the already dead Nintendo DS. Kieran was so going to pay for this!
Peter was downing his beer and trying to speak at the same time, "Aaron Miller's got to be the poster boy for pansiness. Have you seen his interviews? Not a hair out place. He must have a stylist on the sidelines waiting after each game."
If Peter's drink went into the wrong pipe, I was just going to look away and pretend I did not know CPR.
Duncan added, "Oh, and he always zztarts an interview with, ‘You know guyz...’," as he imitated Aaron’s ‘cool’ hair fixing gestures, before interviews.
If Duncan choked on the handful of fries he was stuffing in his mouth, I would say, "Heimlich what?"
I mustered up the courage to defend Aaron Miller, my all-time QB, the reason why I stayed up later than usual if their team happened to be playing on a S unday night.
"He is a gorgeous guy. He has the backside of a god, the face of hotness, and a body to die for. Oh, and he sure knows how to throw a football. His passing yards are off the charts," my voice was now breathless, probably from the annoyance, frustration, and irritation with these guys.
Once the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to retrieve them back. Peter and Duncan's jaws dropped. Kieran was probably smirking on the side. Zander's expression was so dark. I could not read him. His gaze fell on the beer that he was drinking and his Adam's apple slightly showed as he swallowed. A muscle started ticking on his jaw line.
"Man, that izz zzome zerious cruzzzh," Duncan exclaimed.
No comebacks from me. I felt kind of awful. It sounded silly but I didn't think I would appreciate it either if the person I was kissing half an hour ago, was getting her rocks off describing another guy.
Kieran tried to hug me. The cat was already out of the bag and jumping. I couldn't stay mad at him. He loved to tease me. His Nintendo DS and WII console were still going to drown.
I was feeling extra t ipsy and slightly embarrassed by my actions. I wanted to go home.
"Kieran, can you call a cab for me , please? I know you want to drive me home but you barely got here and I'm going to be fine," I whispered to Kieran. He nodded.
Peter and Duncan were still analyzing my crush for Aaron Miller. I said in a voice loud enough for those two bumbling doofuses to hear, "Sorry to break it to you guys, I won't be your teasing target anymore, I’m going home." I have had way too many margaritas. I was spouting out my undying crush for Aaron Miller, something that sh ould have been kept private.
"Oh come on, the night's young. You barely drank," Peter protested.
I made Kieran promise that he would stay and I would take a cab if I went out with him and his guy friends. I knew they liked to stay out late. I didn’t want to ruin their fun. He was about to dial for the cab, when Zander said to Kieran, “I’ll take her home.”
To the other guys, he said, “I want to know more about her crush on Aaron Miller. He’s a good friend of mine.”
Oh crap.
Zander’s face was determined. Kieran looked at me and I nodded. Yes, Zander could take me home.
Zander
I was not letting this topic go. I helped her into my car. She leaned back against the passenger seat and kept her eyes closed. I lowered the volume of the club music that was currently playing inside my car.
Halfway during the drive, I said, “Got a big crush on Miller, huh?”
It was a great thing that Aaron Miller, my high school buddy, was hundreds of miles away. If he wasn’t, then i t would be different story.
"Like I said, it's only a crush," she emphasized, her eyes were still closed, "Plus, Aaron Miller's not going to spare me a glance. Probably thousands of ladies have crushes on him. Let's move on from this topic."
" You're wrong, Sedona," I spoke, my voice had a hard edge to it.
Peter was downing his beer and trying to speak at the same time, "Aaron Miller's got to be the poster boy for pansiness. Have you seen his interviews? Not a hair out place. He must have a stylist on the sidelines waiting after each game."
If Peter's drink went into the wrong pipe, I was just going to look away and pretend I did not know CPR.
Duncan added, "Oh, and he always zztarts an interview with, ‘You know guyz...’," as he imitated Aaron’s ‘cool’ hair fixing gestures, before interviews.
If Duncan choked on the handful of fries he was stuffing in his mouth, I would say, "Heimlich what?"
I mustered up the courage to defend Aaron Miller, my all-time QB, the reason why I stayed up later than usual if their team happened to be playing on a S unday night.
"He is a gorgeous guy. He has the backside of a god, the face of hotness, and a body to die for. Oh, and he sure knows how to throw a football. His passing yards are off the charts," my voice was now breathless, probably from the annoyance, frustration, and irritation with these guys.
Once the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to retrieve them back. Peter and Duncan's jaws dropped. Kieran was probably smirking on the side. Zander's expression was so dark. I could not read him. His gaze fell on the beer that he was drinking and his Adam's apple slightly showed as he swallowed. A muscle started ticking on his jaw line.
"Man, that izz zzome zerious cruzzzh," Duncan exclaimed.
No comebacks from me. I felt kind of awful. It sounded silly but I didn't think I would appreciate it either if the person I was kissing half an hour ago, was getting her rocks off describing another guy.
Kieran tried to hug me. The cat was already out of the bag and jumping. I couldn't stay mad at him. He loved to tease me. His Nintendo DS and WII console were still going to drown.
I was feeling extra t ipsy and slightly embarrassed by my actions. I wanted to go home.
"Kieran, can you call a cab for me , please? I know you want to drive me home but you barely got here and I'm going to be fine," I whispered to Kieran. He nodded.
Peter and Duncan were still analyzing my crush for Aaron Miller. I said in a voice loud enough for those two bumbling doofuses to hear, "Sorry to break it to you guys, I won't be your teasing target anymore, I’m going home." I have had way too many margaritas. I was spouting out my undying crush for Aaron Miller, something that sh ould have been kept private.
"Oh come on, the night's young. You barely drank," Peter protested.
I made Kieran promise that he would stay and I would take a cab if I went out with him and his guy friends. I knew they liked to stay out late. I didn’t want to ruin their fun. He was about to dial for the cab, when Zander said to Kieran, “I’ll take her home.”
To the other guys, he said, “I want to know more about her crush on Aaron Miller. He’s a good friend of mine.”
Oh crap.
Zander’s face was determined. Kieran looked at me and I nodded. Yes, Zander could take me home.
Zander
I was not letting this topic go. I helped her into my car. She leaned back against the passenger seat and kept her eyes closed. I lowered the volume of the club music that was currently playing inside my car.
Halfway during the drive, I said, “Got a big crush on Miller, huh?”
It was a great thing that Aaron Miller, my high school buddy, was hundreds of miles away. If he wasn’t, then i t would be different story.
"Like I said, it's only a crush," she emphasized, her eyes were still closed, "Plus, Aaron Miller's not going to spare me a glance. Probably thousands of ladies have crushes on him. Let's move on from this topic."
" You're wrong, Sedona," I spoke, my voice had a hard edge to it.
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