Against The Wall

Chapter Fourteen

"Matty's coming home," I sing. "Matty's coming home." I chant this as I run around the living room. I jump up on my ottoman and do the Cabbage Patch dance as Mel and Tyler stare at me from the sofa. "Matty's coming home."

Out of breath, I have to stop doing the Running Man. I collapse to the floor and try to calm myself.

"Maybe we should go to your place," Tyler says to Mel.

"No way. I want you to meet him," I say.

"Um. I don't think so. I really don't want to be a room away from my baby sister doing the nasty."

Mel chimes in, "They're not doing it." He looks at her confused. "I know. It's this agreement they have. And you gotta remember. They're not a couple." She holds up her air quotes for emphasis.

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An hour later, Matty arrives bearing gifts. Four pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, all in different flavors. Mel and I fight over the Chocolate Fudge Brownie. I win since my friend brought the goods. She takes the Cherry Garcia. Matty let's Tyler choose from the last two, and he goes for some cookie dough brownie concoction. Matty is left with a mint Oreo duo.

"Damn, sis, tell the guy you love him already." Tyler says, devouring his ice cream. "I do."

"Haha," Matty chuckles. "She told you, huh."

"Mel did," Tyler responds.

"So what's going on with you two anyway?" Matty asks them.

But I answer. "About twenty years of pent up
sexual tension, finally released. It was bound to happen eventually, I guess."

Matty slides the spoon from his mouth, and I
want to taste his lips right now. "It's funny how you talk about it, Shel. It doesn't bother you that your bestie and your brother are hooking up?" I shake my head.

Of course not. "But I doubt Tyler would let his best friend anywhere near his little sister."

"No fucking way. I'd kill'em," Ty says, with a loud chuckle.

"You guys are funny. You look alike and you have the same choice of words," Matty tells us.

We do look alike. We have the same green eyes, small nose, and brownish hair. Although, his is a little more on the blond side. I have more freckles than he does though, on my nose and under my
eyes, if you look really close. Ty has none. He got the height though, taking after my dad. My petite frame came from my mom.

Mel loves his perfectly gelled hair, and the tiny mole he has under his right eye. I've never really thought about the way we talk though. Pretty soon, Matty's going to be cursing every other word too.

"So, you're my sister's friend? Not her boyfriend, but you stay over every night?" Tyler begins the inquisition.

"I guess you could put it like that," Matty says.

I toss a pillow at Ty. "What are you? Dad, or something?"

"It's okay Shel," Matty says, patting my leg.

"Well, it just seems a little weird you're here with her every day. You're not having sex, supposedly. And you're okay with her going out with other guys.
It's just odd," Tyler continues. "It's not like she's gone out with anyone I need to be worried about."

I butt in, "But I could if I wanted to"

"Sure," he pats my leg again.

"Why do you say it like that? You don't think I can find a decent guy to go out with me? Someone who would be worthy enough to make you worry?" I ask
him.