JANA
'What the hell is that sound?’ I tuned my ear to better receive the strange noise, and it stopped for a moment.
I poked one eye out of underneath of the comforter to survey my surroundings. Something wasn't right and I don’t like that.
‘There it is again!’ It sounded like my brother when he comes in the kitchen before dinner, trying to figure out what we’re having.
Finally pissed enough to unearth myself from all of my bedding, I sat up and glanced around the room. The sniff was running rampant through my room and my door had been bumped open. I crawled to the other side of the bed, closer to the sound, and found the culprit.
Her name was Nicky.
The cute little pug looked at me with large brown eyes and glanced around as I held her in front of my face. Her head cocked to the side and she took in my face for the first time. I pulled her close to me and she burrowed into the warmth of my bed and I. We sat there for moments, just on the brink of unconscious, when a loud crash was heard throughout the house.
I jumped out of my bed, and headed out of my bedroom at lightning speed that I didn’t know I had. As I raced down closer to the sound, I was met by Chelle coming out of her room. We both raised our eyebrows at each other and kept on. As we quietly crept down the steps to spy on the sound, we noticed that Nick hadn’t joined us. Either he was a really heavy sleeper or he was the source of the crash.
I stuck my head around the corner of the living room wall and had to chuckle at the sight. There, on the other side of the room, was Nick. Covered with his own video games.
I cleared my throat to announce our arrival to the "scene of the crime" and Nick sheepishly glanced at us and then quickly averted his eyes.
"Umm…Nick are you all right? We heard a crash and wanted to make sure it wasn’t a burglar or anything," I asked him.
"Yeah I’m all right. I was just trying to hook up my N64 on top of the television and I accidentally knocked all of my games over onto me. Sorry I woke you guys up." He was blushing like crazy now.
"I guess now you know firsthand about how big of a klutz I am. My friends always tease me about it, but I kinda wanted to start fresh with you guys. I guess I am just a big klutz," he said quietly.
I glanced at Chelle, who was staring in wonderment of him in a pair of boxers and a wife-beater, and nudged her out of her reverie. I nodded my head towards him, hoping she would get the message, and surprisingly she did.
"Hey Nick, you should have seen us the first day we got the television and the VCR. Jana here decided that she thought that the VCR would be perfect on top of the television, and it crashed to the floor and broke into millions of little pieces. Needless to say, we had someone else do that for us the second VCR around," she grinned at me.
"Dammit, you weren’t supposed to tell him that. Well, see? You’re not the only klutz in this house. Looks like the time we all move out and this place is still standing, I’d say it would have been a success. Here, why don’t we help you clean up and I’ll fix some breakfast?"
"Better you than me," I heard Chelle mutter to Nick while picking up the games. At that moment, I think Nick noticed that he had two barely clad females in the same room with him. We were both still in our PJ’s, and his eyes widened as he took in Chelle bending down beside him to help out.
He suddenly cleared his throat and hastily said, "I’ve got to let out the dogs," and made his way out of the room.
As soon as he cleared the stairs, Chelle turned to me, eyes bugging out.
"Damn! Did you see how fine that man looks in a pair of boxers? And that wife-beater, oh my god, I get to wake up to that every morning! There IS a god!"
I swatted her with the newspaper and headed back to my room to get changed. I wanted to fix a nice first breakfast for all three of us, though I didn’t know what Nick liked to eat.
I padded down the hallway, and knocked on his closed door.
"Huh? What? WAIT JUST A SECOND, I’M NOT DRESSED! Unhhh," he said through the door.
‘Yeah, I’ll bet that’s what you are doing in there,’ I thought to myself.
"Nick, I just wanted to know what you liked for breakfast. Eggs, waffles, pancakes, French toast; you name it, I can probably make it. So what’ll it be?"
I heard a grunt and then a gasp, "Pancakes…ohhh fuckkkkk," followed by another grunt.
‘Oh shit, he’s fucking masturbating in there!’ I had to giggle at that thought and I headed down towards the kitchen, passing Chelle on her way out of her room.
"If you are headed to talk to Nick, I wouldn’t suggest ‘interrupting’ him like I just did. Hehehehe, he’s in there getting off!"
Her mouth dropped open and we both leaned on each other as we burst into giggles. A couple of minutes later, we had pulled ourselves together enough to be able to function in the kitchen.
"He said that he wanted pancakes, in the middle of his little grunts of joy. Oh my god, how are we supposed to look him in the eye, knowing what he was doing in there?"
Chelle just munched on her piece of toast (that’s all she is allowed to do in the morning) and thought for a moment.
"Well, he is a guy and guys typically do that. So I guess we’ve just got to act like we know nothing about men and go on our merry ways. Though it makes you wonder what made him have to go get off…"
"Most likely, the sight of what you were wearing this morning. He finally opened his eyes and they about popped out of his head. He made a hasty exit right after that too…hmmmm…it does make you wonder," I said.
"What about what I was wearing? I don’t see anything wrong with being comfortable," she whined.
"Okay, you’re in there with a tiny-tee tank top on with short shorts. He got an eyeful when you bent down to pick up some of the games. I’d say you’re in his little fantasy right now," I told her.
"Oh and what you were wearing was any better? Little Miss Silk PJ’s, I’m sure he enjoyed that sight just as much," she countered.
"Hey I like to be comfortable when I sleep. I guess it’s a good thing for us that we don’t sleep in the nude. But, god, I hope he does!"
We burst into giggles again and continued making breakfast. We heard the little toenails of the pugs racing across the foyer floor and knew that Nick was on his way.
"Poker face. You know nothing; I know nothing. We’ve been here ever since he went up. Do not embarrass him," I threatened.
"Who me? I would NEVER do something like that," Chelle smiled, mischievously.
I glared at her and then turned my attention to Nick and the pugs entering the kitchen. He was in a pair of navy blue basketball shorts with a white tank top on and he looked fresh out of the shower. His hair was slicked back and he was barefoot.
"Good morning again! I’m almost finished with breakfast. Grab some toast from Chef Chelle, that’s the only thing she’s allowed to touch in the kitchen."
He glanced quizzically at Chelle and she shrugged her shoulders.
"I can’t cook to save my life. I’ve tried to burn everything down every time I come near a stove or oven. She’s banned me to the toaster. Even though I don’t understand that, toast can get stuck and cause a fire, yet she lets me operate it. Whatever," she shrugged at him.
"I don’t think I want to know," was Nick’s answer and he grabbed the piece of toast out of Chelle’s hand.
"Hey! Give that back! That’s mine," she whined at him.
"As you’ve probably noticed, Chelle is one of the world’s best whiners. She has literally made a sport out of it, you might just see it at the next Olympics," I grinned at her.
"Hmph."
I stuck my tongue out at her and turned to finish the pancakes. It wasn’t going to be much longer and I heard Chelle and Nick strike up a conversation about some video game. ‘Final Fantasy’ was an obsession of Chelle’s and it sounded like Nick enjoyed it also. She was telling him how much he resembled a character out of it and he was contemplating it.
"It’s all there, I swear. You look exactly like him," she said.
"I’ve never heard that before, but then, all of my friends that I play that with don’t usually compare me to the characters. I usually play with guys only," he said.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them and set down the plate of the pancakes. Nick grabbed four and Chelle grabbed two, while four pugs sat at their daddy’s side patiently waiting. I grabbed what was left on that plate and kept an eye on the griddle to make sure nothing was burning.
I finished up the rest of the batter and Nick made a grab for a couple more. Chelle and I split what was left and finished before he did.
"You know, the memories of living with my brother are suddenly flooding back. He was a human garbage disposal and you are exactly like him. I won’t have to worry about wasting anything while you are around, geez, the similarities are too close," I said.
He just grinned at me with a mouthful of pancakes.
"You know, I woke up to Nicky sniffing me this morning," I said.
Nick spit out his pancakes onto his plate. "What?!?!"
Chelle was giving me an equally amusing reaction and I burst out laughing.
"The dog, not you Nick. Though that is quite a thought. But no, I woke up to Nicky, the pug, sniffing around me and my room. It was really weird, it’s been a long time since I’ve had that experience."
"How did she get in there?" Nick asked me.
"I guess she just butted the door open with her head. I must not have closed it all the way last night. I don’t really mind; it’s not her fault. Plus, it’s kinda nice to wake up to a warm, fuzzy face in the morning."
Nick and Chelle went out to the living room to play their video game and I stayed behind to clean up the kitchen. As soon as I was finished, I headed out the back door to walk around the backyard and maybe down onto the beach.
The sun was hot on my skin as I walked around the pool and checked the flowers to see if they needed water. I found the hose and began to water, managing to squish my toes in the mud and savor the feeling of being a child again.
No matter how much I enjoyed being an adult and making my own decisions, I often missed being a child and having no cares in the world. I envied people like Nick who could lose themselves in a video game and it be accepted. His own little escape from reality.
I put the hose up and I headed down to the beach. Our area was private, so none of the offending public was allowed on our beach. I walked in the surf and lost myself in my daydreams.
The next thing I knew, I was underwater, and when I came up I saw the grinning faces of Chelle and Nick.
"Oh you all are sooo gonna get it now!" And I raced off after them, gaining quickly and I caught Nick.
I figured it was good time to welcome him to the house the appropriate way.
I de-pantsed him. Might I add that he has the best ass I’ve ever seen?
He quickly pulled them back up, after giving us a generous view, and took off after Chelle. She squealed as he caught up to her and picked her up. She was next to go into the water.
She trudged out of the surf and we all stood around each other, trying to catch our breath.
"Truce?" Nick asked.
"Truce," Chelle and I unwillingly agreed.
"Nice ass, by the way, you don’t lack in that department," I commented.
His ears turned red, as his cheeks blushed crimson.
"He doesn’t lack in the front either, I got quite the show when you de-pantsed him," Chelle giggled.
I snorted and Nick turned even redder than before.
"Well, if we are giving out such nice compliments, I must say those white T-shirts are quite nice on you all also," Nick smirked.
Now it was time for us to blush crimson.
All three of us took off for the house and a change of clothes.