Jamie
~ December 28th ~
After Patrick and I drop my dad off at the airport and wave him off, I'm back home packing for the cabin. I don't bother packing much clothes (cosy clothes, pyjamas, slippers, robe, bikini for the hot tub, some towels), but I am sure to pack plenty food and drink, primarily alcohol. There's not much to do at the cabin, besides sit around in the hot tub, drink and watch TV. And this year, I am very conscious that Erin and Jay will have a whole new activity available to them; having sex. I'm hoping the weather is okay, because me and Patrick are probably gonna get cabin fever. Literally. At least if the weather's nice we can go for walks through the woods and around the lake with Benji or something, rather than staying in doors with Erin and Jay.
Unfortunately for me and Patrick, the weather today is terrible. It's pouring and it's windy and it's cold and it's been dark all day. Even Benji doesn't wanna go outside. I pick up Patrick from his apartment, and begin the drive to the cabin. It's only about a half hour away, in the direction of South Bridge, so it isn't too far. When we get there, we see Jay's jeep in the driveway, so we know they're already here.
"What do you think they're doing?" Patrick asks me with a grin, and I thump him on the chest before running from my car to the front door of the cabin with Benji hot at my heels. I'm soaked and I'm freezing and I hope to god Jay has started the fire already.
He has! Legend. It's nice and cosy inside the cabin, much to my relief. I remove my coat and hang it up on the coat rack by the door, before kicking my boots off and leaving them by the door too. The fire is roaring, the lights are on, but there's no sign of Erin or Jay... Benji sniffs around the main living area of the cabin curiously. He can smell them, clearly. He just can't see them.
And just as Patrick walks through the front door, casually shaking some of the rain water out of his hair, I hear it. Erin. Yelling. I cringe, before pulling my phone out of my pocket and pressing play on my most current Spotify playlist. I turn up the volume as loud as it will go.
"Why did we agree to come here?" Patrick asks, feigning misery, while walking through to the kitchen.
"Because we're all best friends and this is what we do!" I call after him, desperately trying to ignore the sound of Erin screaming Jay's name (Jamie. My name. God) over and over again from the master bedroom upstairs. Nah, fuck this. I follow Patrick through to the kitchen, hopefully it won't be so loud in there. He's leaning on the counter with a beer in his hand. He holds it out to me, before opening the fridge and retrieving another one.
"Those are Jay's beers. All our stuff is still in my car." I point out.
"He owes us for making us put up with this shit for the next two days." Patrick mumbles. I laugh.
"At least they're happy." I comment, before rummaging around in one of Jay's duffel bags he's left laying on the kitchen floor. I pull out his wireless speakers. Awesome, I can get my music going louder now.
"We need Jack." Patrick says with a sigh as the muffled sound of Erin moaning gets louder. He pulls a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cupboard. Sounds good. I connect my phone to Jay's speakers and turn the music up louder. I can see Patrick's lips moving, and he's looking at me. I don't know what he's saying though.
"WHAT?" I yell at him. He rolls his eyes and gestures for me to turn the volume down, so I do.
"I asked if you brought Coke. There isn't any in here." Patrick says. I can't hear Erin moaning anymore. They must have finished.
"No, I didn't." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Screw it, lets drink it straight."
"Really?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me, impressed with my suggestion.
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The Middle - Volume Two ✔️
Romance#3 - Shocks 27/9/19 "Don't hold back." I whisper, and he brings his face up to look into my eyes. He looks conflicted, but the lust raging inside of him is enough to override the conflict. And in a split second, he snaps his hips forward and I feel...
