, and go do some mattress square dancing."

"Very appreciated, but when we are guests of honor? Need not, when we can just feel each other under the table."

"I like your thinking, Harper."

"And I like that you two can grope each other in a public area and have no shame."

We look over. There's Pablo and Marie dressed in their finery-ish. They hold hands as they stare us at quickly letting go of one another....awkward.

"You know, if you just have to...there's another bathroom down the hall." Pablo jokes...maybe.

"Oh no, oh god no." Lesson 1, a lady never pets her kitty in a bathroom of all places.

"If you want to be sexy and dirty, bathrooms are not the place. Classy is the best kind of nasty." I state. I felt like we are 'familiar' enough to make a statement about Harry and Mine's sex life.....yes it's still awkward. Pablo smiles unknowingly. He knows how to make a situation more uncomfortable than needed.

"Well, we'll be in there if you need us." Marie winks.

With a wave, they're gone and I have to shake the embarrassment off my skin.

"Tell me again why we did this?" I ask.

"Do you ever get the feeling that they're 'that' kind of couple?" Harry inquires.

"You mean....like swingers?"

He nods.

"YOU TOO?" I grab his arm, shocked and pleased. "Ugh, thank god! I thought it was just me! Oh my gosh, they're like the number 69."

"Did you see how he winked at me?" Harry whined.

"Did you see how she winked at me?"

"What if they try to chloroform us?"

"I'd rather be kidnapped raped unconsciously then know what exactly they're doing to us."

Did I already plan this out in my head?

"Well I hope you brought the lube."

Did he already plan this out in his head? I think we're just that messed up in the head, I swear.

"Just don't drink the drinks they give you." I warn.

"I don't want crabs."

"Yeah, I don't want crabs either."

We stare at each other, laughing. Where did this conversation go?

"We need help." We say simultaneously, laughing are stomachs sore.

"Hey..." He slips in during the eye of the storm, "I talked to my parents today. They said they've sent gifts to us in condolences of your house burning down."

Oh.

"That's sweet, tell them I said thank you." I swallow my irrationality like a knife. There's no way I could tell him his dad looks almost identical to him. And also that some crackhead junkie who tried to steal my juices might know him. Yeah. That gun. It's one of Peters. I've seen it before. So PJ does know Peters in some odd way. For what reason, is debatable. Either way, his father is related to him-which is just so far stretched-or his father has been the true middle man this entire time and I'm a patch of weeds in the way. I don't know. That's ridiculous! The likelyhood of either scenario terrifies me to core...

"McKenzie?"

We both turn the other way, Harry's hands suddenly balling into a hardened fist. The sight shivers my bones and now I wish Harry would step in front of me.

"Oh, um. Hi Susan," I gulp..."Charles."

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