The Bride's Brother

Six - Chicken

SIX

April finally called. She was telling me about how much fun Costa Rica is and that she is definitely going to live there someday. 

However, I didn't want her to leave me just yet.

"So, Mary, how is the planning going? Please tell me that you and Drew are not fighting every second of it," she asked.

I chuckled, "The planning's good. I'm not going to tell you everything; it's a surprise! Unfortunately, Drew and I constantly bicker, though."

I heard her sigh, so I changed the topic.

"How's Malcolm? Is he loving Costa Rica as much as you?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah!" She said, while giggling. "He is really into the activities and everything."

"Oh, really? That's good. I'm glad you guys are having fun," I said, truthfully. 

"I really miss you, Mare. I have to go, someone else needs to use the phone. Bye, I love you."

"Bye, April, love you too. Have fun."

With that, I hung up. 

I was still in bed, only wearing my maroon tank top and cotton shorts. I climbed out and fixed myself some coffee. 

It was really nice out today, so I stepped out on my balcony where there was a small tree and a cream-colored couch behind a small glass table. 

I comfortably sat on the couch snuggling up to the pillow my grandmother bought me a few years ago.

Looking out the buildings in front of me, I smiled. I wish I could be out here more often. I was always happy out here, mostly because of this view. 

A few minutes later, I heard a man's voice from behind me say, "What the fuck, Mary?"

I jumped, startled, and turned around. I almost dropped my mug because of Drew.

"What?" I asked, baffled.

"I knocked, like, eight times and you didn't answer!" He said, his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry?" I said. "Wait a second, how did you get in, then?"

He shrugged, "I'm used to locking myself out of my apartment so I just--"

I gasped, "You broke in? What if I wasn't home? Or just taking a shower? Or sleeping?!"

"Why are you freaking out?"

"You don't just sneak in someone's house if they don't invite you in!"

He backed away, "Okay, okay. Lesson learned."

"Good!" I yelled, walking inside, making my way past him.

When I turned around I caught him looking at my butt. Shit! I totally forgot I was wearing my pajamas. 

I scowled at him, and jogged to my room. What a pig.

When I came back out, wearing actual clothes, I asked what he was doing here.

"Remember? Yesterday, you told me we had to go food testing or something like that?"

I tilted my head back. I completely forgot about that. "Oh, right."

He took his keys out of his pocket, "I'm driving,"

"Okay, hold on," I said, while going to grab my purse.

My hair was extremely frizzy, so I quickly french braided it and put on my heels.

When we got to his car, he asked, "What food are we testing?"