Witness to a Love Story

Nineteen: Maybe

My eyes nudge open as my phone keeps going off. "Who could be calling me at six am on a Saturday?" I mumbled into my pillow. With a groan, I finally pick up the phone.

"What?" I croak into the receiver.

A cheerful response follows. "Kitty! Where are you?" Jay asks with an underplaying tone of irritation.

My eyes narrow when it dawns on me who is on the other line. Half of my mind starts screaming to just hang up. The other tries to rationalize and say we just became friends again. I internally wince at associating that word to anyone, much less an annoying prick with blue hair. In the end, I growl, "In bed, dumbass. Where else do I sleep?"

"In your evil lair." Jay says with a tad annoyance. "Hey, kitty. Riddle me this. Why isn't your ass at this stupid blood drive helping me?"

"Wha?" I quite literally feel the gears in my head turning.

Jay, being ever so patient, kindly informs me with a shout. "Volunteer! Detention! Ring any bells, you damn cat?"

I pull my phone away from my ear before any permit damage can be done. Looking at my phone in disbelief, I barely manage to keep from yelling at him. "Hehe. Thanks for reminding me, buddy." I strangle the words out in a murderous kind of way.

I hear a sigh come from the other end of the phone. Faintly, I hear Jay mumble, "You're not a morning person."

"What gave it away?" I ask back sarcastically, the tension between us dying down.

A hint of an eye roll seeps from Jay's screen into my own. I smirk despite him not being able to see it. "Just get over here. I'll text you the directions." Jay grumbles before hanging up.

"Rude," I say as I begrudgingly leave my bed. Within a matter of minutes, I'm ready and dragging my half-asleep twin out the door.

Josh let's out a large yawn as we arrive at our destination. "I hate you," he says in a monotone voice.

"Love you, too." I reply with a smile. Josh shoots me a glare and I shrug. "You're the one that wrecked my car," I say innocently and get out.

Josh just flips me off as he drives away. A small laugh escapes me. Suddenly, my arm is in a death clamp and I'm being dragged towards a community center. "Piercings!" I yell angrily as I stare a hole into the back of his head.

Jay talks as he drags me. "We have to hurry. The event starts soon."

He finally grants my arm freedom when he stops in front of a lady wearing a white pressed uniform. She's got curled brown hair and a nice pair of knockers. "Well this explains everything," I grumble in a sour note.

"I found the volunteer!" Jay says with a bit of a proud smirk. A gleam of lust is swirling in those eyes of his as he checks out the women.

"Good job, Jay!" The women responds with a big ol' smile. I roll my eyes as she turns to me. She holds a hand out that I just look at. After getting the hint, she puts it down. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Arlene and I'll be in charge of you two!"

"Yay," I say in a monotone voice.

I can tell Arlene doesn't appreciate my response. Jay nudges me as if to tell me to behave. Arlene continues, "You two won't be dealing with any blood. You'll be passing out flyers on the street."

I point towards the busy street in front of the center. "Are you nuts? It's over ninety-five degrees today." I tell Arlene.

Her smile gets a bit bigger. "It's good to know you watch the weather reports. Now let's go get those flyers."

After me and Jay went inside briefly to retrieve said flyers, we were both outside melting on the hot pavement with a stack of papers. "This sucks!" I express my displeasure loudly.

"It's not that bad, kitty." Jay says, shooting me a look.

I sneer at him. "You're only saying that, piercings, because Arlene has big boobs."

Jay chuckles. "How did you know?" A smirk is on his face.

"'Cause you're like every other guy out there." I say without a smile.

Jay's smirk gets just an inch bigger. "You're so cute when you're jelly!" He says in a puppy dog voice.

I kick him hard in the shin because my hands are currently full. "What the hell do I have to be jealous about?" I snarl at him. Jay just chuckles. I roll my eyes and start walking away.

"Where are you going, kitty?" Jay asks me.

I turn around and start walking backwards. "To do my job, piercings!" I call back at him.

Jay chuckles. "Turn back around! I wanna check out your ass!" He yells back.

Please let the slight heat rising to my cheeks be an imagination. My brain, unable to cope, simply yells back at him. "Shut up!"

While walking backwards, I may have bumped into someone. And all the flyers may have fallen to the asphalt and incoming cars. And it may be all my fault. Or maybe not.