“Carmen!” he called out, spotting her over by the front door with Jeanine and Timber.
The waify boy pushed his way through the group of people dancing in the living room, attempting to balance his red plastic cup of rum and coke as he jostled his way between warm bodies.
The three girls looked over at him, waving.
“Hey, I’m looking like a scrub.” Timber called to them over the din, gesturing with a sweep of her cup-free hand at her attire. She was still wearing her dark grey sweat pants and Chanel tee-shirt. “I’m going to run home and change.”
Jeanine and Carmen had already changed their clothes sometime during the afternoon while Timber, Scott, and Ben made a run to the liquor store for the two beer kegs that were sitting on the back porch. Jeanine was wearing a lavender colored halter top and a pair of jeans while Carmen was wearing a pleated jean skirt and an olive green tank top. Clint, himself, was wearing a black ‘D&G’ tee-shirt and a pair of dark blue pants.
“I’ll go with you!” he quickly offered.
Timber took another swig from her cup, nodding as she swallowed. “Okay.” she agreed, opening the front door right next to her.
Clint smirked briefly at Carmen, giving her a thumbs up before slipping out the door after his best friend.
“Hey Tim! Wait up!” Clint called, chasing her down the front steps.
She was already walking down the driveway, her hair—swept back in a knot—had wisps that lapped at her cheeks and the back of her neck in the gentle breeze of the evening. There were a few individuals loitering in front of the house where the music was muffled by the insulation of walls. The sky was inky blue, visible clouds temporarily obscuring the stars that seemed to have multiplied for that night only. It was a full moon and as Clint watched the object of his affections glide towards the street, her loose sweat pants floating around her legs and dragging at the heels—he actually thought they were most likely Bob’s pajama pants—a red plastic cup in her hands, he noticed that she was barefoot. He grinned broadly, galloping across the lawn to meet her in the street.
“Hey.” he grinned.
Timber looked up at him as if she were startled. She started to laugh. “Sorry, I was just planning an outfit.” she smirked, slipping past him and continuing on to the curb.
She briefly looked both ways, jogging across the residential street then her lawn. Clint followed.
“Are your parents home?” he asked as they entered her house via the front door.
Timber snorted a laugh around her cup as she took a sip. “I doubt it. And Chandler’s in New York City, so…” she trailed off seeming very relaxed.
Clint, on the other hand, was a bit more anxious. He hurried up the steps behind her—she was walking at a very lax pace. She went into her bedroom, setting her cup down on the corner of her dresser, which was right next to the door, and crossing the grey carpet to the closet. Clint sat down at the foot of the twin-sided bed, watching her carefully.
“What should I wear?” Timber asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Nothing.” Clint snickered, then darkened to a crimson color when he realized that his inhibitions were low enough to allow him to utter such words.
Timber snickered. “You should take your clothes off.” she challenged him, removing a hanger with a black long sleeved tee on it.
Clint just smirked, not sure if he should take her seriously, but kind of wishing he could.
Timber looked over her shoulder and sighed, eyeing him for a long moment. “Help me pick out an outfit.” she requested.
“I like what you’re wearing.” Clint smiled.
Timber turned to him. “You know what Clint? I liked it too!” she exclaimed. “Until you and Bob splashed me with water! Yeah, not going to let that go bitch.” she grinned.
Clint sighed. “Let me kill this…” he said, pouring the rest of what remained in his glass down his throat.
He set his plastic cup down next to hers on the dresser, coming up from behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. Timber glanced back at him with a confused expression on her face. Clint smiled lightly.
“What to wear, what to wear…” he hummed, massaging her shoulders.
Timber returned her gaze straight ahead, her heart speeding up with nervousness. He immediately released her, approaching her closet and swishing through the items.
“Wear a mini skirt!” he suggested enthusiastically.
He selected a grey skirt that was voluminous with layers of a swishy fabric like a tutu. He silently passed her the hanger, then sifted through the other side of the closet, where she kept her tops, scanning each and occasionally pointing to one and looking to her for her reaction.
“You know what? We should get back to the party.” she smiled. “I’ll just change my pants and then we can head back.”
Clint nodded, going back and sitting on the bed while she untied the sweatpants and had them drop down in a pool around her ankles. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up on her hips, having the short layers puff out and leave more than enough leg poking out beneath the bottom layer of charcoal-colored tulle. He knew he had to make his move right then or he may never be given the opportunity again. Knowing he would use the alcohol as a scapegoat if his attempt to pursue her were to go awry in any way, he took a deep breath. Now or never; that was the perfect moment. He was tipsy, as was she; she was beautiful, and he was very interested.
“Timber…” he had to tell her how he felt about her.
“Yeah?” she asked, approaching the mirror and swiping a bit more mascara across her lashes. Her lips pouted and puckered as she did so.
“Timber.” Clint said once more, feeling as if he was loosing nerve.
She continued to swipe mascara along her lashes, causing the black stalks of hair to stretch to ridiculous proportions. She finally replaced the wand in the tube, turning to face him about two feet in front of her. “What Clint?” she asked. “Why are you being so bajiggety?”
He smirked, looking up at her with an awed expression in his dark brown eyes. Wordlessly, he stood, slowly, he took a step towards her, his hand going to her hip, head cocking, lips closing in on her own…
Timber stood perfectly still, too drunk to push him away, too sober to collapse into his arms. His mouth touched hers, lips parted, tongue waiting just inside the gates—she stumbled back into her dresser; he followed her, approaching with his lips more firmly this time. His tongue ran the course of her lower lip, slipping forth into her mouth and he felt her tongue too, mingling in with his own. He gripped her waist more tightly, pulling her towards him and his kisses became more intense and aggressive.
Timber placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back just slightly. Their lips disengaged and she immediately lowered her face, looking to the floor and giggling like a school-girl.
“We should go back to the party.” she mumbled, reaching blindly behind her for her glass of rum and coke.
She brought it to her lips, swallowing the remaining contents then slowly removing the glass from her lips. Clint smiled, still standing right before her. He leaned in again and sucked the moisture from her lower lip. Hands planting themselves on the edge of the dresser on either side of her, gripping the surface, he kissed her once more, opening his mouth immediately and mingling his tongue with hers. One arm fully encircled her waist and he pulled her against him in an animalistic and almost too-rough fashion. His face began gyrating with hers, ferociously nipping and sucking down on her mouth, on her tongue. Timber again placed her hands, palms forth, against his chest, gripping the fabric of his tee-shirt at first as she deepened the kiss, then pushing him back from her.
Clint quickly cupped her jaw, not allowing her to pull away as he attacked her mouth with his own. Timber pushed him harder, moving her face from his.
“Stop.” she said softly, laughing slightly with embarrassment.
“What?” he asked, his face flushed, his breath a pant.
Timber shrugged slightly. “We have to go back.” she explained.
“Just kiss me one more time…” Clint whispered, closing in on her and otherwise taking this opportunity, when she finally let him kiss her.
“Stop.” Timber said again, pushing him back from her.
“Why?” he asked softly, not able to hide the fact that his ego was bruised.
Timber shrugged again, coming off as slightly coy. “Because I’m mad at you.” she blurted, grinning slightly and slipping from between him and her dresser.
“What did I do?!” Clint exclaimed, shocked, turning to follow her with his eyes as she went to her closet for her flip flops.
Timber paused. “I—I’m not telling you.” she blatantly fibbed. “You should know already.”
“No seriously.” he stated, approaching her.
She slipped past him to her bedroom door. “Back to the party we go!” she sang, pausing in the doorway and wiggling her hips for a moment before taking off down the steps.
“Hey!” Clint exclaimed, dashing after her. His footsteps rumbled down the staircase and he jumped the last five, propelling himself with his hands anchored on the railing.
Timber was standing by the front door. She did a pirouette, throwing her arms in the air and posing.
“Wait.” Clint said firmly, in dire need of answers. He approached her rapidly, pushing her with her back against the front door and pinning her.
He cocked his head and kissed her, his mouth open and offering his tongue to her. Timber melted against him, although always holding control in her mind’s eye. Her arms encircled his waist, holding his hips as she shamelessly French kissed him. He was the one who detached first this time, and he looked down into her eyes in the dimness of the foyer.
Timber grinned at him—he was merely two inches taller than her.
“Can… open. Worms… everywhere…” she whispered, planting her hands on his chest once more and giving him a firm push.
“Why are you mad at me?” Clint asked in a whining tone as she opened the front door and slipped out onto the porch. “Tell me!”
Timber turned back to him with a mystical flourish of her arms. “Do you really wanna know?” she asked, narrowing her eyes teasingly.
“Yeah!” Clint insisted, concerned that whatever she was angry about was preventing him from going any farther with her.
Timber giggled, turning back to face the Moffatt’s house, illuminated across the street. She turned back to the boy standing just behind her.
“I’m mad at you because…” she built up with melodramatic suspense. “You splashed me with water.” she smiled, turning away again and taking off across the lawn for the party.
* * *
Walk in the club with a bunch of thugs… modify your brain, so they call you drugs… see a hundred girls get a thousand hugs… the ones in your ear talking ‘bout a touch…
“What’ll it be?” Dave asked, loudly over the din of music.
She likes me… she say she needs me… she say she wants me… cuz I’m the shit. She say she likes me… she say she needs me… she wants to see me… cuz I’m the shit.
He stood on the inside of the island-counter with his best friend by his side, passing out drinks to all who approached. At that moment, a tall guy with dark hair, smoothed and pomaded in to a ducktail, approached, a shorter girl with black hair and very pale blue eyes under his arm. Her eyes were rolling around with a lazy intoxication and she leaned her rosy cheek against her companion’s shoulder, giggling as he tightened his arm around her.
Now it seems that things are really getting better… in my life. If it just today or things are really getting better… we’ll see tonight… we’ll see tonight.
“Whatd’ya have?” the tall individual asked.
Dave smirked, taking out another plastic cup and adding a splash of vodka, then tanquerray. He held up a finger, indicating for them to wait a second, then went to the refrigerator. He removed a bottle of cranberry juice, splashing it into the cup as well, then added a splash of the limeade already in a pitcher on the counter.
Hey little girl with the tattooed thigh… baby you look like a slice of pie… hope my style don’t cause you fear… matter of fact baby, where’re you goin’ from here?
“Drink this.” The youngest Moffatt boy grinned, sliding the glass across to the young man.
He took a sip and smiled, nodding.
Kiss on me baby… lick on me baby… but you can’t own me baby… cuz I’m the shit. Kiss on my baby… lick on me baby… but you can’t own me baby… cause I’m the shit…
Ben looked over from beside Dave where he was setting up countless rows of the jello shots Dave, Bob, Kelly, and Carmen had spent the entire afternoon making. “Did you just make a Cosmopolitan, Dave?” the shorter boy asked, incredulous.
Dave turned to Ben and smirked. “I think so!” he snickered, taking one of the jello shots from in front of his best friend and shooting it.
Now it seems that things are really getting better… in my life. Is it just today or things are really getting better… we’ll see tonight… we’ll see tonight…
“Dave!” Jeanine called, suddenly appearing behind him.
Now it seems that things are really getting better… in my life. Is it just today or things are really getting better… we’ll see tonight… we’ll see tonight.
She gripped him around the waist from behind in a tight hug then slipped back between her boyfriend and Ben, snatching a jello shot.
“You like those, don’t you girl.” Ben snickered, elbowing his ex-girlfriend in the side. “Here, have another one.” he offered, sliding three plastic shot cups towards her. “Thank me, Dave. I’m getting her ready for you.”
Jeanine downed and orange shot, shifting her eyes to glare at him. “Shut up Ben.”
Dave pouted, wrapping his arms around Jeanine’s shoulders. “Yeah, shut up Ben.” he mimicked, kissing Jeanine’s forehead.
“You’re just jealous Ben.” Jeanine said again, still in Dave’s arms as she sucked back another shot.
Ben rolled his eyes. “Hey man.” he stated. “I’m just trying to help the two of you have a good night.” he shrugged innocently.
“I bet.” Jeanine glared.
“Yeah Ben, I bet.” Dave mimicked.
Jeanine looked up at her boyfriend and glared. “You little—stop copying me!”
Dave grinned a toothy grin, setting his hand on top of her head and ruffling her waves of hair. Jeanine smirked, squeezing him around the waist and placing her cheek against his chest.
Don’t look at me like ‘what is up’… said I was a NERD but I ain’t a punk… if you talk shit be prepared to thump… plus terror’s four-four is prepared to dump…
“Scott!” Ben called, spotting the eldest Moffatt entering the kitchen from the back porch.
Scott looked around for a moment, not sure whether or not he had actually heard his name called.
Watch out boy… get back then… watch how you’re acting… cuz I’m the shit. I’m tellin’ you watch it now… tell your boys to get back then… watch how y’all acting… cuz we the shit.
“Scott Moffatt!” Ben repeated.
Scott spotted him, pushing his way through any obstructions on his way to the counter. “Ohhhh! The jello shots are ready!” he cheered, raising his arms in the air with fists.
“Time for a shot man! Test them out.” Ben encouraged.
Scott downed an orange jello shot in a fair gulp, smirking with pride.
Now it seems that things are really getting better… in my life. Is it just today or things are really getting better… we’ll see tonight… we’ll see tonight… Now it seems that things are really getting better… in my life. Is it just today or things are really getting better… we’ll see tonight… we’ll see tonight…
Carmen pushed her way over to her friends, joined at the hand with Kelly, a notepad in her other hand. “Hey Ben!” she cried, glancing at Kelly briefly. The two broke into a series of giggles. “If you could have sex with one of the Moffatts, who would it be?” she asked, her smile never faltering.
Ben made a face of disgust. “Carmen… they’re dudes!” he exclaimed.
Carmen rolled her eyes dramatically, pausing to take a jello shot then thumping the empty plastic thimble back down on the counter. “Hypothetically.” she growled, holding the notepad up and preparing the pen that was behind her ear for writing.
Scott narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over in an attempt to see what she was writing.
Kelly quickly lunged forth and covered the page with her hands. “We’re asking everyone which Moffatt brother they’d like to fuck.”
“What?!” Dave cried, seeming somewhat offended.
“Put me down for a Dave.” Jeanine smiled, still squeezing him to her.
Kelly grinned. “I already did.” she rolled her eyes.
“That is very crass you two.” Dave informed them.
“It was Bob’s idea.” Carmen defended herself.
“Jello shots!” Timber exclaimed, skipping through the crowd and nearly getting plowed over by a trio of guys en route to the living room.
“Hey Timber!” Carmen giggled. “Which Moffatt would you like to fuck?” she asked.
Timber stopped short, suddenly very confused.
“As if we even have to ask.” Kelly snickered.
“You both should talk.” the younger girl muttered sarcastically. “What kind of question is that.” she stated more than asked.
Carmen pointed the pen at her. “If you had to fuck a Moffatt, which one would it be?” she restated. “I know you’re afraid of penises, but just humor us.” she added, looking back over her shoulder at Kelly and sharing a broad grin.
Timber sighed under her breath, annoyed that the two girls were yet again teaming up on her.
“Yeah Timber, who would you fuck?” Ben asked.
Timber thought for a long moment, her eyes shifting towards the ceiling. “I would choose…” she trailed off. “Scott!” she exclaimed. “Duh!”
Scott’s blue eyes widened in surprise as another jello shot was on its way to his mouth. “Really?” he asked.
Timber grinned at him, the previous alcohol consumed putting a mischevious gleam in her dark eyes. “Hell yeah.” she grinned, staring him up and down. “You are so fucking hot.”
“Really?!” Scott asked again, his voice becoming more high pitched.
“By Jove Scott… are you blushing?” Timber asked, giggling loosely and leaning against the counter for support.
Scott took his shot silently, placing the cup on the counter and becoming even more red. “Maybe.” he murmured shyly.
“You are so sexy… I would totally fuck you.” she grinned, taking a step closer.
“Oh come on Scott. Like you’ve ever clammed up when a girl has confessed her love to you.” Dave snickered, beginning to sway back and forth with Jeanine in his arms.
“I’m not clamming up.” Scott smirked shyly. “It’s just that… I dunno.” he dismissed bashfully.
Timber giggled. “I’m not proposing. I’m just saying that you’re hot.” she shrugged, not really seeing what was wrong with her speech. “You know it anyways!”
Scott shrugged. “Well… yes. That is true. I do know that I am indeed hot.”
Carmen and Kelly exchanged another look then chorused with giggles. Carmen snatched up the other girls hand and waved the notebook in the air dutifully.
“Well, that’s another tally for you Scott.” she grinned, using the notepad to point towards the living room. “Onward march. We’re going to go stand by the front door and get people right when they come in.”
“Good luck with that!” Ben chortled to himself, filling more plastic shot glasses with tequila instead.
“I’m going to go find Angela.” Scott announced, hurrying off for the back porch again.
Jeanine loosened herself from Dave just slightly, looking up into his eyes. “You wanna go somewhere?” she asked with a suggestive bowing in her very full lips.
“Dave giggled slightly. “Ben, we’ll be right back!”
“Hey!” Ben looked up at his best friend. “Who’s going to bartend with me?! There are still semi-sober people out there man, don’t pussy out on me for pussy now!”
“I’ll stay with you!” Timber cried, shuffling behind the counter and dinging her hip on the corner as she did so. “Ow! Fuck!!!” she shouted.
Ben shook his head, eyeing her suspiciously. He looked back to Dave. “So you leave me with Sloppy Drunk Girl.” he stated dryly.
“Hey FUCK YOU BEN!” Timber exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. “I’ll kick your ass worse than before and OW! my fucking hip!”
“Here.” Ben stated. “Take this.” he slid a jello shot towards her. “Take this and shut up.” he amended.
Timber pouted. “Don’t be mean to me Ben. You’re hurting my feelings.”
Ben slid another jello shot towards her. “Sorry.” he stated insincerely.
She grinned sassily at him, accepting both of his peace offerings.
Jeanine leaned on Dave again, looking back over her shoulder at her two friends. She discretely reached her hand down and clutched her boyfriend between the legs.
“We have to go.” Dave said quickly, laughing as a blush crept over his cheek.
Jeanine giggled. “Thought so.” she smiled with satisfaction, clutching his hand and dragging him off.
Ben watched as they left, startled when Timber appeared over his shoulder.
“They’re going to go FUCK!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands emphatically. “I watched them fuck last night! It was the bomb shit!”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Hey Tim, let’s have a jello shot together.” he suggested.
Timber narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry Ben, am I bothering you?” she demanded sassily. “Because I’ll cut you.” she informed him.
“You probably would.” Ben snickered. “You’re like a fucking giraffe… all tall and shit.”
“You’re a mean drunk.” she muttered, taking another jello shot and gulping it down. She looked out across the kitchen, growing bored with playing bartender, as no one was at the counter at that given moment. “Oh my God! Clint!” she cried, dropping down to her hands and knees.
“What?” Ben asked, very confused all of a sudden. He looked across the kitchen and spotted the second Moffatt brother approaching with his twin.
“What up Ben Jammin’ MC?!” Bob announced obnoxiously.
“Bennnnn!” Clint sang, extending his hand to give his friend a high five.
Ben smirked. “Hey guys. Jello shot?” he asked.
“Hell yeah!” the two brothers almost harmonized.
Bob threw his left arm around his brother’s shoulder, taking a shot with the right. He was wearing a pair of worn in and slightly torn jeans and a black Jackson Five tee-shirt.
Timber was crouched on the floor, holding on to Ben’s leg and looking up at him with glazed eyes.
“Where’s Timber?” Clint asked, downing a green jello shot.
Ben grinned. “Why do you want to know?” he asked.
Clint blushed. “Because!!!” he shouted.
“You wouldn’t happen to want to tap that ass?” Ben challenged, now filling a cocktail shaker with a motley of different light liquors and a few splashes of different fruit juices.
“Heeeeeeeeellllllll yeah!” Clint shouted, taking another jello shot.
Bob rolled his eyes. “Clint, I don’t think you’re going to get in Timber’s pants bro. I’m sorry. I just don’t see it happening. She’s chaste.”
“She’s what?”
Yeah, she’s what? Timber thought to herself, still holding on to Ben’s leg from her squatting position behind the counter. She was listening intently, wanting to know what was about to be said about her.
“Chaste!” Bob shouted. “She’s a virgin!”
“Not when Clint gets to her!” Ben snickered. “She’s waiting for you in the bathroom for a little ‘Skyrockets in flight to afternoon delight.’ Watch him Bob—he comes out and there’s blood all over his hands.”
Timber’s eyes widened. She leaned forward and bit him, hard, on the calf through his khaki pants.
“OW! SHIT!” Ben exclaimed, jumping back and knocking a shot of tequila off the counter.
It landed with a wet splat on the tile floor.
Bob and Clint looked momentarily confused, their faces wearing the exact same expression.
“Fuck! I hate you!” Ben shouted, leaning down and rubbing his sore leg. “You little—“
“Don’t even say it Ben!” Timber shouted, popping up from behind the counter. “If you call me a bitch, you’ll be leaving this party on a gurney… and I’ll be leaving in handcuffs!”
Ben frowned at her, holding his leg up and hopping back and forth.
“Timber…” Clint’s eyes shifted left, then right. “How long have you been there?” he asked in a slow, measured tone.
Bob just giggled to himself. “You’d better watch out Clint. She’s going to be avoiding you like I’m avoiding Carmen right now.” he grinned.
“Why’re you avoiding Carmen?” Ben asked, the pain in his calf finally subsiding.
“Why is he usually avoiding Carmen?” Clint rolled his eyes.
“I know, right?” Timber snickered.
“She won’t get off my jock!” Bob complained. “I’m trying to just be drunk, and party… and she keeps trying to get in my pants. I feel so violated.” he pouted.
“Let’s start—“ Timber started to say, but Angela appeared next to her, twisting one of her curls in her fingers.
“Hello you guys.” she smiled, seeming distracted. “What are you drinking?” she asked, suddenly interested.
Ben opened the top of the cocktail shaker and poured a bit into a plastic cup. “Drink this.” he suggested. “I just made it. It’s a VIP drink.”
She leaned over the counter, suddenly interested. Her chocolate hair fell over her golden shoulders. She was wearing a white camisole with very tiny straps that were nearly invisible with her locks hanging loosely, and a pair of loose jeans. As she leaned into the counter, the front of her top fell open loosely and the top of her free breasts made an appearance. Timber craned her neck, standing on her toes, to get a better look.
“What does this mean… VIP?” Angela asked curiously.
“Very Important Person.” Timber responded mechanically. “Are you wearing a bra?” she asked, curiously
Angela stood back, looking at her friend in surprise.
“Ignore her.” Ben stated flatly. “Drink this Angie.”
Timber pouted, looking at Bob. “Ben’s being mean to me, Kelly and Carmen are mean to me…” she began to list. “Everyone is being mean to me today!” she exclaimed.
Bob’s face broke into compassioned expression. “I love you Timber, come here.”
He opened his arms to her and she all but lept over the counter to fall into them.
“Group hug.” Clint said, wrapping his arms around both his brother and his best friend.
A moment later, Timber screamed, pulling back from the both of them. “Okay, who touched my ass?”
She and Bob both turned to look at Clint who smiled with contrived innocence.
* * *
“Which of the four Moffatt brothers would you want to fuck the most.” Carmen asked two girls as they walked into the room.
The first girl was just an inch or so taller than Kelly. She was blonde—her hair swept back into a long ponytail—and was wearing a red tube top and a short, pleaded jean skirt. The second girl appeared to be biracial. She was taller than the first and had a thick mane of curly dark hair and very rich, caramel skin. Carmen vaguely recognized both of them from school, but didn’t bother to consider what their names were.
“Ooooh! I’d fuck Scott!” the second girl exclaimed. “He is so hot! Is he here?” she asked, scanning the crowd of young people with her dark brown eyes.
“Sorry hon, he has a girlfriend.” Kelly clarified, stepping towards her authoritatively. “So back off.”
“What about you?” Carmen asked the first girl after etching a tally mark in the already tally-adored section of the page beside Scott’s name.
The blonde girl thought for a long moment. “Bob.” she decided, nodding to confirm that she had indeed made an accurate choice. “I’d totally do Bob.”
Carmen’s expression darkened. “Yo bitch, watch the fuck out!” she exclaimed, flinging the notepad behind her and against Kelly’s chest with a nonchalance. “That’s my fucking boyfriend you skank! I’ll take you out bitch!”
The blonde girl stepped back, holding up her hands. “Hey! You asked! I’m not trying to start anything.”
“Watch out goldilocks.” Kelly chimed in. “You too you trashy whore.” she added, glaring at the second girl. “We’ll fucking beat your asses!”
“Chill out!” the second girl exclaimed. “I have a boyfriend, ANYWAYS.” she added.
“Yeah, well you’d better make sure you stay away from the Moffatts. We’ll fuck you up!” Carmen caustically snapped, her eyes narrowing. “I’ll rip all that pretty little hair out of your fucking scalp bitch!”
The second girl stepped forth. “Just because you are fucking Moffatt whores! No one cares!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, ding-ding, school’s in bitch!” Carmen cried, passing Kelly her pen as well. She reached out and snatched a handful of the first girl’s hair, jerking her closer. “You wanna fuck with me? I can fuck right back.”
“Come on Desi, let’s go.” the first girl quickly interjected as her friend let out a scream.
“Yeah, you’d better get the fuck out!” Kelly taunted.
“Desiree!” the first girl exclaimed with more of a dire urgency. “Let’s go!”
“Let go bitch!” Desiree whined, gripping Carmen’s wrists.
“Get out you whores! And don’t you ever come back!” Carmen snapped, shoving the dark-haired girl for the door.
As the first girl passed through the front door, Carmen extended her foot and kicked her roughly in the backside, causing her to miss all three steps of the porch and fall onto the front walk.
“Stay away from Bob you fucking bitch! Red-heads have SO much more fun than bottle blonde sperm buckets like you!” she shouted.
Turning back to Kelly, the girls gave each other a high-five.
“Wait!” Carmen cried, gripping the arm of another young girl who was passing by holding a plastic cup and appearing lost. “Which of the Moffatt’s would you want to fuck the most?”
“Who are the Moffatts?” she asked.
“Foot patrol bitch, get out!” Kelly announced, pointing a perfectly manicured finger for the door.
“What?” the girl asked.
“We said get out bitch! Hit the fucking road or I’ll kick your ass.” Carmen shouted, leaning forward so she could yell right in the stranger’s face. “OUT!”
A flash of fear appeared in the girl’s hazel eyes. “O—okay…” she trailed off, confused, cowering back from the two bullies.
Kelly held the doorknob of the front door, waving her hand as a way of directing the girl in which direction she was to walk. “Dip. Out.”
The girl eyed them carefully, not trusting what they would do when she turned around. She edged to the door, backing out onto the porch, then turned and ran off the porch, tossing her cup on the lawn.
Carmen sighed. “Man. We really need to weed the bad company out of this shit.” she shook her head, chagrinned.
* * *
“Scott!” Angela exclaimed, spotting him from behind—she would know him anywhere—and placing both hands on his shoulders.
The living room was crowded and very hot, the air thick, balmy, and rancid from the stench of alcohol on everyone’s breath and the ring of beer puddling at the bottom of abandoned plastic cups that adorned various flat surfaces along the perimeter of the room. The stereo in the corner was pumping out a variety of music, and with the furniture pushed back against the outside walls of the room, it was the perfect arena for a dance floor. Scott was sitting on the arm of the sofa, which was lining the back wall, talking with his hands to a guy seated on the first cushion. Angela knew what it meant when he was speaking with such enthusiasm—the topic was music.
Scott turned around, having been looking for Angela for a good portion of the night. “Hey, I was looking for you.” he informed her, grabbing her around the waist from where he was sitting and she was standing up.
“I was looking for you too.” she smiled, her arm around his shoulders.
They kissed—long and hard. His head was tipped all the way back to look up at her, and he opened his mouth, his tongue sliding against hers. His hands gripped her ass firmly through her jeans and he growled against her mouth. When they finally detached, he turned to the young man he had been talking to.
“Hey, Josh, this is my girl.” the eldest Moffatt smiled proudly, pulling Angela down onto his lap. “Angie, this is Joshua Kempeneer.” he continued with the introduction.
Joshua Kempeneer was palpably quite a bit older than Scott, and from his sitting position, he appeared to be rather long and lean with shaggy dark blonde hair that hung across his forehead and was a bit too long. His eyes were dark blue, rimmed by dark brown lashes—long and sleek like a camel’s. His lips were full and pouty and pink, the upper one curling just slightly. He was leaning back, his arms up along the back of the couch, in a white button down with tiny blue flowers all over and a pair of snug dark-blue jeans.
“Nice to meet you.” Joshua smiled, extending his hand to her.
Angela just smiled, accepting it then nearly jumping up from the couch in a series of giggles as Scott pinched her backside. She looked down at him with a pseudo-scolding expression on her face and he looked back up at her with a devious grin.
“He has a band.” Scott added, his eyes twinkling with love at the mention of anything relating to music.
Angela giggled with her arm around her boyfriend. She leaned down and whispered to him, cupping her hand over her mouth, bridging it to his ear. A dark red slowly crept over his face, his blue eyes growing wide with surprise. She brought her hand around to cup his chin, continuing to tell him a secret, her lips moving right against the side of his face. Scott mouth suddenly dropped open—she was shifting and wiggling on his lap, moving against him as if to get closer—and he looked over at Joshua, smiling very slightly.
“Um… So Josh!” Scott squeaked. “I’ll give you a call sometime soon and we’ll definitely—“
Angela wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giggling. She leaned back towards him, whispering another sentence, then giggling.
“… work something…” Scott stuttered, closing his eyes in ecstasy. “We can… uh… I gotta go.” he smirked stupidly, shrugging helplessly.
“I apologize.” Angela said to the man that sat on the couch. “I am barrowing him from you.” she smiled, standing up from his lap and taking his hand.
“Good to see you man.” Scott threw out at his friend as Angela tugged him by the hand.
Joshua grinned, taking a sip of his beer and winking at Scott. “Good luck, man.” he called out, making a ring with his index finger and thumb in order to give Scott the ‘okay’ sign.
“Later!” Scott called.
Angela gripped the front of his shirt in her fists and tugged him towards her giggling and crooning to him in Spanish.
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Kelly and Carmen soon retired from their bouncer duty by the front door, taking up post by the staircase and sipping one of Ben’s magical concoctions. Carmen leaned against the banister, brushing her bangs from her forehead.
“Oh my God!” Kelly suddenly exclaimed, quickly turning her back to the living room so that she was facing the staircase. “That’s Justin!” she hissed, causing the silver charm bracelet on her right wrist to jingle as she sharply pointed a discrete finger just beyond her shoulder.
Carmen immediately looked up with interest. “Justin who?” she asked, craning her neck to see who her friend was referencing.
Kelly’s hazel eyes opened widely with emphasis. “Italian Justin!” she exclaimed in a harsh whisper. “Hot Justin… Justin Kazazza… or as my fellow Italians would pronounce it: Justin Ka-zat-za. He is so hot!” she exclaimed.
Carmen did not register the same frenetic excitement, but merely grinned. “Ooooh…” she trailed off. “I know him.”
“You know him?!” Kelly exclaimed. “He is such a fox… Jesus H. Christ, what a fox.” she gasped.
Carmen giggled at the shorter girl’s energy. “Yeah.” she smirked, gazing off into the living room where she caught sight of the legend of which Kelly was speaking.
Justin Kazazza was known as the Italian Stallion at the highschool. A year ahead of the two girls, he was tall and lean with curling black hair, gelled into a ducktail redolent of the nineteen-fifties. His eyes were dark brown, his skin a deep olive, and there was something very commanding about his mien that was perhaps the reason why there were so many women who fell at his feet.
As Carmen watched him float across the room, he spotted her, giving her a slow wink and using his hand like gun, cocking it and shooting a pretend bullet her way.
Kelly witnessed this, turning to look at her best friend with amazement. “Oh my God, how do you know him?” she demanded.
Carmen looked back to Kelly and smirked dazedly. “From… around.” she responded.
“Carmen! Tell me!” Kelly whimpered, beginning to bounce.
Carmen’s eyes shifted to just past Kelly’s head. Justin glanced towards her, smirking once more.
“Hey, I’ll be right back.” she stated, glancing quickly at Kelly. “I’m going to go say hello.”
Kelly’s jaw dropped in awe as Carmen walked right past her and into the living room. As he saw her approaching, Justin broke away from the group of people he was conversing with near the back wall. He smiled pleasantly, exposing his gorgeously straight rows of teeth. He spread his arms, inviting her into them in an embrace. From all that Kelly could witness, Carmen was smiling brilliantly. They exchanged a few words and Kelly watched with anticipation, antsy to get a full report from her friend as soon as she returned.
“Oh my God Kelly, hide me!” Timber exclaimed suddenly, bounding down the steps and gripping her friend’s arm.
Kelly was startled, looking up. “What?” she was suddenly confused.
Bob came pounding down the steps next, Clint not far behind.
“Ahhhh!” Timber shrieked, gripping both of her friend’s arms from behind and holding her out like a shield. “Ahhhhh!” she screamed again.
“Let’s get her!” Bob shouted.
“No!” Timber whined, stumbled into the wall, then pushed her way around it and took off into the kitchen.
Bob went thundering after her and Kelly pressed her back against the wall as to not be stampeded.
“Kelly!!!” Clint sang, his vocals vibrating as he bounced down the steps.
“Hey Clint!” Kelly exclaimed, suddenly seeing a new prospect for the evening. “Where are you guys going!” she called, taking off after him as fast as her wedged sandals would allow.
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