Under the Same Sky

Chapter 9: Dunkin

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Chapter 9: Dunkin
I am currently texting on my IPhone with the background of rifle shots filling my ears.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," my little brother Charlie huffed, throwing down his controller. He frowned at the winner, his arms crossed. Weston smiles back, giving the air victory fist bumps. "Player 2 Winner", the shooting game says out loud. I roll my eyes at the two.

"It's alright little bro, rematch?" Weston asks Charlie. Of course they clicked from the start. How could they not have, Charlie makes friends so easily. I envy that about him, how he just radiates positivity. Reminds me of dad. Anyways, at breakfast they were constantly whispering jokes about me, talking about my eating habits, or Charlie telling Weston embarrassing stories. Now they have been playing video games for the last hour. I didn't even want to play, still trying to get over my headache. Even though I could have totally crushed both of them.

"Uh, uh, uh" I shake my head finally tuning into their conversation.

"What? Why can't we play another round?" Weston asks.

"Because I need dunkin, and you have to take me to pick up my car from Kennedy." I tell him, getting up and grabbing my things. I throw a cardigan over my tan tank top, fixing my sweats and throwing on my old white converses. I attempt to tame my wild hair by putting it in a low, messy bun. Even if I wasn't feeling like absolute shit I still wouldn't care about my appearance.

I grab Wendy's keys off the counter and rush out the door. I start the car hoping to warm it up. Frick I swear it got cold overnight. But then again, I'm cold when it's 70 degrees outside. Weston joins me in the car.

"Are you okay?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed. How could he tell?

"Not really, head hurts like shit, body hurts like shit. I am never drinking again." I exaggerate, knowing that last part was a lie. Weston lets out a low chuckle. Putting a hand on my leg, rubbing circles with his thumbs. He starts his car and pulls out of my driveway, the low rumble of the engine vibrating the space around me. I zone in on the hand on my thigh, the touch puts my body at ease, tingles riding up my leg from the contact. I hide my heated face with my hand.

"It's funny, because I don't even remember last night...how does your head not hurt? When did we get home? Did I do anything stupid?" I begin to ramble trying as hard as possible to not focus on the large hand still resting on my lower thigh.

He laughs at me again, "First I don't drink," his amusement leaves his face, "second, we got home at around 3 in the morning, and lastly no you didn't. You aren't a crazy drunk, you're a.. talkative drunk. You kinda spill your guts." He looks at me with a weird face. Oh no. What did I tell him. Did I confess something I would never admit, did I tell him secrets, does he know about my past.

"Like what." I say slowly.

"Well you told me about your dad. You told me about the stars and Jane Austen. You told me about what you wanted to be when you grow up, all about Stanford and volleyball. You spoke about your childhood, and the park.." he pauses trying to think about what else happened, "Oh, you told me Levi was gay, which I already could tell even without him saying it at lunch yesterday... oh and on the ride home when you were passed out asleep, you called me hot." I gasp. No I didn't !

"No way!" I tell him crossing my arms.

"Yep, your exact words were, 'Oh Weston you are just so hot'," he raised his voice an octave in the imitation. Alright now I know he is lying. I don't even think like that, "you are just so hot," yeah no, not me. Sure I have thought something similar to that but I could tell he was lying by the playful look in his eyes.