Something About Us

Part Two

January 2013

Enter: Taylor Jude Tramblay

     I lazed around the house until two o’clock in the afternoon when I saw a black Dodge Charger pull into the driveway. There was only one person I knew who drove a black Dodge Charger, and that person was supposed to be in Italy at this exact moment.

     I sprang up from my perch and hurried over to the window. Mom likes the lace curtains in the living room for two reasons; it gives the living room and airy feel and it allows her to screen the people who ring our doorbell. It was a good thing the living room lights were off too so from the outside looking in I blended right in with the dark living room.

        The driver of the car opened the slick side door and stepped out. As soon as I saw the heavy black Doc Martins I knew it was Holiday Boulstridge. He slipped a little on the ice of the driveway but – as someone who had dabbled in figure skating – he caught himself and blushed.

       Slowly and cautiously he walked to the back of the car and pulled open the door. When he opened the side door, he took out several brightly wrapped gifts. Of course good ol’ Hol would have gotten gifts. He had a box tucked under his arm, a bag in his hand and a bouquet of flowers.  I was guessing all were for my twin brother Ryan, because he was indeed Holiday’s ex-boyfriend.

      It was a shame Holiday was such a lazy and fickle lover. He so handsome my neck felt hot whenever he came around. His face was all high-cheekbones and angles and planes. His eyes were wolf-like and bright green. He wore two snakebites on his lower lips that fit him perfectly. His hair was a nice shade of dirty blonde that always tousled. Of course there was that ever present scar slashing down his cheek and though it was unnerving it added mystery to him.

        Yes, I felt embarrassed because I was swooning over my brother’s boyfriend but I can’t help who I find hot. It’s not like I didn’t find my own boyfriend handsome; I just thought Holiday was cute too. I thought Eric Bana and Prince Harry were hot too, but I don’t feel guilty about that, now do I?

      I zipped myself into my winter parka and jammed Ryan’s striped bucket hat onto my head. I was about to put my winter boots on, but Holiday was nearly at the patio. I settled for Dad’s knee-high boots even though it looked ridiculous with my polar bear pyjama pants.

     When Holiday’s leather clad finger was about to touch the doorbell I thrust open the door. A smile drew itself across his face and he chuckled. “TJ! Hey, what amazing timing!”

      I smiled calmly at him. “Hello Holiday. Can we step outside on the patio for a moment?” I said stepping out onto the patio pushing Holiday back onto the patio whether he wanted to go or not. His green eyes flitted around the patio but then he yielded.

      Holiday and I sank into the pale wooden chairs. “So how was Italy?” I asked with a small smile. Just to keep Holiday at ease and to keep him from suspecting what I had truly intercepted him for.

     “It was fantastic. It was really informative,” Holiday grinned and then bit his lip. “I’ve been there before on a family vacation but nothing’s ever really fun when you go with your family. You ought to go one day, TJ.”

      “Met anybody?”

      Holiday blushed a little. “Nothing worth mentioning.”

      “Got rid of the v-card?” It was terribly personal and none of business to ask or to know, but it came out of my mouth anyway in the way that things tend to when I get overly excited.