"A drunk mans words are sober thoughts." - Unknown
Song Suggestion: How Deep Is Your Love - Calvin Harris & Disciples
"An- and then, she threw the orange at me!" Lucas was explaining the story of how we met to his mother, and he was dying of laughter.
Melissa failed at hiding her amusement.
"What? I could have stopped an intruder Melissa," I said, giving a reason for my defense.
"With an orange?" She deadpanned.
"They could have been allergic?" I reasoned with her.
"Yes, because someone will get an allergic reaction by being hit with an orange," Melissa sarcastically said.
"You never know," I shrugged.
She chuckled at all my comebacks while Lucas was grinning.
"So anyway Kensi, tomorrow why don't you get Lucas to show you around and then the next day we can start on that thing," Dr Reynolds suggested to me.
"Yeah, that'd be great," I agreed.
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"And this is my tree house," Lucas ended his tour.
We were in the Reynolds' backyard in Lucas' tree house which overlooked their neighborhood. It was six o'clock and the view from the tree house was breathtaking.
"So you're nineteen and a freshman in college?" I asked.
"Yup, majoring in computer science."
"That's cool, maybe you could teach me a few things," I suggested and he chuckled.
"Sure," he agreed.
"What do you want to be?" Lucas asked me.
"I think a writer. I'd want my words to change the world, to make people stop and think," I replied, staring at the view.
"Wow and the award for the deepest improv goes to Kensi Summerskill," he chuckled, nudging my elbow as they were propped on the balcony.
"What can I say? I'm a natural," I chuckled.
"So tell me, you got a boy back in New York?" Lucas teasingly asked.
"Actually, no." I answered, feeling out of breath.
"Oh?" He said, sounding surprised.
"Why so surprised?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.
"No reason," he said and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Once I was seven years old
I looked down and saw an unknown caller. I smiled at Lucas and apologized for having to take this call.
"Hello?"
"Kensiiii."
"Ethan?"
"I'm sorryyyy for being a bad brother. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have you done that to," he said, there was a slight slur in his voice and he always jumbled up words when he's drunk. Great, he decides to intoxicate himself when I'm halfway across the world.
"Ethan, where are you?" I calmly asked, but I started biting my nails because my nervousness was starting to get the best of me. Lucas was looking at me with a sign of concern.
"At Asher's house, there's this party. You should comeeee Kensssiiii," he offered and I chuckled.
"I'm in Australia Ethan," I said, a sigh escaping me.
"Why'd you have to leave me? Why Kensi why?"
"Ethan please be safe, I have to go."
"You're lyingggg," he accused, which was true.
"I'm sorry Kensi. I messed up. I'm sorry," and then he started to cry, "I'm a lame excuse of a big brother. I pushed my sister away," he wailed.
"Whose phone are you calling from?" I asked.
"Some chick, I don't know her name," he replied.
"Please come home Kensi!" He cried.
"Ethan, you wouldn't be saying this if you were sober. Bye," I ended the call.
"What's wrong?"
"Drunk calls from my idiot of a brother," I explained to Lucas.
We then went inside the house for dinner. What a call. A drunk man's words are sober thoughts. Maybe he did mean that apology? But better I receive one when he's in his right state of mind.
Lucas was already inside. My phone beeped and I opened my messages.
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