Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

It'd been a week since I'd confessed to John, and now we were talking during every spare minute of time we had. He was sitting on my lap, asking me all kinds of questions in his attempt to get to know me 'better than I knew myself'. I'd just roll my eyes and go along with it. I had enough patience for him that.

"Color? And don't say brown because it's gross. Or seafoam green, because it's tacky--"

"Red." I sighed, waiting for him to wear his own batteries out. He moved slightly ontop of my tiny thighs, and smiled. "What? You're freaking me out--"

"That's my favorite too." He grinned.

"Oh my God!" Kennedy said, he was more than irritable this morning, having fought with Wren. "Match made in fucking heaven, huh?"

"Yes." John smirked, throwing his middle finger in the air.

"Gah." Kennedy growled, picking up the power chord to his laptop, and trudging out of the room. He'd been staying with John and I for the past two nights because Wren still wasn't talking to him. There was only one bed in their room, which definitely complicated the sleeping arrangements...Kennedy was now sharing a bed with me.

"What the hell are they fighting about?" I whispered, pulling the blankets away from my face to flick on the light. The clock read four thirty in the morning.

"From what I've eavesdropped on, Kennedy was asleep, and was moaning about some girl named...Erin, I think? Wren now suspects that he still has feeling from that chick he dated in junior year."

"They still call each other all the time." I admitted. "She comes by the house when he's not around, and sits in our driveway. She snuck through my window once in some lacey get-up. She thought my room was Kennedy's. I was scarred for life, man."

"I don't understand girls at all. How is that stuff comfortable? Guh," he muttered, "Some things are just made ot be taken off--"

"In the dark?" I snorted, pouring myself a glass of juice.

"I'm still a guy!" He laughed. "I'll admit it, though. It took me a while to master the snaps-clasps thing. It's like a fucking curveball--"

We were interrupted by a knock on the door, which brought my brother in, carrying all of his posessions with a pissed-off expression on his tired face. He still had marks on his face from the pillow. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Damn, Kennedy." I muttered. "You look like a really worn-out prostitute."

"I'm bunking with you tonight. Don't take up the whole bed."

I opened my mouth to protest, but decided to play nice, and let myloving older brother snore without smacking the back of his head like I usually did.

"Has Alex asked you out yet?" He asked slowly, looking down to meet my eyes. He tucked my bangs behind my ear, and waited patiently for my response.

"Nope. I haven't really talked to him since we went out that one time." I said, picking at my bracelet.

"I see..."

"Just wondering?" I asked.

"Pacing myself." He nodded. "Be my girlfriend."

"I--What?" I could feel my heart coming up my throat.

I was ready to black out at any second, but then a response came out of my mouth, and I hadn't even though one up yet.

"Yes."