Give To Skinny Love

//9

     Before I knew it, the week passed in a haze and it was finally Friday. Nothing spectacular happened during those days. Just the usual: wake up, go to school, come home, sleep, repeat. But this particular Friday sparked my interest. I'll it admit it, it wasn't just the weekend. Luke would be playing his first football game and I was to watch and take pictures for the school. On the other hand, I was still wary about Damon's motives towards me. His gesture was nice, no denying it now, but it seemed out of character. Something had to be up.

     When I woke up I was particularly lazier than usual. It was early and I suspected no one was up just yet. I didn't bother changing out of my oversized The Killers shirt and just slipped on tight fitting jeans. I slipped downstairs and searched through the kitchen. I took out the ingredients that was required for iced coffee and proceeded doing so. Luke would've been proud. Over the weekend I search up how to make caramel iced coffees in hopes that Luke wouldn't make me run with him to Starbucks every so often.

     As soon as I finished up my cup of coffee, I heard Tyler making his way down the stairs. He entered the kitchen wearing only his sweats and his hair was disheveled, mixture of bed head. Tyler rubbed his eyes before he reached up to the cabinet in order to retrieve a box of Lucky Charms. I had to admit, Tyler's muscles did make a girl swoon — no question about how he became the school's playboy.

     “It's kind of creepy having your stepsister stare at your body. C'mon, Andrea, if you wanted to have a piece of this you should have said so before we became family,” Tyler yawned arrogantly — if that's possible.

     I sat on top of the counter adjacent to Tyler pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. I stuck my tongue out childishly. I didn't expect Tyler to grab my tongue with his fingers.

     “Ew! Tyler that is so unsanitary! You're such a boy!” I cried, rushing over to the sink. In attempt to clean my tongue from Tyler's cooties, I heard him laughing his head off.

     A lightbulb went off and I soaked my hands under the ice cold water. I moseyed on over to where a particular shirtless Tyler had his head thrown back: defenseless. In a swift movement, I shoved my hands onto Tyler's back and he shrieked like a little girl. Now it was my turn to boast in laughter.

     “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up!” Tyler grabbed a towel that was hanging on the stove's handle. “You're just angry because you know that one day you'll fall hopelessly in love with me,” He gave a wink and finished wiping his back.

     I scoffed and retorted, “Don't be so arrogant, Ty. That's kind of unnerving, anyway. Ooh, Tyler! Try my coffee.” I held out my coffee as an offering toward Tyler in hopes that he'll enjoy it.

     He took a sip, then another, and pursed his lips into a tight line. Several seconds later he gave a nod. He quickly handed me back the cup before turning a corner out of the kitchen.

     A genuine smile etched itself on my face. I did a hell of a job on this cup then.

*

     I yawned as I made my way to the photography class. This day had gone by too fast. I like to believe that it was partly because Luke kept wishing it was game time, and the other part was the fact that Damon hadn't bother paying attention to me. I assumed he had forgotten me and moved on with his daily plans. Typical. But I was slightly excited to get my camera and yearbook pass to enter the game tonight.

     I walked into the room and found a couple other fellow yearbook people. They gave me a nod and one of the girls went to the supply closet and retrieved the camera. I was glad that they already knew what to do — made me feel like a usual customer and they knew my order immediately. I wrapped the camera strap around my neck, tugging on it to check its security. Before I forgot, I grabbed my yearbook pass off the hook they have hanging by the classroom door. I gave the students another quick nod and a wave before I made my way down the hall.