Speechless: REWRITTEN

25. Lily

Roscoe

"What's taking them so long?" Gianna paces across the living room impatiently, asking that question for the fifth time in a row.

"A watched pot never boils," Robin shrugs.

"They were arguing, but now I can't hear anything." She gasps suddenly. "What if they're having sex?"

"That'd be some very quiet sex," I reply.

"I'd hope. They know we're out here, right?" She presses her ear against the door again.

"Yeah, I mean, we are the psychos that trapped them," Robin stretches, leaning across the entire futon so his head ends up on my lap. I stand up abruptly so his head hits the futon.

"Come on, I'm dying with anticipation!" Gianna is literally jumping up and down. Suddenly, all the barricades we put in place explode outward, knocking Gianna over and into the bathroom across the way. The door opens, Cheyenne exiting first and giving her poor friend a onceover before entering the living room. Mordecai comes after her, not even regarding Gianna. Meanwhile, Robin is laughing hysterically and I just give Gianna a look of pity as she springs up from the items and leaps over them into the living room.

"So, so, so, so..." Gianna smooths down her hair. "What's the verdict?"

Cheyenne and Mordecai look at each other, doing that whole telepathic thing that Gianna and I do. But theirs has to be in Spanish because I don't understand what's being communicated.

"I'm leaving!" Cheyenne declares dramatically.

"No! Don't go!" Mordecai is playing along, and I knew I just lost a fucking bet.

"No!" She turns back to him. "You're unforgiven! So goodbye!" She then turns on her heel and exits the apartment, Mordecai on her heels.

"I'm a wreck without you!" he calls, and then breaks out into laughter. Eventually, Cheyenne reenters the apartment, laughing as well, and then they share a kiss.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Gianna sulks for .2 seconds before realizing it. "Free groceries for two months! Yes!"

"And $20! Hell yeah!" Robin cheers.

Mordecai enters the living room, an arm around Cheyenne's waist. "Wait, did you make a bet that we would get back together?"

"Roscoe didn't think that you were!" Gianna practically snitches on me. "He thought you were going to hate each other."

"Remind me why I asked you out," I glare at her. Then I turn back to Mordecai. "I thought you guys were just going to be friends. I don't know."

Cheyenne grins up at Mordecai. "Nah, he's way too handsome to be just friends with." They share another kiss.

Gianna clears her throat, and I look at her, an innocent look etched on her face. Oh no... "Roscoe, we should probably go. They might want their... privacy."

I narrow my eyes at her, and then I set my hands on my hips. "Whatever could you mean, Gianna?"

"Y'know... privacy."

"Privacy? They could just go into the bedroom if they want to talk again."

"No, Roscoe." She approaches me. "Privacy."

"Hey, Roscoe," Robin horribly whispers. "I think she means we should leave so they can fuck."

"I know what she means!" I snap at him.

"And we are not going to do... that," Cheyenne inputs, glaring at every last one of us.

"Oh, good," Robin sighs. "Because I hate walking into a post-sex apartment."