Amor Vicissitudine

I was woken by the sound of something buzzing in the bed I was laying on.

Fuck, what time is it? I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room.

A boy’s room. There was a pile of clothes in the corner of the room, a guitar in the opposite corner and a pair of amps stacked next to them.

The buzzing noise came again. Fuck it was loud.

I definitely should not have had as much tequila as I did. I groaned and tried rolling over, only to find a body obstructing my path. Who the fuck? Oh god. I hope I didn’t do anything last night.

No, no last night I was too busy vomiting in a bush to have sex.

As I rolled over I saw the object that was vibrating, an iPhone in the hand of the guy lying behind me.

I grabbed it and, despite my better judgment, answered it,

“Hullo?” My answer was groggy as I held the device to my ear,

“Sicily?” Oh shit.

The voice on the other end of the line was that of my older brother, Jaime,

“Sicilia-Marie how the hell did you get this phone?” Oh shit, uh explain? Uh lie?

“I’m in the guy’s house right now,” I paused and looked down at the hotty lying next to me, “How do you know this guy?”

“I’m calling my friend Tony… I’m coming over to get you. Don’t go anywhere.” Aw shit. I’m busted.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead as Jaime hung up. Dammit I really didn’t want to leave,

“Hey.” I shook Tony’s shoulder, “Tony, wake up.” He started to grumble awake but only just barely before rolling over, “Tony wake up.” I shook his shoulder harder and he rolled back over, staring up at me,

“Goodmorning, my little flower.” He greeted me nonchalantly,

“How the hell do you know my brother.” I stated my question flat out,

“What?” He just chuckled at me and sat up,

“Jaime. He just called you and I answered for you. He’s coming to pick me up.”

“Oh.” He walked from his bedroom, sluggishly into the kitchenette area and got some water out of the fridge, “Yeah, he and I jam a little bit.”

Oh okay. This was who Jaime had been going to hang out with when he said he was leaving. That asshole. Trying to keep this piece of sexy work away from me?

Hah. Tony shall be mine. And there’s nothing Jaime can do to stop me,

“Oh. Okay. You’re the mysterious person stealing my brother away from me. It’s nice to have met you.” Met? I didn’t just meet Tony. I was practically having sex with him in a bush last night,

“Uhh you too…” He let his sentence trail off, obviously not knowing my name,

“I’m Sicily.” I walked over to the kitchenette and sat on the table,

“Cuute.” He grinned and handed me a water right before the doorbell rang.

Please don’t be Jaime.

Tony walked over to it and opened the door,

“Oh, hey Jaime, wow you got here fast.” Tony greeted my older brother awkwardly,

“Hey Tone. Sicily’s here right?” Dammit,

“You meant he cute little thing in the purple dress? Yeah she’s right there.” He nodded back toward me and stepped aside, letting Jaime see me,

“Hey Hime-Time.” I smiled sheepishly and rubbed my shoulder.

I’m dead for sure,

“Grab your shit.” Three words.

Not even a fucking “Hello Cici.” What a fucking awesome big brother.

I sighed and grabbed my heels from where they were in Tony’s room,

“By Tony.” I walked up to him and kissed his lips sweetly.

They still tasted like tequila,

“Treat me to that again some time?” As he hugged me his voice was a soft whisper in my ear and his hands were holding my waist softly,

“If you play nice.” I winked at him, playfully and walked out of his apartment, following Jaime down to his little, gold, mustang.

See you soon Tony.