Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 20: They Make A Nice Pair, Don't They?

(Picture of Austin Hood Above)

             As the guys began to leave, they all exchanged manly bro hugs. Lucy and I played with Chase for a while before she told me she thought she should leave. She has church and pottery class tomorrow.
           "Church, huh?" I raise an eyebrow.
             Lucy's faces goes red. "We never speak of that. EVER AGAIN!"
             Lucy starts down the brick pathway. I hold my hands up on defense, smiling happily. As I begin to take Chase inside, I see the most wonderful sight all evening. Austin Hood, Mr.-Dreamy-Face-&-Body, rushes past me and runs to catch up with Lucy. I smile at the sight.
          "Lucy! Hey, wait up!" Austin chases Lucy and stops her, smiling.
          I smile at the way Lucy blushes pink and looks down, the way Austin grins down at her as he escorts her to her car. I can't explain how full I am with love.
          "They make a nice pair, don't they?" A familiar voice says behind me.
              I turn to see Evan standing there in the doorway of his house. Hands in his pants pocket, a tired smile on his face, those glossy blue eyes focused on me happily. Confused, I look back and forth from Evan to Lucy and Austin.
          "Did you do that?" I smile curiously.
           Evan shrugs. "I only took part in 25%. You were already 34% and he already thought 41%. I only suggested that he walk her to her car."
              A tremendous amount of happiness fills me. I rush up the two steps and into the doorway. My hands find their place on Evan's bearded cheek and his pale neck, my lips finding their place on his. He wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing me harder. He taste like beer and chili nachos. I am so, so happy! Tears of joy lightly roll down my cheeks. I lay my head on his chest.
                "Thank you for doing that." I smile like a dork.
                Evan sways us back and forth. "Anything to make you smile."
                I look up at him happily. My thumb traces the creases on his forehead. He takes my hand and pulls me back into the house, closing the door and locking it.
                   Evan and I clean up the mess that is leftover from the guys. From red cups to dishes to taking out the full trash bags. I vacuum the crumbs and the dog hair, happy to finally have a clean house again.
                  As Evan and I head back to his bedroom, we hear a squeaking sound. Evan holds me behind him as he looks around. We walk through the maze like hallways until we get to the spare bedroom that is close to our bedroom. It's an annoyingly squeaking sound, like box springs. Evan quickly opens the—OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I quickly turn and rush towards Evan's bedroom, Evan hot on my heels. When we reach Evan's room, he closes the door and lets out a shaky breath.
                   "I didn't—oh wow." Evan says in shock.
                   "We both knew Drew was gay, but—" I say just as shocked as he is.
                  "—Derrick?" Evan says confused, "Well, his fiancée won't be too thrilled when she hears about this."
We both burst out laughing.

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The next morning, I decided to let Evan sleep in. I had got up and started towards the kitchen when that spare bedroom door opened. And out stepped Derrick. We both froze, our faces blushing pink with embarrassment.
I rock back and fort on the balls of my feet. "So...Drew over Julie?"
Derrick clears his throat. "I've just recently found out that I'm bisexual."
As if it weren't already obvious, dipshit. When did he find out that he was bisexual? Last night when Drew spilled chili on him? It ain't none of my business, it ain't none of my business. But Drew could do better than Derrick. In fact, Julie could do better than Derrick.