Eh. That's how I feel about this. Eh.
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I knew that I wouldn’t be able to avoid this question forever, and knowing that, I knew I would have to answer it eventually. But even when you think that, you always expect to have to answer it later. I wanted to answer it later, but pushing it off wouldn’t help me in the least. And filling the silence with talking about this would be better than having Alex babbling. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has noticed that he tends to create more trouble for his situation with Isabel when he babbles about things.
“What happened,” I say, more to buy myself some time to arrange my thoughts than anything else. “He kissed me.”
“We all kinda saw that,” Alex says as he glances back at me through the rearview mirror.
“And we saw that you ran away,” Isabel adds as she looks at me through the space between the seats.
“Yeah. He kinda kissed me out of nowhere. We were swimming. And then he got this look. I knew he was going to and wanted to stop him, but it happened so fast. And I couldn’t. I don’t know why he did it in the first place.” That came out far more stilted than I wanted to, but there was very little that I could to do make my thoughts and sentences come out more fluid.
“I don’t know where he got that idea in his head to kiss me. We were getting along just fine and he decided to just treat me like all those other girls and one night stands that I’m sure he’s had. I thought that he’d see that I didn’t want to be that—that I didn’t want that. I thought he’d see that I just wanted to be his friend. It made me feel so . . . objectified and . . . used. Like who I am didn’t matter. That I was just another . . . conquest to him. Or something.”
I don’t know how well that came out, or whether it made sense or not. I hope that it did, but if anyone understood that, it would be Isabel.
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I don't answer Michael when he asks where the others are, mostly because I don't have any idea where they are, I'm as clueless as he is and his guess is as good as mine. For all I know they could be off hitting one of the regular hang outs or something equally as cool. I wonder if anyones going to want to go with me to this really awesome coffee shop that's just a couple miles up the road from here. They don't just serve coffee but it's really awesome, it's one of the places I used to go with Jeremy back when we were 'together' and it's also one of the places I used to sing at.
My stomach flips when he says the house is all ours. For some reason that really makes me feel werid, I don't know why but the thought of being alone with him for a long period of time makes me feel unsettled and not because I'm worried he's going to try something.
"How about we go hang out in the hot-tub?" I comment with a shrug, we are in our swimming stuff and it'd be an easy place to conversate.
I don't answer Michael when he asks where the others are, mostly because I don't have any idea where they are, I'm as clueless as he is and his guess is as good as mine. For all I know they could be off hitting one of the regular hang outs or something equally as cool. I wonder if anyones going to want to go with me to this really awesome coffee shop that's just a couple miles up the road from here. They don't just serve coffee but it's really awesome, it's one of the places I used to go with Jeremy back when we were 'together' and it's also one of the places I used to sing at.
My stomach flips when he says the house is all ours. For some reason that really makes me feel werid, I don't know why but the thought of being alone with him for a long period of time makes me feel unsettled and not because I'm worried he's going to try something.
"How about we go hang out in the hot-tub?" I comment with a shrug, we are in our swimming stuff and it'd be an easy place to conversate.
*Michael*
"Sounds cool," I say, dropping the stuff that we were supposed to be bringing back to the house for the group. Some of it should probably go back in the fridge, but I can't be bothered with that. "Let's go."
With that, I walk past Maria towards the patio. The door is closing behind me when I suddenly have a thought. Turning, I catch it and hold it open for her. She struts past, raising her chin just a little as a smile crosses her face. Part of me hates it, 'cause it felt like such a 'Max' thing to do, but that little smile seems to make it worth the trouble.
I shrug, letting the door close and hurrying after her. I pass her up and climb into the hot-tub first. As I settle into the warm, frothing water, I look up to see what's keeping her so long. Maria's slowly removing her beach wrap, draping it carefully over a chair. Man, she's got a great body!
A moment or two later, she comes to the tub, slowly putting one foot in the water. Then she frowns at me and all other thoughts flee from my mind except what the heck did I do wrong? Damn. Should I get up and help her in? Nah, she's not two years old; she can do this. Besides, I'm already quite comfortable, thank you very much.
Her frown has already become a glare. Okay, then. Geez. I get up and take her hand as she takes the last step, reaching the bottom of the tub. I release her as she sits and I settle myself back in the water.
"So..." I say and for a moment nothing at all comes to mind. I don't know what to say. I wanna move a little closer and put my arm around her. Tell her how beautiful she is and how lucky she is to be with me, alone -- but I just screwed up with Liz and I don't wanna do it again. Wait. What was it that Liz said earlier? Show some interest in the girl? Treat them like a friend? I guess I could try that...
"Um... what do you wanna talk about? Maybe you can tell me about you?" I suggest.
"Sounds cool," I say, dropping the stuff that we were supposed to be bringing back to the house for the group. Some of it should probably go back in the fridge, but I can't be bothered with that. "Let's go."
With that, I walk past Maria towards the patio. The door is closing behind me when I suddenly have a thought. Turning, I catch it and hold it open for her. She struts past, raising her chin just a little as a smile crosses her face. Part of me hates it, 'cause it felt like such a 'Max' thing to do, but that little smile seems to make it worth the trouble.
I shrug, letting the door close and hurrying after her. I pass her up and climb into the hot-tub first. As I settle into the warm, frothing water, I look up to see what's keeping her so long. Maria's slowly removing her beach wrap, draping it carefully over a chair. Man, she's got a great body!
A moment or two later, she comes to the tub, slowly putting one foot in the water. Then she frowns at me and all other thoughts flee from my mind except what the heck did I do wrong? Damn. Should I get up and help her in? Nah, she's not two years old; she can do this. Besides, I'm already quite comfortable, thank you very much.
Her frown has already become a glare. Okay, then. Geez. I get up and take her hand as she takes the last step, reaching the bottom of the tub. I release her as she sits and I settle myself back in the water.
"So..." I say and for a moment nothing at all comes to mind. I don't know what to say. I wanna move a little closer and put my arm around her. Tell her how beautiful she is and how lucky she is to be with me, alone -- but I just screwed up with Liz and I don't wanna do it again. Wait. What was it that Liz said earlier? Show some interest in the girl? Treat them like a friend? I guess I could try that...
"Um... what do you wanna talk about? Maybe you can tell me about you?" I suggest.
At last I've got my computer and internet all sorted and will now be able to post whenever needed instead of once and while.
*tackles Trude back* Hey girl!
Isabel
“It made me feel so . . . objectified and . . . used. Like who I am didn’t matter. That I was just another . . . conquest to him. Or something.”
I suck in my breath at Liz’s words. That is exactly how I’m feeling. Its not that I was in love with Jake, it’s the fact that he could disregard my feelings and those of his wife just so that he could have his fun. I was just another conquest to him, probably one of many.
“All men should be castrated!” I mutter. How dare they use and abuse us just for their own sick and twisted pleasure! How would Michael like it if Liz forced herself on him? Actually I bet he would love that, god men are so….
“Ouch!” Alex says wincing I assume at the thought of being castrated.
I feel a twinge of something unnameable as I look at him. Well maybe not all men should be castrated. In all fairness to Alex, he’s being nothing but nice to me since the incident at the beach. In fact he’s been trying to be nice to me since the moment we met but I’ve been nothing but a bitch. Is this guilt? Am I feeling guilty over my treatment of Alex? Maybe I should apologize to him, maybe if I can get him alone later.
“I understand what you mean Liz,” I say softly. I send her a smile. “At least we always have chocolate.”
*tackles Trude back* Hey girl!
Isabel
“It made me feel so . . . objectified and . . . used. Like who I am didn’t matter. That I was just another . . . conquest to him. Or something.”
I suck in my breath at Liz’s words. That is exactly how I’m feeling. Its not that I was in love with Jake, it’s the fact that he could disregard my feelings and those of his wife just so that he could have his fun. I was just another conquest to him, probably one of many.
“All men should be castrated!” I mutter. How dare they use and abuse us just for their own sick and twisted pleasure! How would Michael like it if Liz forced herself on him? Actually I bet he would love that, god men are so….
“Ouch!” Alex says wincing I assume at the thought of being castrated.
I feel a twinge of something unnameable as I look at him. Well maybe not all men should be castrated. In all fairness to Alex, he’s being nothing but nice to me since the incident at the beach. In fact he’s been trying to be nice to me since the moment we met but I’ve been nothing but a bitch. Is this guilt? Am I feeling guilty over my treatment of Alex? Maybe I should apologize to him, maybe if I can get him alone later.
“I understand what you mean Liz,” I say softly. I send her a smile. “At least we always have chocolate.”
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Ruby, good to know that I didn't knock you out! 
Sugarplum, I also feel "Eh" about this part
ALEX
Poor Liz, she must surely feel horrible. And I bet that Michael is totally unaware about what he did. Not that he'd care. If Liz asks me to, I'll hit him for her but since she's obviously against violence, that won't happen. … which might be good since he seems broader than me.
I can't help but wince when Isabel mentions the "C" word. Too bad that I'm driving, I really feel the urge to put my legs VERY close together. Well, I can understand them, some guys are really jerks … like that Jake one.
“I understand what you mean Liz, at least we always have chocolate.” Isabel says then, making me shake my head.
"I really wish you'd stop talking as if it's all yours … part of it has my name on it." I tell them with a fake sigh.
"Dream on." Liz quips innocently, making me narrow her eyes at her.
"I made a deal with her earlier," I tell her seriously and motion to Isabel, "where we agreed that I'll get some chocolate, Parker, so I think it's you who has to 'dream on'."
"And if I changed my mind, what will you do then?" Isabel asks and suddenly, I feel like I'm in a small cage with two very dangerous lions … or soemthing like that.
Glancing over at Isabel carefully for a moment (okay, maybe two or three), I carefully reply, "That's a trick question, isn't it?"
Sugarplum, I also feel "Eh" about this part
ALEX
Poor Liz, she must surely feel horrible. And I bet that Michael is totally unaware about what he did. Not that he'd care. If Liz asks me to, I'll hit him for her but since she's obviously against violence, that won't happen. … which might be good since he seems broader than me.
I can't help but wince when Isabel mentions the "C" word. Too bad that I'm driving, I really feel the urge to put my legs VERY close together. Well, I can understand them, some guys are really jerks … like that Jake one.
“I understand what you mean Liz, at least we always have chocolate.” Isabel says then, making me shake my head.
"I really wish you'd stop talking as if it's all yours … part of it has my name on it." I tell them with a fake sigh.
"Dream on." Liz quips innocently, making me narrow her eyes at her.
"I made a deal with her earlier," I tell her seriously and motion to Isabel, "where we agreed that I'll get some chocolate, Parker, so I think it's you who has to 'dream on'."
"And if I changed my mind, what will you do then?" Isabel asks and suddenly, I feel like I'm in a small cage with two very dangerous lions … or soemthing like that.
Glancing over at Isabel carefully for a moment (okay, maybe two or three), I carefully reply, "That's a trick question, isn't it?"
Isabel
“That’s a trick question isn’t it?” Alex says causing me to grin. Poor guy, he just doesn’t know that you shouldn’t never come between a woman and her chocolate, especially when said woman has had a crappy day.
I sigh dramatically, deciding to take a pity on him. I mean its not everyday you meet a guy who loves chocolate nearly as much as you do. “I guess a deal is deal! Just remember Whitman, keep your hands off our share and nobody will get hurt”
“Isabel…” Alex starts but I cut him off before he goes any further.
“Izzy,” I correct. He looks taken back for a second and completely confused as he glances at me from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Call me Izzy.” I state “When you call me Isabel you sound like my grandfather when he has just read my credit card bill. You should both call me Izzy or Iz whichever one you prefer. I mean your my roomie Liz and Alex well” I pause to think of what Alex is. “well you’re a fellow chocolate lover which I guess in a round about way makes us friends.” Suddenly feeling unsure of myself I add “That is if you want to be”
“That’s a trick question isn’t it?” Alex says causing me to grin. Poor guy, he just doesn’t know that you shouldn’t never come between a woman and her chocolate, especially when said woman has had a crappy day.
I sigh dramatically, deciding to take a pity on him. I mean its not everyday you meet a guy who loves chocolate nearly as much as you do. “I guess a deal is deal! Just remember Whitman, keep your hands off our share and nobody will get hurt”
“Isabel…” Alex starts but I cut him off before he goes any further.
“Izzy,” I correct. He looks taken back for a second and completely confused as he glances at me from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Call me Izzy.” I state “When you call me Isabel you sound like my grandfather when he has just read my credit card bill. You should both call me Izzy or Iz whichever one you prefer. I mean your my roomie Liz and Alex well” I pause to think of what Alex is. “well you’re a fellow chocolate lover which I guess in a round about way makes us friends.” Suddenly feeling unsure of myself I add “That is if you want to be”
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ALEX
Wow, I made her grin! And it's such a beautiful grin too. I could stare at her when she's grinning for hours and ... damn, she's talking - to me! What did she say? What did she say?
"Isabel ..." I start, unsure how to answer to something that I haven't even heard when she immediately stops me, only saying "Izzy."
Ookay, what did I miss? I try to look at her while also driving us safely home which surely ain't easy. "What?" I finally ask before we have an uncomfortable silence or she is pissed again.
“Call me Izzy. When you call me Isabel you sound like my grandfather when he has just read my credit card bill. You should both call me Izzy or Iz whichever one you prefer. I mean you my roomie Liz and Alex well you’re a fellow chocolate lover which I guess in a round about way makes us friends. That is if you want to be."
If I WANT to be? Hell, she has no idea how hard it is for me to not do a happy dance right now. Well, I guess sitting buckled up in a car has something to do with not dancing and also, ... wow! She wants us to be friends! Wohoo!
Okay, chill Alex. She just offered her friendship, not asked you to marry her or have your way with her. So, be calm and collected. If I'm understanding Liz's eye signals (opening her eyes REALLY wide at me repeatedly) she seems to agree with me.
"Sure, why wouldn't I want us to be friends, ... Iz." I grin back at her.
And hopefully something more than friends too! I managed to go from not favourite person to friend in two days ... shouldn't take me too long to get to the next level, I hope.
"I have no problem either, Izzy!" Liz calls from the back. "Just don't start calling me 'Lizzie' now, okay?"
"Don't worry." Isabel .. I mean, IZ replies with another marvellous grin. Marvellous? When did I ever use that word before? The things that woman makes me do.
"So, Iz," I say a few hundred yards before we should see the house unless I took a wrong turn once, "what was that about your grandfather and credit bills?" I ask with a wink.
That's a good start for a conversation between friends, I think. Friends! It wasn't too trivial like talking about the weather and not too forward like asking if she wants to go steady, a good start I'd think.
KYLE
I'm surprised too that Alex and the others aren't there yet. But hey, if I'm alone with two hot chicks, I would try to belong that too!
"Well then, lets get all that stuff that we had to drive back inside," I say refering to almost everything that we had brought to the beach and the dvds, "and get our evening entertainment started. This time, I'll hopefully last longer than midnight."
"Excuse me?" Tess giggles.
"Uh, I mean, I was watching a movie with Liz and Whitman," I start, already feeling my face flush, "a really bad movie and Liz and I kinda fell asleep during it because it was so boring."
God,that was an embarrassing thing to say!
"And well," I quickly add, "I fell asleep before midnight, that's what I meant!"
Wow, I made her grin! And it's such a beautiful grin too. I could stare at her when she's grinning for hours and ... damn, she's talking - to me! What did she say? What did she say?
"Isabel ..." I start, unsure how to answer to something that I haven't even heard when she immediately stops me, only saying "Izzy."
Ookay, what did I miss? I try to look at her while also driving us safely home which surely ain't easy. "What?" I finally ask before we have an uncomfortable silence or she is pissed again.
“Call me Izzy. When you call me Isabel you sound like my grandfather when he has just read my credit card bill. You should both call me Izzy or Iz whichever one you prefer. I mean you my roomie Liz and Alex well you’re a fellow chocolate lover which I guess in a round about way makes us friends. That is if you want to be."
If I WANT to be? Hell, she has no idea how hard it is for me to not do a happy dance right now. Well, I guess sitting buckled up in a car has something to do with not dancing and also, ... wow! She wants us to be friends! Wohoo!
Okay, chill Alex. She just offered her friendship, not asked you to marry her or have your way with her. So, be calm and collected. If I'm understanding Liz's eye signals (opening her eyes REALLY wide at me repeatedly) she seems to agree with me.
"Sure, why wouldn't I want us to be friends, ... Iz." I grin back at her.
And hopefully something more than friends too! I managed to go from not favourite person to friend in two days ... shouldn't take me too long to get to the next level, I hope.
"I have no problem either, Izzy!" Liz calls from the back. "Just don't start calling me 'Lizzie' now, okay?"
"Don't worry." Isabel .. I mean, IZ replies with another marvellous grin. Marvellous? When did I ever use that word before? The things that woman makes me do.
"So, Iz," I say a few hundred yards before we should see the house unless I took a wrong turn once, "what was that about your grandfather and credit bills?" I ask with a wink.
That's a good start for a conversation between friends, I think. Friends! It wasn't too trivial like talking about the weather and not too forward like asking if she wants to go steady, a good start I'd think.
KYLE
I'm surprised too that Alex and the others aren't there yet. But hey, if I'm alone with two hot chicks, I would try to belong that too!
"Well then, lets get all that stuff that we had to drive back inside," I say refering to almost everything that we had brought to the beach and the dvds, "and get our evening entertainment started. This time, I'll hopefully last longer than midnight."
"Excuse me?" Tess giggles.
"Uh, I mean, I was watching a movie with Liz and Whitman," I start, already feeling my face flush, "a really bad movie and Liz and I kinda fell asleep during it because it was so boring."
God,that was an embarrassing thing to say!
"And well," I quickly add, "I fell asleep before midnight, that's what I meant!"
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All right, Alex! I find myself cheering in the privacy of my mind. I could barely believe how much ground that has been covered in the span of less than an hour. One ice cream run and two short rides in a car, and Isabel has extended friendship to each of us. I knew that she couldn’t have been as cold as she was appearing to be.
Iz brings up the whole thing about us being roommates, and I can’t help but think that out of the entire house, we are the two that had the horrible luck with guys. The room must have some karmic imbalance or something and have latched on to us. I smile as I hear Alex playfully joke with her, and I find myself thinking that maybe things have just turned for the better—at least for her. And with hope, maybe things have changed for me as well.
Before Isabel can respond to Alex’s playful baiting, I interject with a playful jab of my own, “Hurry it up, Whitman. We have ice cream that is slowly melting away in this Florida heat. I for one don’t want to drink my ice cream through a straw.” We were nearing the property of the house, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long.
Alex glanced back at me through the mirror, and I’m certain he saw me as I grinned back at him unrepentantly, just waiting for the quick witted retort that I knew he would fire back at me.
All right, Alex! I find myself cheering in the privacy of my mind. I could barely believe how much ground that has been covered in the span of less than an hour. One ice cream run and two short rides in a car, and Isabel has extended friendship to each of us. I knew that she couldn’t have been as cold as she was appearing to be.
Iz brings up the whole thing about us being roommates, and I can’t help but think that out of the entire house, we are the two that had the horrible luck with guys. The room must have some karmic imbalance or something and have latched on to us. I smile as I hear Alex playfully joke with her, and I find myself thinking that maybe things have just turned for the better—at least for her. And with hope, maybe things have changed for me as well.
Before Isabel can respond to Alex’s playful baiting, I interject with a playful jab of my own, “Hurry it up, Whitman. We have ice cream that is slowly melting away in this Florida heat. I for one don’t want to drink my ice cream through a straw.” We were nearing the property of the house, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long.
Alex glanced back at me through the mirror, and I’m certain he saw me as I grinned back at him unrepentantly, just waiting for the quick witted retort that I knew he would fire back at me.
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a witty comeback? Where do I find that now?
ALEX
I glance back at Liz when she "complains" about her melting ice cream.
"Relax Liz, in two minutes we are there." I sigh dramatically. "But … I can understand that you don't want to eat melted ice cream and I guess that I could … sacrifice myself to eat it for you when you don't want it anymore."
"How kind of you." Isabel comments from next to me, causing me to grin at her.
"Don't I know it?" I tell her with said grin.
"The things I do for you, Parker!"
"My hero!"
"Well, nous sommes arrivées.* And we are the last ones, I guess." I say when we drive up to the house and I park next to the other cars.
*) I hope it means "We have arrived" - "hope", because it's been ages since I last talked French.
ALEX
I glance back at Liz when she "complains" about her melting ice cream.
"Relax Liz, in two minutes we are there." I sigh dramatically. "But … I can understand that you don't want to eat melted ice cream and I guess that I could … sacrifice myself to eat it for you when you don't want it anymore."
"How kind of you." Isabel comments from next to me, causing me to grin at her.
"Don't I know it?" I tell her with said grin.
"The things I do for you, Parker!"
"My hero!"
"Well, nous sommes arrivées.* And we are the last ones, I guess." I say when we drive up to the house and I park next to the other cars.
*) I hope it means "We have arrived" - "hope", because it's been ages since I last talked French.
*Max*
I laugh behind my hand at Kyle's poor choice of words, although it reminds me of how I found him then, snuggled next to Liz... Alex assures me Kyle doesn't have designs on Liz, but I don't know how he can know that. Not that it really matters to me. It's not like she's interested in me, at all.
I grab my share of the stuff and pick up the bag of movies as Kyle, Tess and I head into the house. "Why don't you bring this to the livingroom, " I tell Tess, handing her the DVDs with a smile. "Kyle and I can go put the rest of this away."
Kyle gives me a glare which I assume is an act. "Why you volunteering me? Someone make you the boss?"
"No," I shrug, "But you packed it all so you can tell me where you found it all so I can put it back."
Kyle gives an exaggerated sigh and suggests, "You're going to need to wash a lot of it first."
"Oh, right," I say. I guess I don't need his help to load up the dishwasher, and well, he did do the packing and the cooking. I guess I can handle the clean-up. "Just give me a hand with carrying it, then." I tell him. I pick up one box of pots and stuff and head back to the kitchen, hoping that he's following me.
I laugh behind my hand at Kyle's poor choice of words, although it reminds me of how I found him then, snuggled next to Liz... Alex assures me Kyle doesn't have designs on Liz, but I don't know how he can know that. Not that it really matters to me. It's not like she's interested in me, at all.
I grab my share of the stuff and pick up the bag of movies as Kyle, Tess and I head into the house. "Why don't you bring this to the livingroom, " I tell Tess, handing her the DVDs with a smile. "Kyle and I can go put the rest of this away."
Kyle gives me a glare which I assume is an act. "Why you volunteering me? Someone make you the boss?"
"No," I shrug, "But you packed it all so you can tell me where you found it all so I can put it back."
Kyle gives an exaggerated sigh and suggests, "You're going to need to wash a lot of it first."
"Oh, right," I say. I guess I don't need his help to load up the dishwasher, and well, he did do the packing and the cooking. I guess I can handle the clean-up. "Just give me a hand with carrying it, then." I tell him. I pick up one box of pots and stuff and head back to the kitchen, hoping that he's following me.