Post Twenty-Five: Seriously
- Britany le Fay
- May 20, 2016
- 4 min read
Elli
“Okay. It's not like I'm not happy for you guys,” Natalie called to us through my bedroom door, “but it's been like two days, do you think you could do something, you know, besides each other?”
Morgan and I were curled around one another, a familiar place for us over the last 40ish hours. I was continually surprised at how we seemed to find new ways to enjoy each others company. Especially after so long of doing nothing else.
I mean, It wasn't as if we didn't take breaks, you know? Some food here, taking the dogs out there. A shower at one point, which led to the difficult task of shower sex. Given our height disparity, it was nearly impossible. I decided I'm not a fan.
It was true though, I was getting sore. My limbs felt restless from lack of...normal activity. Too much bed rest. As much fun as it would be to spend the entire week in my room, I got the feeling that Nat might be right.
“You know...”
“No...don't say it,” Morgan groaned, squeezing me tightly.
“I just think it might be fun to do something together...besides, what we are already quite practiced at,” I offered.
“What did you have in mind?” Morgan asked.
I forced myself out of bed, and he followed suit. Begrudgingly putting clothes on for the first time in several hours. We slowly opened my bedroom door to find a very impatient Nat staring at us.
I didn't blame her too much. It as Morgan fucking Clery, we had dreamed about meeting him for years, and now I was hogging him all to myself. She would never get to know him the way I got to, so it wouldn't hurt for us to all go out or something.
“Tonight is two for Tuesday's,” Natalie told us, “and don't worry, Paul won't be there.”
Even though she had taken the time to check into this for me, she still rolled her eyes when she gave us the information. It gave me a sting of anger. The feeling rising that I should just tell her to screw off, and keep Morgan all to myself.
But despite the recent tension between us, I know if our situations were reversed, I'd want her to share. In a sense, of course.
“That might be fun,” I agreed, nodding my head at Morgan, as I suggestively wiggled my eyebrows.
“Alright,” he accepted, “I guess it might be nice to get out.”
There was some phoniness behind his words that only I picked up on. Nat seemed pleasantly pleased with herself. That was good enough for me.
“Yay!” Nat exclaimed, clapping her hands together, “this will be fun!”
We all congregated near the kitchen, as I began making sandwiches for an extremely late lunch. Best not to drink on an empty stomach tonight. Especially with my track record.
“So...I was just wondering. Not that I'm complaining or anything,” Morgan began, “but what do you do for work? I mean, how you afford to just take a week off like this?”
“Oh...he doesn't know?” Nat perked up, leaning into me awkwardly. I shoved her away with my elbow.
“I'm...freelance...” I said.
Natalie stifled a laugh, stealing one of the sandwiches out from underneath my hands. I glared at her, opening to bread bag to make another one.
“Freelance?” Morgan repeated.
“Yeah, I mean...” I flipped the butter knife around in my hand, thinking of how to explain quite what my job description was.
“Her job isn't so different from yours,” Natalie butted in, nudging me. I stopped twirling the knife, and held it up to her. Only half joking.
“It's pretty different,” I disagreed.
“She gets paid to entertain people, like you. Technically,” Nat smiled to herself.
She was enjoying being cryptic, leading his mind on about my possible job position. She knew what she was making it sound like and was just waiting for the click. Morgan's face changed as her finally put her words together.
“Um...are you like an...escort or something?” Morgan questioned, lowering his gaze.
Nat burst out laughing, spitting out her sandwich, pieces of food flying everywhere. Some of it getting on my arm. I quickly wiped it off, shaking my head.
“You're disgusting,” I told Natalie, turning back to Morgan, “no, I'm not a hooker. She's fucking with you.”
“Oh, jeez...” Morgan scratched his head, “I'm sorry.”
“It's okay, she's like to do that when people ask about my job,” I assured him, “to be honest, I'm between work right now.”
“Oh, okay...cool.”
I got the feeling he understood I didn't want to talk about it, which was nice. I really didn't want to have to get into all of that.
Then our landline rang. Natalie jumped at the chance to answer it first.
“Hello? Oh! Hi Rachel, yup Elli is right here,” she passed the phone to me, “it's your mom.”
“Yeah, thanks, I got it,” I sighed, taking it from her.
“Well, I gotta go, I'll meet you guys at the bar later,” Natalie announced, heading out the door. We heard it slam behind her.
“That girl is seriously weird,” Morgan said, turning to me.
“Seriously.”
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