Impractical (1)

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"Two guys in one night!" Camden laughed, sitting on the couch with the remote gripped in his hand, "Leave with one, come back with another." He chuckled, saying, "Be careful, the neighbors might start to notice."

"Shut up and learn some manners, Camden." She shook her head, placing her purse on the counter as she passed, "You remember Sal, right?"

"Of course," He sighed, laughing, "You never shut up about him."

"Camden!" She nervously glanced back at Sal to see a smile pulling at his lips.

"Olivia, you're home!" Brody exclaimed with a relieved sigh, running down the stairs with a white shirt in his hands, "I can't get it out!" He almost cried, his voice breaking, "Everything I do makes it worse!"

She took the shirt from his hands and hung it between her fingers to see the large black ink stain spread across the front, "Try nail polish remover or rubbing alcohol," She told him with a smile, tossing the shirt at him, "It should come right out."

"You're a life saver!" He sighed, placing the shirt on the back of a chair before offering his hand to the  familiar man standing behind his sister, "Salamander, how have you been?" He asked with a laugh, shaking his hand.

"I've been good," He smiled, saying, "It's been a while. Last time I saw you, you were only three feet tall."

"I've grown since then," He pulled the shirt back into his hands, sighing, "I'll be upstairs pouring alcohol on my shirt."  He flashed Sal a smile, saying, "You two have fun."

"Camden, go to your room." Olivia called as Brody walked toward the stairs. 

"Why can't you just sit in your room?" Camden asked, a laugh in his voice, saying, "You'll be in there within the next hour anyway, why not just chill in there to begin with?"

A nervous laugh escaped Sal's lips and she felt her heart jump, "Camden, go upstairs." She growled with the hints of a smile on her lips.

"Fine," He shrugged, placing the remote on the card table, "Do me a favor and keep it down, okay?" He looked directly at Sal, saying, "My headphones broke yesterday and I haven't had the chance to get a new pair."

"Oh my God, Camden!" Olivia slapped his shoulder and he let out a laugh, jogging toward the hallway, "I'm so sorry about that," She sighed nervously, avoiding Sal as she moved toward the kitchen, "Would you like a drink?" She asked him as she walked away, almost immediately saying, "I need a drink." 

He followed her into the kitchen and leaned against the center island as she fixed two glasses of wine, "So, is it true?" He asked, catching her attention. She looked up at him and he couldn't stop smiling, asking her, "You never shut up about me?"

"Camden likes to hear himself talk," She said, a nervous smile on her lips as she handed him a glass and stepped to exit the kitchen.

"You're avoiding the question," He smirked at her as she took a seat on the couch, "Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked, taking a seat to her right.

"Let's watch your show," She hummed, looking at him with a smirk on her lips, "Is that alright?"

"Uh," He shifted in his seat, sitting with a small gap between them, "I guess, I mean, yeah." He looked nervous and she smiled, taking the remote from the table.

Searching the TV network, she found his show and clicked to watch it for free, "Is this going to be funny?" She asked him with a grin as advertisements began to play.

He leaned forward, emptying his phone, keys, and wallet onto the card table, "I hope so," A nervous laugh escaped his lips and he angled his body slightly toward her, crossing his ankle over his knee, "It is a comedy show, so --."