The Switch Hitter (GxG)

Chapter 9

I woke up early on the morning of Thanksgiving to the sound of clanging pots and pans. I groaned, rolling over to check the time on my phone.

7:30 AM.

Sighing, I dragged myself out of bed, knowing that with the noise Anna was making in the kitchen, I wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, throwing them on before picking up my phone and stumbling, bleary eyed, into the living room. I flopped down on the couch and watched Anna move purposefully around the kitchen. Without looking up from the turkey she was stuffing, she called out, "Happy birthday, Soph."

My mood instantly brightened. "Oh yeah," I said, "I forgot."

She raised an eyebrow. "You forgot it was your birthday?"

"Sorry, when somebody wakes me up this early on a break I tend to forget things."

"You're lucky I didn't get up at six like I was going to." She put the now-stuffed turkey in the oven and set a timer for three hours. 

I eyed her. "You made an entire turkey for the two of us?"

"No," she said carefully, not meeting my eyes, "I invited somebody else."

"What? Who?" I asked, suspicious.

She mumbled something that I couldn't make out. Her cheeks were flushed.

"I didn't catch that," I said, grinning now as I noticed how uncomfortable she was. 

That could only mean one thing.

"My boyfriend," she muttered, glaring at me as she saw my smile widen.

"You invited your boyfriend to our Thanksgiving dinner?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Things must be getting pretty serious."

Rolling her eyes, she came over and hit me. "His parents had to go out of town, and he didn't have anywhere to go," she said defensively. "I couldn't leave him stranded on Thanksgiving. His little brother's coming too," she added. "I think he's in your grade at Delaware."

I looked up in surprise, rubbing my arm where she'd punched me. "What's his name?"

"Um, Ryan I think?"

Really? Today of all days? Ryan was going to be at my house?

"God dammit, for real?" I asked with a sigh.

She was the one smirking now. "I take it you know him?"

"Unfortunately," I said, which wasn't entirely accurate. After our original encounter on my first day, he had shaped up and had been pretty chill lately. He was funny, and always the life of the party. All in all, I kind of liked him.

Not enough to want him at my house for Thanksgiving, though.

"You like him, don't you?" she teased me, winking.

"Ew, what the hell Anna? I'm a fucking lesbian! And he's a high school boy," I said with a shudder.

She was laughing. "I know, I know, calm down."

I just glared at her. Still smiling slightly, she kept talking. "I have to go get some things for tonight's dinner. If I'm not back when that goes off," she said, gesturing at the timer, "can you pull the turkey out of the oven?"

I shrugged. "If I feel up to it." 

She gave me a look that said she was tired of my shit. "Please?"

I held up my hand in a gesture of surrender. "Fine, fine, don't worry about it."

Nodding her thanks, she grabbed her keys and pulled on a coat. Turning around before she went out the door, she added, "They'll be here around four, so just look somewhat presentable?"