005

I filled my house with Fleetwood Mac, and I hadn't been this happy in months. After graduating from University of Cape Town I was planning on returning to Western Washington, but my fling at the time, Scott, who wasn't really a great boyfriend convinced me to move to Pittsburgh with him. I was up for living in different places so I took him up on the offer. I was pretty sure I was falling in love with him, but I didn't want to admit it to myself, I was too scared. We arrived in Pittsburgh and not two weeks later he left for Russia to live with one of the girls we graduated with. I have an excellent track record. Instead of dealing with heartbreak, I bought a house and renovated it. Everything in the house was perfect except for the furniture, they belonged in a log cabin, not my house.

The money? Oh. My dad founded the Red Hook brewery in Woodinville, Washington a few years before I was born. Best beer in the United States for sure. So yeah, I had a very nice checking account, but I didn't splurge and no one really knows I have money, Colby and Riley were really the only ones. I liked to believe I was a little bit of a hippie. I didn't dress like one or act like one, but deep down inside I was lazy, but I was happy, and I didn't need the money to be happy, I just needed my beer. I enjoyed working because it meant I was doing something with my life, not just sitting around starring at blank walls. Oh, I hate blank walls. I looked at my furniture and knew I was going to need help getting it all out of my house. I was fine with an empty living room until I found something I liked, I just wanted it all out.

"Are you busy?" I asked trying to act as casual as I could be. "Not at all, what's on your mind?" Oh man, I can see those lips through the phone. "I need help with some furniture, just a couch a love seat and a large coffee table," I told him trying to make it sound like it would be super easy to move. I think I failed. "I will be over in ten." Oh crap, he's coming over. What the hell did I do? I ran into my bedroom and quickly went through my dresser. I wanted to look appealing but not slutty. Yeah, no. I slipped on some super short shorts that I often wore after surfing and compromised with a zipped up hoodie. I'm getting all soccer mom sexy for a 20-year-old, what's wrong with me? I sat on the couch and just laughed. Exactly ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.

We pushed and pulled on the huge couch and it wasn't going anywhere. "You know I could care less if we just destroyed the thing in here, and then took it out in pieces." He looked at me like I was crazy, and I just laughed. I didn't care how we did it, I just wanted it out of there. It took more time thinking than hauling to get everything out of there. I looked at my empty living room and could only smile. I laid down on the carpet and smiled looking up at Sidney standing above me. "Sit down, take a break, I noticed your really out of shape, you deserve a break." I laughed still looking up at him. His eyebrows raised and then he did this crazy thing with his legs and without any effort he was laying on the floor next to me. Holy crap, he looked like a bird gracefully landing on a branch. He rolled onto his side to look at me. "I can't wait to see you without any bruises or bandages." "Oh, I look like this all the time, I'm trying to start a trend." He laughed and inched closer to me. "You can hate me for this, you can kick me out of your house and ask me to never speak to you ever again, but I need to know. Colby gives you a hard time about your age. You can't be a day over twenty-one I would say." I laughed at the way he said everything emphasizing on Colby's name making sure I knew who to blame for the age question. "Two months shy of turning twenty-five." I wasn't looking at Sid but I could tell his eyes grew wide. I officially feel like a cougar. "Perfect," the only word he could whisper out of those lips before I locked my eyes on his. Do it, lean up and kiss him. KISS HIM!! I bit my bottom lip and he rolled back over onto his back. Missed it. "You should come with us tomorrow, we're going to Toronto for a game. What do you think?" "I think that would be amazing," I couldn't wipe the damn smile off of my face. I was at complete peace lying there on the floor with him, only to have it interrupted by my cell phone ringing.

"It's Colby, dare I answer?" I laughed asking Sidney who was still on the floor. "Yeah, might as well see what the dumbass wants." "Hi Colby," I smiled brightly answering the phone. "Is he there? Is he with you right now? Did I interupt something?" He was out of breath by the time the last word came out of his mouth. "Yes, Yes, Maybe." I laughed. There was silence on the other end of the line. "Colby?" "Sorry I was just got an image of his bare ass in my head and I'm trying to get it out." I couldn't hold back my laughter, "it is kind of big isn't it?" Sidney's head popped up. "Are you guys talking about my ass?" Oh stop laughing, it hurts too much. "Well, I better get going, Sid was just helping me clear out my furniture, it was the least he could do for making me ugly. So I need to vaccum, talk to you later." With that I hung up the phone and looked around my bare living room. "Want to go shopping?" he asked leaning back on his elbows looking up at me. I looked at him confused. "Well I don't really like sitting on the ground that much." Stop starring at his lips. "I kind of want to redo this whole room, paint and everything. It might take me a few days to get inspiration though." He wiggled around on the ground for a bit and he was trying to make it obvious that he was uncomfortable. "I'm sure there's a nice big couch for you to sit on at your house." I couldn't hold my smile back. He wiggled around a little bit more and looked up at me. "I would rather be uncomfortable on a cold wooden floor than on a luxurious soft leather couch if that meant I can hang out with you." STOP BLUSHING!!!