Miller wipes the back of his hand over his mouth before saying some incoherent bullshit because his mouth is full. Blair slaps him upside the head, “swallow before you speak dumbass.”
“I said, I feel bad for her.”
Steph shrugs, “Do you mind if I take a shower Claire? I have class in an hour and I don’t think my seat-mates are gonna appreciate it if I come in smelling like sewer-rat.”
“Why do you have to use Claire’s shower?” August asks.
Getting up from her seat and walking towards the stairs she smirks, “because Claire has products that girls use, and you’re bathroom is nasty after having eight-hundred people using it all last night.”
Moments after we resume our conversation, Steph screams from upstairs. All of us run to go check on her, only to find her out in the hallway gagging, “you do not want to go in there. It fucking reeks.”
I poke my head in, smelling a foul odour and immediately recognizing it as puke. That girl puked all over Claires bathroom.
Nasty.
Claire holds her nose, turning away from the scent, “get to cleaning boys.”
Blair turns around and looks at her disgusted, “why us?”
“I don’t clean up puke, thank you very much. Plus you guys owe me for being shitty friends.”
* * *
“Why did we all have to come grocery shopping with you” August groans, “you couldn’t have gone by yourself?”
Claire smiles while pushing the cart, “oh come on you big babies, it’s not that bad… besides you guys eat most of the food in the house so it’s only fair you have to tag along.”
She’s got a point I guess.
She walks in front of me, and while the others moan and groan about how boring this is, I’m enjoying the view. The way her hips sway and her hair bounces as she walks has me completely mesmerized.
It’s still so crazy to me that she’s decided to let me off the hook, and even went so far as to give me a shot at being her boyfriend. I can tell she’s still a little uneasy because of everything, but her heart is slowly opening to us again.
“Claire?” An old woman turns the corner, leaning against her cart filled with groceries and an oxygen tank that connects through tubing to her nose.
“Lizzy” Claire smiles, rushing up to her. “What the hell are you doing here? And where’s chuck?” She looks frantically around the store for the security guard we met at the first game, “you shouldn’t be here without him.”
Lizzy waves her hand in the air, “you know that man has no say on what I do, he’s wrapped around my damn finger.”
I chuckle to myself, I think I like her.
The older woman looks worn down and tired, but there’s a fire behind her eyes that makes me think she has a wild spirit. I’m examining her when her gaze drifts to me and she gives me a once over. “Is that the fine young man you were telling me about?”
“It sure is” I say cockily, “at least I hope so.”
Claire blushes, hiding her face behind her hair before clearing her throat and addressing the group of us, “guys, this is Lizzy. Lizzy these are the dumbass boys that I live with.”
Davis huffs, “we’re not all dumbass’s.”
Sure Davis… the only one who could be exempt from that statement is Miller, and even he’s nodding his damn head right now.
“Lizzy is Chucks wife, they’ve been together forever. I swear they love each other, even though they bicker constantly and fight like there’s no tomorrow” Claire continues, ignoring Davis’s comment.
I walk over to her and throw my arm around her shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Lizzy keeps sizing me up, and there’s something about her that makes me want to gain her approval. From the very little I’ve hear about her, she’s important to Claire. Leaning over I whisper in Claire’s ear, “I’m going to make this woman love me. If she’s important to you then she’s important to me.”
She shivers in my arms before turning her attention back to Lizzy, “give me the rest of your list. I’ll go grab your things then meet you at the cash register.” When the older woman goes to protest, Claire holds up a finger, “nope. You were ordered to bed-rest, it’s already bad enough you’re here, so at least let me make your life easier.” Claire rips the shopping list out of Lizzy’s hands and runs off without so much of a glance back.
“So, how long have you been denying your heart for that girl?” Lizzy asks casually.
