Mickey was still in the shower. I had washed and dryed his shorts and boxers and gave it to him. He had forgotten his shirt outside. I went to go get. I put it on myself. It was big and cozy and red. It smelled like Mickey, a mix of cologne and Dentyne Ice. I had my SuperMan shorts on and I waited for Mickey on the couch. When Mickey got out of the shower with his loose Bermuda shorts on. He looked at me.
"What? You forgot your shirt outside."
He nooded and slid down the banister. He came by me, and laid down on the couch. I went above him, supporting my weight on my hands.
"When's your sister coming back? And what about your brothers?"
"I don't know..."
I went down about to kiss him, when the door opened. I was still above him, my weight on my hands, our feet touching.
"Whoa," said a familiar voice. Jordan. My hand slipped at the edge of the couch and I fell on top of Mickey.
"Oh shit... sorry."
Mickey looked at my face and smiled and looked at Jordan's and glared. I got off of him and fixed myself and my wet hair. I realized I still had Mickey's red polo on.
"Do you always have to walk in?" asked Mickey.
I really needed to lock that door.
"What were you guys doing?" Heather walked in and Jordan covered her eyes.
"Push-ups, yeah... push-ups that's good," I said quickly.
"On his lips," said Jordan.
"Right, anyway... my mom kicked me out of the house and I brought Heather with me..."
"Because I knew something interesting was happening here. I came at the perfect time."
I gritted my teeth together.
"Right... what time is it?" I asked. Mickey on his cell phone playing games, still laying down on the couch.
"It's 5:00. We're leaving at 10."
Jordan had a soda in his hands and so did Heather.
"We brought microwave popcorn and a horror movie," said Heather in a cutesy voice.
"Ah, perfect..." said Mickey getting up.
I gave Mickey his shirt, I had a shirt underneath.
"Well, whatever. It's what we used to do when we were all just friends," said Heather.
Heather came in and put Dawn of the Dead in the player. She sat down on the loveseat with Jordan, snuggling against his body. My sister called.
"Hello?" I said.
"Yeah, Mel, I'm gonna be home late. Don't call mom or dad, though. And if Bruno and Nick come home, tell them I'm with John trying to work our problems out. Okay?"
"Okay... well, call later when you're coming home."
I still wondered who she was with. But that wasn't any of my buisness.