Dirt

3

Princeton

We sit idling in front of Roger's house, Raine's hand hovering over the horn and only hesitating because Mr. and Mrs. Baker were home. He had Basil get out of the back, seeing as I called front dibs first, to go fetch Roger. But Basil didn't knock once, grab Roger, and hop back to the car in a snap. No, we saw Mrs. Kelly open the door with a smile and basically drag Basil inside. That had been minutes ago.

And if we know anything about each other, it's Raine is not a patient man.

"I swear to fucking god those kids," Raine muttered, shaking his head still staring at the door and tapping the ashes of cigarette out the window. I tap my fingers quickly on the window seal staring at the front door too. Cedar grunted from the back, somehow making Raine respond to himself, "If they aren't out in one minute one of you two are going up next."

"Not it!" Cedar screams in my ear. I instantly wince at the chance of Cedar's volume shattering my eardrums.

"You only want me to go up so you can get up front," I twist in my seat, frowning at Cedar grinning diabolically.

"Y'all are a bunch of drunk, immature idiots," Raine's muttering and shaking his head again, chewing on the butt of his stick.

I turn back straight, "Let me tell ya', far from drunk." Raine taking in another breath to keep talking when we catch the front door finally opening.

Cedar doesn't shut up about how if the front seat is open then it's open for anyone to take until he sees two extra people walking out the door behind Roger. The whole car is silent, all of us watching.

Basil was in front, his eyes wide and lips pulled in the right ways to make the face that showed shock, surprise, and a little bit of frustration. Basil was not one to switch the plan on.

Roger was behind him, looking over Basil's shoulders at us in the car, tight scowl, and eyes thin. Also displaying frustration.

Behind the two boys, were -what I can only assume- the niblings. Right behind Roger was a girl. Dark curls reaching to her shoulders, her grey sweatshirt hung to the full curves of her torso, tight, dark skinny jeans just as accentuating. Her walk has a tiny hop, the curls bouncing just a bit. It's too far to really get the features on her face other than nerves from her suck in bottom lip.

Behind her was the forgotten one, my eyes immediately fixing on him. All I've heard is Cedar's perverted banter about how hot the niece would be. And after it all, I forgot Roger had a nephew too.  

He was tall, about as tall of Roger -height must run in his family. Tight curls were piled on top of his head, washed jeans, and dark blue hoodie- Did they not know how to dress for a party? Was Roger not even kind enough to explain that? But was most different from his sister was his head held high and thick, dark eyebrows knitted low.

Slowly, the parade made its way down the path and reaching us in the car. Basil didn't bother saying anything to Raine through the down window, just pulled open the back door and slid in next to a frozen Cedar.

Then Roger goes to the car, bending down to lay his weight on his forearm he rested on the window seal. His niblings stopped behind him, the shorter looking mildly uncomfortable. The boy looked a little more guarded, unsure how to feel with this situation so settled for unsatisfied, lips curled down on his smooth skin. But my tipsy, horny ass can only marvel at the shape of his jaw.

Managing to shake my attention away, I cock an eyebrow at Roger but he ignores me, focusing on Raine as he lazily explains, "They're coming with us. I tried to tell Mom we wouldn't fit in the shit-mobile," Raine less than pretty hodgepodge of a car. Reliable...most of the time, "Or puppy," Roger got a little blue car, that could barely fit us all so it wasn't always first go, for Christmas after his 16th birthday. I made some offhand, sarcastic comment about how Roger didn't get the puppy he wanted oh so bad. Cedar loves a nickname.